Angel of Mercy
By: Diva'sDream
Disclaimer: I do not own "Les Miserables" or any of its characters, so quit bugging me about it!
Category: Angst
Rated: PG for really sad thoughts
Summary: Cosette's thoughts before she fell asleep on her pile of straw (or whatever she sleeps on) that night after Jean Valjean rescued her from Thenardiess's wrath, before Jean Valjean saved her. (My first "Les Miz" fanfic, please be kind and R&R.)
Why? Why does this keep happening to me? I don't understand it. Whatever have I done to deserve such a life, such hardships as what happened today? Can anyone out there tell me?
...Well, I confess, I know what I did that angered Madame so; I lost her money—her fifteen-sous piece; well actually, Madame thought I had stolen it. And I would have been punished for my mistake, had this mysterious stranger in yellow not interfered. An angel of mercy, he is!
I wonder who he is, and what he wants with us. He seems to be paying special attention to me, though I don't know why. Maybe his intentions are to take me away, to make it so I never ever have to come back to this horrid place again. Oh, that would be wonderful! But...what are the odds of that happening? Almost impossible, I'd say.
But still, wouldn't that be just terrific, to wake up every morning and not have to worry about doing those grueling chores day-by-day, and not having to fret about getting beaten practically every day? To me, it sure would be! Oh, how I've always longed to get away from this place, to go somewhere where I'm loved and cared for.
But...in my heart, I know that this is just a dream. I'm never going to be saved from the life I live. It is all probably in my head. The man is just a traveler passing through town. He isn't going to rescue me from here, to take me away and make it so I never have to lay eyes on this place, let alone these people, ever again.
I know in my heart that I am doomed to live out my life in the misery and fear that I have always known for my entire life, or at least until I'm old enough to live on my own. And sometimes, I fear that I shall not even live to see a time where I'm old enough to live on my own. Sometimes, I fear that either Madame or M'sieur will end up beating so severely that I end up dead. But...I have no choice; it's either live here, or on the streets.
But, I can't run away. Where would I go? Where would I live? How would I the get food that I need to survive? And what's to happen if either the police or Madame catches me? Either way, if I get caught, I'll get taken back to the inn and my old life. If the police catch me, they'll take me back to the inn; they'll take me back to Madame, who I am sure will be awaiting my arrival furiously, that dreadful whip in her hands, waiting to beat me.
I hear footsteps stirring about now. I must go to sleep. If Madame discovers me still awake, I fear that there will be trouble. And I don't think I can take any more bad encounters with them today. I am too exhausted from the events of the day. Yes, I believe I should go to sleep.
All I can hope for is that my dream will come true, and that my angel of mercy, that kind M'sieur that saved me from Madame's fury today, will save me once more and take me away from here. But, I fear that that is just that, a dream. It will never actually happen. My angel of mercy will never save me, for I haven't one. I haven't an angel of mercy to call my own. My angel of mercy doesn't exist...
By: Diva'sDream
Disclaimer: I do not own "Les Miserables" or any of its characters, so quit bugging me about it!
Category: Angst
Rated: PG for really sad thoughts
Summary: Cosette's thoughts before she fell asleep on her pile of straw (or whatever she sleeps on) that night after Jean Valjean rescued her from Thenardiess's wrath, before Jean Valjean saved her. (My first "Les Miz" fanfic, please be kind and R&R.)
Why? Why does this keep happening to me? I don't understand it. Whatever have I done to deserve such a life, such hardships as what happened today? Can anyone out there tell me?
...Well, I confess, I know what I did that angered Madame so; I lost her money—her fifteen-sous piece; well actually, Madame thought I had stolen it. And I would have been punished for my mistake, had this mysterious stranger in yellow not interfered. An angel of mercy, he is!
I wonder who he is, and what he wants with us. He seems to be paying special attention to me, though I don't know why. Maybe his intentions are to take me away, to make it so I never ever have to come back to this horrid place again. Oh, that would be wonderful! But...what are the odds of that happening? Almost impossible, I'd say.
But still, wouldn't that be just terrific, to wake up every morning and not have to worry about doing those grueling chores day-by-day, and not having to fret about getting beaten practically every day? To me, it sure would be! Oh, how I've always longed to get away from this place, to go somewhere where I'm loved and cared for.
But...in my heart, I know that this is just a dream. I'm never going to be saved from the life I live. It is all probably in my head. The man is just a traveler passing through town. He isn't going to rescue me from here, to take me away and make it so I never have to lay eyes on this place, let alone these people, ever again.
I know in my heart that I am doomed to live out my life in the misery and fear that I have always known for my entire life, or at least until I'm old enough to live on my own. And sometimes, I fear that I shall not even live to see a time where I'm old enough to live on my own. Sometimes, I fear that either Madame or M'sieur will end up beating so severely that I end up dead. But...I have no choice; it's either live here, or on the streets.
But, I can't run away. Where would I go? Where would I live? How would I the get food that I need to survive? And what's to happen if either the police or Madame catches me? Either way, if I get caught, I'll get taken back to the inn and my old life. If the police catch me, they'll take me back to the inn; they'll take me back to Madame, who I am sure will be awaiting my arrival furiously, that dreadful whip in her hands, waiting to beat me.
I hear footsteps stirring about now. I must go to sleep. If Madame discovers me still awake, I fear that there will be trouble. And I don't think I can take any more bad encounters with them today. I am too exhausted from the events of the day. Yes, I believe I should go to sleep.
All I can hope for is that my dream will come true, and that my angel of mercy, that kind M'sieur that saved me from Madame's fury today, will save me once more and take me away from here. But, I fear that that is just that, a dream. It will never actually happen. My angel of mercy will never save me, for I haven't one. I haven't an angel of mercy to call my own. My angel of mercy doesn't exist...