Recovering, by lyradaemon

Disclaimer: I don't own anything

Please bear in mind that I did this without my books, so if I get something wrong, don't get angry. For anyone who cares: I'm not sure when I'm going to update 'Sapphire' as I'm so busy with exams at the moment, but if you don't hear from me, DON'T WORRY! I'll be updating frequently once I get home July 1st (when I'd have finished school!)

Out here on the ledge

I'm not far away from stepping off

I finally picked out my cloud

It's the one over there surrounded by all that air

Did anyone understand? Did they know what she'd been through? She knew she'd never be the same again; she could never be the girl she had been before it had all happened. Something had changed, and it wasn't just her. The way she saw people, they way they saw her… It was all different.

But would they understand?

You reached out your hand

And said "I understand"

So why not come down?

She had changed, he understood. And, he realized, now she understood what she would have to do; well, a small part of it anyway. She knew, despite her young age, what people – men – were capable of. She knew. She was terrified, hurt, scared, angry. But she knew. He had to help her, help her come to terms with it. If she didn't let the past go, she could never move on.

How much had she changed?

Well except for a few small bruises, cuts and scars I'm fine

Oh except for a few small bruises, cuts and scars I'm fine

As always an understatement. She couldn't let him know exactly how hurt and damaged she was, not just physically but also mentally. It was inevitable. Some days she hurt so much she felt sick. The pain and anger welled up until it threatened to overflow and she had to fight the urge to rage and scream and unleash everything in her. She knew they thought she hadn't healed properly; they thought her mind had been damaged, shattered almost. But it wasn't quite true; things had changed, but her mind was still intact.

Thank you for asking!

I'm so glad we had this moment here alone

I know they think I'm crazy

But everything I am, is everything I was taught to be

She actually believed it; despite how long she had been visiting him, she still thought there was something wrong with her, that she was repulsive, evil. Her family had taught her that. But hopefully, with time, she would understand that they were wrong. That, instead, she was the most beautiful, perfect creation ever imagined.

The daughter of his soul.

Well except for a few small bruises, cuts and scars I'm fine

Oh except for a few small bruises, cuts and scars I'm fine

As you read my words out loud

Make me sound genius

Make me sound special

And maybe I'll come down...

She would be alright. Despite everything, she would recover; not to be the girl she had been, but to be the woman, the Queen she was meant to be. The girl died along with her childlike trust; but her spirit would never die. Witch would finally rise in place of the innocent child; and what she had been forced to endure would forever shape her future, and the future of the Blood with it.

Because Witch did not forget.

The Blood would pay; the taint would be wiped out. Witch would rule.

Saetan smiled.

A/N: Ok, sorry about that: a bit odd, I know. I was just listening to the song and it reminded me of the beginning of Heir to the Shadows for some reason.

The song is by a Norwegian singer called Maria Mena, and is called A Few Small Bruises; find it (as well as the rest of the album) on iTunes. It's AMAZING! A thought has just occurred: I reckon Jaenelle is quite similar to Leeloo from the Fifth Element in some ways. Then again, maybe I'm just imaging it. Ah well.