A/N: This actually kind of goes against like every headcanon I have about Amelia and her family, but I felt compelled to write it and I'm sharing it because I still rather like how it turned out.
Back to Six
They were already complete
before she came in
to mess up the numbers.
A family of six long finished;
three girls and the golden boy
— all they needed.
(All they wanted.)
A 'surprise,' they called her
— — — but she always heard
'a c c i d e n t.'
And they were six again after
the death of her father;
but the count was a mistake.
They took the wrong one.
She was the seventh;
the unwanted.
He was the first;
the needed.
They were never meant to be
SEVEN.
So fate intervened
and there they went:
back to SIX.
And she would be the one
to bring the number up once more.
Somewhere in secret— — —
the seventh would grow inside her.
No one would know.
And they would quickly return to base
before the first kick, the first turn,
the first hint of life.
Without a word
nor a single breath.
But for a second, they were seven again.
Then back to six.
And a twisted part of her
felt pleased with herself;
hidden beneath the blanket of fear.
A justification for her self-hatred
had finally been found— — —
and discovered again at the bottom
of a pill bottle,
bringing their count down to five.
And up again with a jolt.
Back to six.
The Shepherd Six.
The Unbreakable Six.
The WRONG six…
Fluctuating, but never for long.
She wrecked their numbers.
But they always came back.
Back to six.