I have decided to annoy you all once again.
Sorry I'm not sorry lolol
There was a brief silence. Claudia regarded Violet with wise eyes. His crimson hair fought to escape from underneath his beige bowler hat. The mahogany ribbon tied around said hat had come a little undone, and now draped itself in all its limp glory over his face. His suit and tie were rumpled after a long day of hard work, and his desk was littered with gray quills, red wax seals, aged, yellow-brown parchemt and black ink staining a pile of pristine paperwork.Yet underneath that mess, Violet still saw the Lieutenant-Colonel who had messed with her Major Gilbert so many years ago.
Major Gilbert. Oh.
Just the mere thought of his name sent Violet into tears. Was he dead? Was he alive? God, Violet wished she had some way to calm the raging storms inside of her, some way to answer the millions of hangig questions, some way to tie the uncountable loose ends. But there wasn't.
He had to be alive, right? If he wasn't alive, Violet didn't know where she'd go and who she would turn to.
The other Dolls were nice, but too nosey. Luculia had enough problems.
Which was why she was currently standing in front of the President's desk, demanding answers and crying for some reason.
Why was fate so cruel to her? She tried to repent. She tried to conceal the fact that de within her, she was helpless and lost under an emotionless facade. But in reality, she was just another broken girl. She wasn't different. She wasn't special.
She wasn't worthy of being in the company of such wonderful people-
"Violet, you do realize I know you well enough to see through your tough outer walls to the moments when you need someone?"
Her head snapped up. The President was kind to her. He was like a father figure to her. Why was she doing this to him? Making him live in the presence of a monster such as herself.
No. Wrong question asked.
The right question was why was he letting her do this?!
"I do not understand, sir."
His eyebrows lifted in confusion. "Pardon?"
"Why do you allow yourself to constantly be tortured in my presence? Why are you letting me, a murderous, bloodthirsty monster into your life?"
His eyes widened. There was a pregnant pause.
"Because, Violet, of two reasons. One, the fact that I have grown quite attached to you. Two, because I think Gilbert would have liked his little flower to grow into someone worthy of her name. And I want to help you do that."
His smile seemed so sincere, so welome, so loving.
But Violet knew better.
She was used to it. Men and sometimes even women who smiled sweetly and flashed their teeth at het in order to gain her favor. They'd use her and toss her away.
She wasn't going to fall for it again. Not this time, no!
"NO!"
She backed out of the office, shaking her head.
"NO!"
She turned and fled. Down the stairs. She was a blue blur flying past a startled Cattleya, Iris, amd Erica, coming back from their lunch breaks.
"Violet! Whatever is the matter?"
She ignored Cattleya's call of worry. She wouldn't fall for that either.
Her feet pounded on the gravel road as she ran and ran and ran.
Away from the people that had taken her in.
Away from happiness.
She curled up in a ball at the edge of tbe forest, sobbing.
Because Captain Dietfried was right.
She was a monster.