Chapter Eleven: Comfort Comes In Many Forms

WARNING: Since I had writers block, I don't think this chapter is very good/well written. But please, still enjoy!

3rd POV

Camilla sat in a fur-covered chair while an elderly woman helped wash the mud off of her face. The maroon haired girl wasn't sure what to think of the people before her, but they were helping her, so she just decided to let them continue as she held her black doll tightly in her little hands. In this moment, Camilla truthfully felt scared.

The fact that she couldn't remember much of anything, made her heart beat a little faster, and the thought of maybe having a family, gave her some painful dosage of anxiety because if she did, she couldn't remember and they couldn't be reunited. She guessed the girl next to her, the one who seemed to be a couple years younger, could guess that she was feeling anxiety, because she continued to smile at the maroon haired girl, and show her her own doll, telling Camilla everything there was to know about it. But as expected, it didn't help anything, in fact, the middle aged couple, who she guessed was the girls parent's, looked as if they wanted to smack her just to shut her trap.

"Littie dear, I believe you're worsening the girl's state," the mother said, forcing her voice to be calm and soft.

"But mother, I was just telling her about Ms. Cherry," the girl whined, whose name was Littie.

"No buts, now, go with Anita to the river. We need more water," the mother continued calmly, noting that the elderly woman had stopped her cleaning due to the empty bucket. Littie frowned at her mother's orders, but complied, leaving with a black haired girl who Camilla was guessing was Anita.

"Hey, are you okay," a male voice spoke up, causing Camilla to finally pull her eyes away from her black clothed doll. She then came face to face with a boy who had to be at least four years older than her. Like Anita, his hair was black, and had a silky shine. His skin was pale and his eyes glistened with a pretty hazel color.

The maroon haired girl first nodded her head, but she then stopped abruptly. These people have been nice to her so far, so she shouldn't lie to them. Instead, she shook her head, her eyes traveling back down to her lap.

"My name is Abacus, what's yours," he asked next, kneeling down to be eye level with her, or at least, trying to catch her pretty bi-colored orbs with his own.

Camilla bit her lip, her eyes flickering up to his. She reached her hand out and grabbed his own, not noticing the shock that went through his features as well as the heavy blush that came onto his cheeks and rose up to the tips of his ears. The girl just started using her finger to trace out each individual letter of her name. Abacus seemed to have caught on and smiled faintly, rolling her name around in his thoughts. "Camilla," he said softly, wanting to feel what it was like to speak her name. And in return, he received a nod, as well as a sweet smile; something he hasn't seen before since the moment she had stumbled into their rather large village. Which, he had to admit, was quite pretty; especially since she had pretty white pearls for teeth; rarely anybody these day had such as white teeth.

"Well Camilla, can you tell us how you got here, and what happened to you?" the father of the family asked, silently watched the whole ordeal with his son and the quiet girl.

Her eyes shifted over to his, and she simply bit her lip, shaking her head and then shrugging her shoulders, saying that she had no idea how she got here, or what happened to her.

"Sweetheart, can you speak?" The mother asked, her eyebrows slightly furrowing with worry. She wondered if maybe there was a wound she hadn't seen yet, and if these was… a wave of pity and sympathy ran over her at the thought.

In response, Camilla ran one of her pale skinned digits over the crease of her lips and shook her head, telling them she choose not to speak; that she is mute. The mother glanced over at the father, a secret conversation running between to two, before the duo left the room, wanting to discuss what they should do with this pretty, yet, strange girl who choose not to speak a word. Kindly enough, Abacus stayed with her, trying to comfort by smiling softly at her, which a strange sight to see. Camilla didn't know this, but Abacus rarely ever smiled, and wasn't very kind, especially to his younger sisters, who he teased and made fun of all the time. But he felt something strange with Camilla, like she wasn't a normal kind of girl, which he liked because he truthfully thought girls to be annoying. So when the grandparents of the family saw him trying to take care of Camilla, they couldn't help but smile themselves, wondering faintly if some kind of young love would blossom between them. That was, of course, if the mother and father would allow the maroon haired girl to stay with them, which, knowing the mother well, she would have to try and convince the other dominate male of the family to keep the terrified girl.

To be continued…

A/N: I am so terribly sorry for the late update and the short chapter. I'll make the next one longer for you guys as a better apology. I had so much going on and I was going to update yesterday, but I had to babysit my adorable nieces!:3

To X Blue Eyed Demon X: Thank you, thank you! I am sorry this chapter is late! But thanks again, I hope you like this chapter!

To XxMikealsonForeverxX: Thank you, I hope you like this one!

To DG: Here you go!