Anya
Five is too young to die. Getting your back broken by a beam and suffocating from smoke is not a nice way to go. There are no words to describe how it feels to see it. No words to explain it to anyone else. You couldn't even bring yourself to say it any way. So you stay quiet about. But someone see's the little girls picture in your room. He doesn't say anything at first. But you feel his questions. You see it in his eyes. "Who is that little girl?" He finally asks you.
What do say? Most of you want to say no one and tell him to leave. But another part wants you to say the truth. That part reminds you that you trust him. "My daughter" you blurt your voice cracked and full of sorrow. You turn away cursing yourself for saying the truth.
"She is very cute. Where is she?" He enquires. You look back over your shoulder at him. He has the photo in his hands the smile he wears is soft as he gases at it. The image comes all too quick. Her broken body in your arms your tears lightly falling on her face. You try to conjure up a memory of her smiling. But it doesn't appear.
"Dead" you muster out. You turn away again and slowly fall into the chair beside you. The pain is starting to rip through you head and your heart. This pain has ripped through you before but it never gets better. It's all ways worse every time.
"I'm so sorry Erik I am sure you loved her very much" his voice replies. His voice is soft and sincere. The word love hits you hard. You want to say how much you love her so badly. How to you her voice was the best sound in the world. Tell him all about how she gave you hope and made you happy. Say that you would give up your powers to have her back in your arms. A million other things you loved about her rush around inside you. But you remain speechless.
"So much" you are able to tell him. You glance up at him. His face is filled with wonder. You realize he took a peek in your mind and saw all your thoughts.
"Your Anya would be proud of what you're helping me do Erik" He tells you and goes to the door. He quickly glances back at you smiles and exits. You close your eyes and see yourself holding her in a meadow she loved to play in. Your singing a song your mother sang to you softly in her ear. You smile at the memory.
Anya Lensherr your baby. You will never forget her. You will never stop fighting for your dream. For her.