violet picked up a plush bear off of a bookshelf she had and hugged
it tightly. mom..... dad....... if you can hear me.. p-please help me....
i'm so confused... she pleaded in thought as tear's streamed
down her face.
-year's ago, when violet was only 6 and lily was still
very little-
''run violet!! take your sister and run!'' her mother yelled.
''never look back violet!'' her father said.
violet held lily in her arm's as she sat in a corner, but
reluctantly got up and bolted.
she leaped down stair's and ran out the door, leaving her parent's
in their house where she heard screaming.
''no!!'' violet yelled looking at the house, but despite her urge
to run back, she turned around and continued to run, tear's
streaming.
-back to the present night-
she held the plush bear even tighter as she sat down and leaned
back against a wall, not wanting to sleep otherwise she might have
nightmare's of her past.
violet rubbed her eye's and let her head fall backward's and hit
the wall.
''violet...?'' lily called quietly as she closed the room door
quietly.
she looked over and smiled a little.
''yeah lily..?'' she answered.
''i can't sleep... can you sing me a song?'' lily asked.
violet nodded and lily sat down next to her, violet handing her the
plush bear.
she started to sing a soft lullaby to her sister, that also echoed
throughout the whole place.
lily yawned and laid her head onto violet's shoulder, slowly
falling asleep.
(longest... roleplay post..... ever~~~~~~~)
The golden knight was shouting at Aeon "SON YOU WILL NOT STAY HERE
ANY LONGER!" Aeon sighed "But Dad" The golden knight punched him
again "HOW DARE YOU CALL ME YOUR FATHER! YOU ARE NOW EXILED!" Aeon
walked away
she stood in the shadow's, seeing everything happen right where she
stood.
''um... sir..... what was all the yelling about....?'' she asked,
stepping out into the light.
violet screamed and stumbled backward's, falling flat on her
back.
she sat up and rubbed her face where the golden knight had slapped
her and tear's streamed down her face.
she stayed sitting on the ground, not wanting to be hit again.