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I'm sorry for my lack of updates, I was caught up in my school work and volleyball games... Hope you enjoy this chapter ! I made it a little longer, feel free to review!
"So... What exactly do you want to do ?" Jacob, Evie, Henry and I were sitting at a table in the train. The rooms were surprisingly spacious, making place for all kind of ornaments or furniture. Henry and Evie were sitting next to each other, and I was
/between the twins. I noticed the couple's entwined hands with a little smirk.
"We plan to kill your brother and all of the Blighters to make London free again." replied Jacob quickly with a glint of passion in his eyes. I could see him glancing at me for a second just to make sure that I was fine with what he said.
"Jacob !" Exclaimed Evie and Henry. "You can't tell her about this that way !" Added Henry with an exasperated glance. "You know father would have-" Lectured Evie, staring sharply in Jacob's eyes.
"Oh Evie... could you just shut up for one moment ? You are so annoying !" He stood up, ready to fight anyone not sharing his opinion. His eyes shone with pain, anger, and guilt. I noticed his hands turning into fists."Father would have done that, father would have said that" He
caricatures Evie with a high-pitched voice. "You know what ? Father is dead ! We can't bring him back, would you pleasestop talking about him ?" He spat out, tearsforming at the corner of his wonderful eyes. Before anyone else could
notice his weakness, he turned around and faced the exit. He grabbed his coat and his hat and wandered off in the cold night.
I felt a little awkward, sitting alone at the table. Evie and Henry had gone to their bedroom, and I could hear muffled sobs through the door. A soothing voice -probably Henry's- started to sing a lullaby in some foreign language. It seemed to have calmed
Evie a bit, but I could still distinct some crying.
"Ok... what do I do now ? I can't go back to my home, it'sprobably sacked by the murderers. But I can't stay here forever... they don't need me, I'll be useless ! And I can't be on the street by myself." I whispered to myself, pacing around the
room. I tried to control my breath, but everything going on in my life was just too much to handle. I collapsed on a greenish sofa and burst down into tears. "My life is ruined -I have nothing left !- I don't even know who I am anymore. I don't know
who to trust! Ohh Father... please help me. I know you are here with me, I know you can hear me." I sobbed quietly, looking up to the sky. When my father was still alive, I used to share my emotions with him whenever I was upset. Since his death,
I kept all of those emotions inside of me, and I couldn't keep them any longer.
I stood up and searched for one specific thing that could help me feel better, a piece of paper and a pencil. Making my way to the storage area, I found a mirror. I looked nothing like I looked this morning, with my pretty dress and hair. My eyes were
red and puffed from crying, my clothes were torn up and my hair was a total mess.
"Too bad." I sighed, looking for paper. "Ahhh there it is..."
I sat at the same place that I was before and started drawing. I didn't really thing about what exactly I was sketching, but I let my mind decide for me. After what felt likejust seconds, myeyes felt tired. The last thing I remember is my
head hitting the table and my pen flying off to the floor.