Authors note: Yeah two updates in a day. But lord knows when I will next get a chance to update properly again. I have exams in two weeks. Then I'm on a trip to France and Belgium for week. Also I have no internet unless I'm in the library. I will be updating my other fanfic at the same time as this one. Anyways I've missed writing for you lot.

Disclaimer: I totally own les mis, I also own Aaron Tveit (not really but I wouldn't mind though)

I've been up in the air,

Out of my head

Stuck in a moment of emotion.

In a moment I destroy

Is this the end I feel?

Up in the air

Fucked up on life

All the laws I've broken

Loves I sacrificed

Is this the end?

30 seconds to mars- Up in the air

Chapter 2- First day

"Chetta, Chetta, CHETTA!" I say shoving her. I was the first one up so tried to get everyone else up as well. So far not so good. "Five more minutes." She mumbled turning onto her side. I ended up poking her till she woke up. "Why do you hate me?" She glared finally sitting up. "If I hated you I would of left you sleep in a get fired." Rolling my eyes. She groaned when she saw that it was sun rise. "I hate mornings." She grumbled getting out of bed. I went and got changed. Cosette and Matilda then got up. Our room wasn't bad. I had Chetta, who I was starting to love like a sister. But I didn't trust Matilda. She had a sly type of nature. Cosette, I felt a lump rise in my throat why her? Of anyone else I could meet. Why her? It's not like I dislike her or hate her. But I hated how I treated her.

"Cosette, get your scrawny arse here now!" My mother screeched at a small, precariously thin girl. "Yes Madame." She said her voice barely over a whisper. "Clean these floors then get water from the well." She commanded. Before turning to me. "Mama." I said. My five year old self hadn't realized how malicious and evil my parents were. "Éponine my beautiful girl. Some girls know how to dress and behave." She said while straitening my skirt. Cosette who stood and obeyed. Who was there but never was. She was a small as a splinter from a tree. Dark with dirt. Hair a mess of knotted, dirty curls. Eyes forlorn with despair. Clothes that was more like strips of worn fabric. She cleaned the floor and went to the well. She returned a while later with an older gentleman.

He was carrying the bucket. Cosette hiding half behind him. "I found this child in the woods. Without a helper or a friend." He said dropping the old rusty bucket. "I've come on behalf of her mother. Who has gone to rest with God" My mother faked a gasp of horror. "Bless her soul." My mother said quietly. Not meaning it. "I am here to take Cosette a way. How much are you willing for me to pay?" The man asked. Cosette's eyes wide in surprise. "1500 francs." My father said stubbornly. The man handed over the money. Cosette then left the inn forever.

The money was spent by her parents on gambling and drinking. As soon as they had the money it was gone. The inn then lost money, due to people noticing how dishonest the inn keepers were. The inn was lost and they were all left destitute. I hadn't been their daughter since the day Cosette left. She became the servant to her parents. Looking after her brother and sister. It made her feel bad. Remembering how she teased Cosette endless. Or made her work more difficult. They ended up moving to Paris were Thénardier, no longer "Papa or father." Became associated with the Patrion-Minette and life became a living hell. Gavroche was kicked out at a young age and I hadn't seen him since. He must be thirteen now. Azelma was her father's favorite and always mad life difficult for me. Oh how the cards have changed now.

"Now, young Mademoiselles, today we are going through your duties and jobs. You must all pay attention." Madame Toussaint told us after breakfast. I was excited to start work, but worried about what I'll see. "You will all be placed on different wards. A few of you working on each. You will all be cleaning, serving food at first and just looking after the patient's wellbeing. Until we know you'll be able to help with operations and such a like." She carried on. Great playing maid. Better than being at home though. "You will wear your uniforms that you are wearing now until your shift is over. Sundays will be your day off. You can sleep until 10 am but will need to then get up for chapel. Questions?" She said finishing off. No one said anything. "Excellent, we will hand you sheets with details on where you will be and your shift times." They handed us the sheets of paper. Luckily I had learnt how to read and write before my parents treated me like a slave. I had wards 4 and 5. I was working from 7:30 am to 7:30pm on Mondays, Tuesdays and Wednesdays. On Thursdays, Fridays and Saturdays I was working 7:45pm to 3:45am.

We were given a tour of the hospital. Saw the patients. Some were unconscious and just brought in. Some talking and looking like they will be better soon these were the 'hopeful' ones. Some were silent, staring into space. Their eyes were empty. These were the men I felt most upset for. They were the ones that had lost hope and their identities. They were the ones who were trying to numb themselves to the world. They will be the ones who seem fixed but are still broken. They are shattered remains of the men they used to be. And may never be again. They are the 'broken' ones. We were to start our jobs after lunch. I was nervous of dealing with the broken ones. They would be the hardest to help.

Lunch was a watery vegetable soup and a slice of bread. We were given a cup of water to drink with this. We then started our works. I got to my wards. The wards were long hallways filled with beds, tables and a few chairs. Some men were chatting amongst themselves, some slept and then there were the broken ones. I started to check the men to see if they were fine. The talking ones were very cheeky or talked to me quietly. The sleeping ones carried on sleeping. The broken ones seemed not to hear. I was going to ask a young man with curly black hair and dark hazel eyes. "Bonjour mademoiselle." He said looking up from his meal. "Bonjour Monsieur, anything you need." I asked him he laughed and said. "Nothing but a pretty girl to kiss me and a bottle of wine." He said winking. "Sorry we are out of both." I laughed. Rolling my eyes at him. "Would you mind posting these letters?" He asked giving me a couple of envelopes. "Yes monsieur." I answered, about to leave. "Mademoiselle, call me Courfeyrac." He answered before I left. "Ok mons- Courfeyrac." I then left to post his letters. Before going onto the next man. He had curly golden hair. His blue eyes that once may have shown life. But are now dull and lifeless. He had slight stubble on his chin. Pale skin that was slightly tanned. He was staring at the wall. Nothing else. "Monsieur, do you need anything." I asked hoping for a reply. "No." He answered quietly. "Are you sure?" I asked cautiously. "No." HE said again. I went to move on to the next person. Just hearing a small "Why didn't I die, why did he sacrificed his life for mine?" I turned to see a small tear escape the man's eyes.

Author's note: Enjolras and Courfeyrac are here. Some other barricade boys will arrive soon. Please, please, please review. For those reading my other fanfic, it will be updated anytime from tomorrow till Sunday. Until then ma petite enfants.

Me: Joly, put down the medicine journal, guide thing.

Joly: No! I have bubonic plague I am sure of it.

Me: Just because Courfeyrac told you have boils on the back of your neck mean you actually have one. He was joking. And the plague hasn't been around for centuries.

Joly: But I have been ill for the last few weeks…..

Enjolras: Courfeyrac why did you act so childish and pull that joke on Joly?

Courfeyrac: I was bored.

Enjolras: *Hands Courfeyrac cleaning supplies.* Clean every spot of the barricade. Then ask Joly to inspect it.

Me: Good punishment.

Enjolras: Shut up you….

Me: What is your problem?

Enjolras: YOU!

Me: How am I problem?

Enjolras: You are disorganized, loud, immature (list goes on… and on….. and on.

Me: I am not any of those things. *Sneakily goes and cleans up mess.*