What did Etienne know? I had fed Him only when he cried,He had lived. Oh why was this happening to me again? Wasn't I allowed one normal,gentle child?! No,I couldn't. I was doomed to produce Hellspawn until my death! Pearl..the name of a beautiful stone molded from a single grain of sand into a masterpiece. This Pearl was as doomed as I was,in her own way. I would have killed the girl myself if the townspeople had began what they had with Him! Why? Why did that child still haunt me? I could not even speak his name for fear of his control returning to me.
Now,my daughter...she could twist her father around her little finger. Her tiny finger on that little blistered and sore covered hand. Oh...I wanted to be a good mother! Who could have been one to a miniature female Erik?Surely she would end the same as He did,He left me...Oh!!! As I began to sob,Etienne once more walked down the small staircase behind me. He sighed loudly,seeing me only as a puddle of depression,musing his life. Or so I thought until he scooped me up into those strong arms of his and carried me up to my room.
Pearl was thankfully quiet,and I feared for a moment he was taking me to see the child again. He lay me down and placed the blankets around my body gently. "Surely," I thought, "All is well and he will join me in my..no...our,bed once more?" Instead,I watched him begin to gather his few unpacked belongings and place them into his small traveling case. "Pearl and I are leaving tomorrow Madeleine." He spoke in a sullen,but darkly serious and imposing tone. He thought before continuing with a sigh,"We shall come back to visit you every few weeks,if you wish." I was silent. How could he think I would want to see that child again? Could something bound to be so scarred be considered a child at all? He took my silence as my answer.
But they didn't leave the next day.
My poor little daughter's fever had risen so high,even Etienne could not deny it any longer. This child had very little time left. It would be far more humane to let her die than to prolong her suffering. Every morning for a week we awoke,expecting to call the undertaker within moments,but the chance never showed itself. Pearl never moved,except for her tiny chest,the almost rhythmic breaths she took weren't harsh,or ragged. It was the only good sign left I could cling to. Slowly she kept breathing,but by day 7 she was beginning to waste away. I allowed Etienne to take our daughter back to Paris. I found it easy to part with her.
Now,my daughter...she could twist her father around her little finger. Her tiny finger on that little blistered and sore covered hand. Oh...I wanted to be a good mother! Who could have been one to a miniature female Erik?Surely she would end the same as He did,He left me...Oh!!! As I began to sob,Etienne once more walked down the small staircase behind me. He sighed loudly,seeing me only as a puddle of depression,musing his life. Or so I thought until he scooped me up into those strong arms of his and carried me up to my room.
Pearl was thankfully quiet,and I feared for a moment he was taking me to see the child again. He lay me down and placed the blankets around my body gently. "Surely," I thought, "All is well and he will join me in my..no...our,bed once more?" Instead,I watched him begin to gather his few unpacked belongings and place them into his small traveling case. "Pearl and I are leaving tomorrow Madeleine." He spoke in a sullen,but darkly serious and imposing tone. He thought before continuing with a sigh,"We shall come back to visit you every few weeks,if you wish." I was silent. How could he think I would want to see that child again? Could something bound to be so scarred be considered a child at all? He took my silence as my answer.
But they didn't leave the next day.
My poor little daughter's fever had risen so high,even Etienne could not deny it any longer. This child had very little time left. It would be far more humane to let her die than to prolong her suffering. Every morning for a week we awoke,expecting to call the undertaker within moments,but the chance never showed itself. Pearl never moved,except for her tiny chest,the almost rhythmic breaths she took weren't harsh,or ragged. It was the only good sign left I could cling to. Slowly she kept breathing,but by day 7 she was beginning to waste away. I allowed Etienne to take our daughter back to Paris. I found it easy to part with her.