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At this point I don't even know many of you are reading this, I would be very surprise if any, but on with the show as usual!

Chapter 21: Broken dreams

Violet awoke and attempted to stretch her painfully aching bones. First, she was confused but then remembered last night's events.

In her hand, she still held the necklace, with one last sad look, she attached it around her neck once more. As stupid as it sounded, with the necklace back on, Violet felt complete once more, as if whole again.

Carefully, she rose to her feet and pushed open the lid to the box that had been her temporary bed for the night. Stepping out, she was met with the very strong smell of whiskey, which stung her nose. The room was also in complete darkness accept from the tiniest glimmer of light that came from the stairs of the room.

She followed the light and made she way back to the deck, but something didn't feel right. Something felt off. The ship, she noticed, felt too quiet, too still, as if they were not moving.

Her suspicions where confirmed when she got to the main part of the deck, and she could not believe her eyes. She was at Bowerstone Industrial Docks. The boat was tied up and everyone had left. She had been forgotten about. Or left.

How long had she been asleep for? It was true, Violet had lost many nights of sleep due to the reoccurring nightmares, but she felt like she had only been for asleep for a few minutes.

Staggering off the boat, Violet was met with the heavy air of the Industrial city and made her way back to the only place she could think of, home.

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Violet dragged her feet through the mud and eventually she saw her small town, Millfields. The only time in her life where she had been happy to see it. The blinding sun was just beginning to rise over the rolling hills, it was a beautiful sight. As if she was in some sort of book, Violet ran to her house, her body fighting her the whole way.

She brought her fist up to the door to knock, but then paused, deciding to just enter. Upon opening the door, there her Mother was, sitting on the couch sobbing. Her head snapped up to meet Violet's black eyes.

They looked at each other, holding the moment. Her Mother's whole face was red and puffy from relentless tears. Body thin and bony from lack of food. Skin sagging and looking as if ready to drop off.

Violet's body, toned from all the fighting, but the relentless neglect had left it broken, bruised and vulnerable. Her once spunky, confident and care free nature had been shattered, snatched away. Her eyes had lost their beautiful bright green colouring, and where now black empty voids, spiritless, lacking any emotion at all other than heartbreak.

Without saying a word, the two came together, and her Mother held her in her feeble arms. Holding her only daughter for what felt like the first time.

They cried. They cried for themselves, each other, the world. Never in all their lives had they been there for one another, the sensation was strange.

Her Mother pulled away, wiping her daughter's tears from her pale face.

"Come and sit by the fire, I want to here all about it," Her Mother spoke softly leading her daughter to the inviting fire.

Violet sat with her Mother, ready to let go of all her anger, bitterness, heartache, pain, resentment,

and finally receive, the warm, caring, loving, affection and comfort that she had craved for 18 years.

So, this is a bit of a weird chapter and certainly not planned. I don't really know what came over me but here it is. I don't really know where the story is going any more so bear with me.