Disclaimer: I don't own Treasure Planet, but I do own Laurie
She's so happy on the outside without a care she's smiling sweet as candy while her world flies away like a raven clawing at her sanity. The blood it draws traps her in a world where she's slowly suffocating. Its talons scratch deep into her heart, frail and breakable as glass balanced on the edge of a knife. If the hate she felt wasn't something she was taught each day then maybe her thoughts wouldn't be like poisoned honey as she stood at the top of the stairs. No one hears as she cries herself to sleep at night, no one cares when they see her crying in the day. They find joy in her pain and convinced they'd laugh at her death she's standing in the rain soaking and miserable but no one hears her calling for help as her last reserves of strength burn dry. She doesn't sleep at night too afraid of what she'll find upon waking. Day by day she's fighting and it makes her sick, wanting so bad to make every hurt stop, to take revenge for making her feel this way, to finally be as happy as her mask. In the face of doubt a little faith is all she needs to keep going, though she goes on believeing she'll always be stuck in this world standing in a corner while all the people are like grey shadows passing her by. And even if things get better the pain will follow her all her life. Outside is a picture of naïve innocence and no one sees that mask slowly breaking as it becomes too much to handle inside where she's broken and bleeding. Her ghost watched as he dropped a black rose into a muddy puddle and as he turned his back to leave it was stained with the blood of her tears.
"Where'd you learn to cook, anyway?" Jim asked Silver as he took a bite of stew, ignoring Silver's stern look to leave some for the crew.
Silver could see her dancing in the starlight. Her dress was stained and her hair had little flowers as she played among these stones as if showing him how hers had been tearing her up. She always was at a distance avoiding his gaze, mocking him for not being able to do anything. Or perhaps he was the one avoiding hers, wishing with all his might for it to stop. But he always saw her everywhere, looking exactly the same as she had lying in her coffin. Her long hair cut short to get the blood out easier. His little sister, Laurie.
Jim noticed the old spacer hesitate before answering, then Silver slowly answered
"Nowhere."