EbonyMasked
Violet Baudlaire knelt by her bed and clasped her hands in prayer. As she was praying she began to think of her dead parents and all the rest of her and her sibling's dreadful past.
As the oldest Baudlaire, Violet had tried to be calm and strong about what had happened to them, but sometimes, when she thought no one was listening, she would break down and cry. Tonight was one of those times.
Klaus, the middle Baudlaire, had been thinking about what might have become of the Quagmire triplets, had not yet fallen asleep. He sat up when he heard his sister's sobs. He climbed out of bed and came over to her. Sitting down next to Violet, he hugged her tightly.
"I wish so much that we could change the past," she said between sobs.
"I know, I know," he answered, the tears beginning to flow. Klaus knew all too well.
A/N I know it's a short chapter, but I'm not very good at making first chapters long and this is only my second fic. So please be nice and don't review. Wait and review when I have the 2nd chapter, unless you want to talk to me about my grammer, spelling, and the way I write.