Chapter 6
Quinn still laid in a ball on the floor with her knees to her chest. Knowing she couldn't lay there forever she slowly rose from her position on the floor. Grabbing the clothes off the floor with a shaking hand. Proceeding to put the clothes on she couldn't help but notice the shirt was about 1 size too big and the shorts reached to her shins stared into her own eyes in the mirror, taking deep breathes she composed herself so that she wasn't visibly shaking anymore. Then taking one last deep breath opened the door and turned the door to the living room.
As the woman exited the bathroom and came down the hall I had to cover my mouth to not laugh at the sight in front of me. Wearing the shorts and shirt I gave her the woman looked like she was a little girl wearing her dad's clothes. I couldn't help but chuckle to myself. As she came into the living room and looked at me.
"Thank you for the clothing though it is quite big." she commented looking down at the big clothes she now wore.
"Yeah sorry I didn't realize that I was so much bigger than you." I said apologetically.
"Uh-hmm." Came a voice beside me and I didn't even have to look to know that Aiha was staring at me with her hands on her hips. The woman heard and looking to the coffee table her eyes grew big as she seen Aiha for the first time.
"What is that?" she asked her curiosity getting the better then her. She took a few steps closer so she could inspect the small light blue woman beside me.
"Hello Madam, I am an Artificially Intelligent Home Assistant or Aiha for short." Aiha explained to the woman. "And who might you be dear?" she asked
"I'm...well I'm, My name is Quinn." The woman said quietly. "That is a lovely name madam, quite strong and bold!" Aiha exclaimed.
"I thought you couldn't remember anything?" I asked wondering why all of a sudden she gave up her name when I had first asked and she said she did not remember. "I didn't but when I was in your bathroom Everything started to flush back and now I remember..ev..everything" she spoke in a tone of voice that was but a whisper but was intertwined with the weight of 1,000 sorrows. Looking into my eyes I could see great pain and agony that sent shivers down my spine.
Seeing this hurt brought back the memories of everything I have been through, and I never wanted to talk about my feelings. Talking about my emotions was something I rarely did, and only when a 'friend' needed someone to listen to there feeling or emotions they did not know how to handle correctly. I always injected my logic about how to get over said feelings or emotions saying, 'They best way to solve these emotions is to talk to someone.' Though... I never do. I know how it feels when someone opens up their faults and fears to you. The hurt you feel though not your own you feel it as if it's your own. Everyone needs a rock, but I don't have one. My rock, my love, my life. Left...my rock left and with her my world crumbled around me. I swore to myself I would never do that to another person. As soon as you tell your demons to someone they find a way to take away your safe haven... your rock... your everything. So now I am always the rock. Even though I have my own cracks... my own chips...my own demons who eat at my soul I stay strong. Not for me, for them. For the people who need me to be there rocks. Who need someone to share their burdens. Someone who can hurt with them. Only, no one cares what happens to the rock. How all of their demons instead attack someone else why they enjoy the freedom of a free mind and soul. Not until that rock is destroyed, crumbled, broken, do they realize their mistake. Though by then, the damage is done. Stone cannot be put back together whole. The pieces my go together...but it's still broken...still crumbled...forever changed.
Staring into her golden eyes I could tell she pleaded for release from her burdens, but I wouldn't ask, I wouldn't begin the process. She would have to do that herself. Though I would never turn her away, she doesn't know me. Even if a stranger to listen is the one thing she needs more than anything.
"Well." I began. "If you remember then do you want me to take you to your home?" I asked being as natural to the subject as possible. Suddenly and almost frantically she held out her arm at me as if to say 'Stay back' while moving backwards, tears coming from her eyes.
"N-no, please don't, please I beg you don't send me back there please don't. I never want to go back." she pleaded threw the tears now flowing down her face.
"Whoa whoa whoa." I began seeing how distraught and obviously upset she was. I held up my arms trying to say I wasn't going to try anything.
"I won't take you anywhere without your permission, okay?" I asked her hoping that would calm her down.
"You would not say that if you knew who I am." she warned in a shaky voice, her eyes locked on me.
"Well, I know your name is Quinn, what else is there to know? I asked now deeply concerned for why she was acting this way. Ones 'home' is supposed to be a place you enjoy, not a place to be feared.
"Okay, I will start at the beginning then." she said. "But, please you must promise me something."
"Okay?" I said confused.
"You must promise that no matter what I tell you that you will never take me back there." she said in a more even tone. Calming down some, no longer was she crying and her hands were at her sides.
"I promise that I will not return you to the place that makes you so frightened and distraught," I said raising my left hand while putting my right hand over my heart. Satisfied Quinn looked at me a bit longer before deciding to take a seat on one of the chairs beside the fireplace. Sitting in the chair next to hers I took a deep breath and looked over at her.
She stared into my eyes for the longest time as if judging if I was telling the truth until finally she spoke 12 words that would change my life forever. "You are familiar with the history of the Institute of War, yes?"
SomeOneWhoCared:
Loved it
Me:
Thank you for saying you love the story! Its nice to know people enjoy it.
Kerbal:
Well, I'm back. Mock exams are givin' me hell so I can only hope you are doing well.
Review: I noticed the change to M though now I know why... That guy uses the term seed a lot, strange. That mission must have turned sour pretty quick. Bilgewater I assume due to the "Miss", not sure why Quinn would follow his instructions though. Man all this alternate lore on this site makes me lose track of what is cannon.
I must now also re-evaluate the way I treat my residence, loose paper off the desk, clothes off the sofa... You show a deep observation into human behaviour, I congratulate you.
Banter and nonsense: since the French accent isn't smut then it must be either Made in France or... He must have taken Fiora's soul and stuck it in a box! 0.o necromancy confirmed by rito.
I will guess until I get it right.
Man, I'm the only review, sheet. People must not check their emails as often as they used to or are too busy with the preseason. Slightly depressing really considering I can't give any pointers on direct speech, storytelling is good though you tend to lean heavily into description before action (certainly not a bad thing).
Hope you have a good week ahead of you. I'll stay in touch if I can. Goodnight (for me at least).
Me:
I know the feel.
Everything will be explained
Thank you for the compliment. I wasn't planning on what the chapter actually became I was just writing trying to be as descriptive as possible and reflect my own apartment in my writing.
I laughed way to hard at the soul sucking thing.
Hopefully people will start to review again.
