Wesley looked down at the unconscious form of his sister, his beautiful
Elizabeth, and felt his heart break. For them first time in years he cried
openly. Huge broken sobs erupted from his throat as he rocked her still
body against his.
Visions of the once happy child he had grown to love danced in his mind. He could remember her childish ways so clearly. The way her eyes sparkled with happiness, the blue shining with love and trust as he spun her small delicate frame through the air-around and around. Her heavenly laughter as he tickled her, how he loved to hear her laugh. When she did her whole face lit up and a big grin spread across her face showing small milk teeth and tiny ever-so-cute dimples. When she ran from him daring him to catch her, her golden hair bouncing in the breeze as the sun made each strand glitter and shine. He remembered the way he used to dress her up in winter just to make sure that she wouldn't get cold. The way his gloves were too big for her small childish hands and how his hat fell down past her eyes. But most of all he remembered the stories he used to tell her about fierce dragons and brave knights and princesses with long golden hair. The stories that kept his sweet Elizabeth entertained on dark cold nights when she couldn't sleep. The stories that used to reassure the frightened child that there was indeed good in the world and that he would always be there to protect her whether she was awake or dreaming.
And he knew, with every grieving part of his being, that those days were gone forever, the girl he now held was not the baby sister which he remembered, she had grown and matured into a beautiful young woman. A young woman who had been abused, beaten and broken. Her once long golden hair was now short, tatted and ragged as though it had been brutally cut with a sharp knife. The once shining golden locks were now dull and dirty, no longer the sparkling gold which he remembered.
Her skin no longer held the healthy tanned glow that he had become accustomed too in her youth. Her skin was now pale and ashen, covered in angry welts and bruises. Bruises that covered her beautiful face and what he imagined covered the rest of her body.
Once glistening bright blue eyes closed with exhaustion and fatigue. Deep black smudges underlined her eyelids making her eyes appear hollow and drown. The deep bruising onlt succeeding to add to the effect.
Lips that once held the most precious smile were now dried, cracked and bloody and he feared that she would never smile again.
Clothes slightly baggy on her thin frame-dirty, torn and stained. The dark black sweatshirt hung past her waist and the sleeves past her fingertips. The material wrinkled and worn away at the edges and even though Wesley couldn't see, he figured her wrists held more angry bruises The harsh darkness made her fair skin seem paler than ever before. The faded blue jeans were ripped and scraped at the knees showing a small amount of skin. Droplets of dried blood had collected on the material as well as the large grazes. And he feared that her body would forever hold the scars of this attack. But most of all he feared that he would never see his beautiful, sweet and caring Elizabeth smile and laugh again.
Visions of the once happy child he had grown to love danced in his mind. He could remember her childish ways so clearly. The way her eyes sparkled with happiness, the blue shining with love and trust as he spun her small delicate frame through the air-around and around. Her heavenly laughter as he tickled her, how he loved to hear her laugh. When she did her whole face lit up and a big grin spread across her face showing small milk teeth and tiny ever-so-cute dimples. When she ran from him daring him to catch her, her golden hair bouncing in the breeze as the sun made each strand glitter and shine. He remembered the way he used to dress her up in winter just to make sure that she wouldn't get cold. The way his gloves were too big for her small childish hands and how his hat fell down past her eyes. But most of all he remembered the stories he used to tell her about fierce dragons and brave knights and princesses with long golden hair. The stories that kept his sweet Elizabeth entertained on dark cold nights when she couldn't sleep. The stories that used to reassure the frightened child that there was indeed good in the world and that he would always be there to protect her whether she was awake or dreaming.
And he knew, with every grieving part of his being, that those days were gone forever, the girl he now held was not the baby sister which he remembered, she had grown and matured into a beautiful young woman. A young woman who had been abused, beaten and broken. Her once long golden hair was now short, tatted and ragged as though it had been brutally cut with a sharp knife. The once shining golden locks were now dull and dirty, no longer the sparkling gold which he remembered.
Her skin no longer held the healthy tanned glow that he had become accustomed too in her youth. Her skin was now pale and ashen, covered in angry welts and bruises. Bruises that covered her beautiful face and what he imagined covered the rest of her body.
Once glistening bright blue eyes closed with exhaustion and fatigue. Deep black smudges underlined her eyelids making her eyes appear hollow and drown. The deep bruising onlt succeeding to add to the effect.
Lips that once held the most precious smile were now dried, cracked and bloody and he feared that she would never smile again.
Clothes slightly baggy on her thin frame-dirty, torn and stained. The dark black sweatshirt hung past her waist and the sleeves past her fingertips. The material wrinkled and worn away at the edges and even though Wesley couldn't see, he figured her wrists held more angry bruises The harsh darkness made her fair skin seem paler than ever before. The faded blue jeans were ripped and scraped at the knees showing a small amount of skin. Droplets of dried blood had collected on the material as well as the large grazes. And he feared that her body would forever hold the scars of this attack. But most of all he feared that he would never see his beautiful, sweet and caring Elizabeth smile and laugh again.