Bailey huddled into the smallest corner she could find, and stayed there, petrified. She refused to talk, she refused to eat and she refused to cry. Mrs. Sharp was so kind, taking them away from that stupid place. She could clearly remember Deryn holding her, and telling her it was okay. But it wasn't. The people she loved were gone, dead. Dead… and never coming back! She thought bitterly, and rested her head in her knees. She wouldn't cry though. No. Not until everyone else was gone. She'd already cried, and she wouldn't… couldn't, at least for a while. In fact, she was certain she had cried more from the shock of it. I feel like they never left… they could walk through that door at any moment. Mrs. Sharp had tried to convince her to go to bed, telling her that she should 'get rested' for tomorrow. Bailey knew she had lost her husband, and her dad, but Bailey didn't think she fully understood what Bailey was going through. Mrs. Sharp never knew her dad, and had been brought up by her mum. At least, that's what Bailey was told. After all, who cared about a pesky eleven year old?
Bailey was caught up in her thoughts when she felt something soft brush against her calf. She slowly peered down to see Bovril, Mrs. Sharp's dog, nuzzling her leg. The soft black felt smooth to the touch. She slowly allowed him into her corner. He sat beside her, and allowed her to bury her face into his fur. Bailey curled up against him, revelling in his body heat. His fur tickled her nose, causing her to smile softly.
"I love you, Bovril." She whispered into his fur, soft enough that only he would be able to hear it. Her family and Deryn's family had been good friends a long way back, and Bovril was no exception. The Border Collie was her best friend (At least outside of school), and he was the only one who could really understand her. And no matter what everyone else said, she felt that dogs really could communicate with humans. Just in a different way.
A few hours passed, and the two stayed perfectly still. Ever so slowly, Bailey's eyelids had begun to droop, and soon she was sleeping on the now laying down dog. Mrs. Sharp found the two like that in the morning, but she had to squint through puffy red eyes to figure it out. A smart woman, she knew not to wake Bailey. The girl needed all the comfort she could get.
All right, it's really just a chapter to fill space. I haven't updated in a while, so I pinkie promise I'll have the next chapter up this weekend! For all those who review, though, I need you to answer my question: Would you like to see Bailey's, Alice's, Alek's or Deryn's point of view in the next chapter? One with the most votes will be what I write it from…