Hello, loves! Ah, another chapter. Well, I hope you enjoy this one more than the last. I'm rather ashamed of its short length and half-assed quality. Here you go, dears!

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A Long Story

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Violet eyes. The girl had violet eyes. They were a beautiful amethyst color. And she had a thick European accent, but it didn't sound like anything he'd ever heard before. And her name wasn't Tuesday after all. She called herself Nemo, which meant "nobody" in Latin. Why would she choose such a name for herself?

Nemo had fallen asleep again. Nny could tell she was dehydrated from her chapped and bleeding lips. She'd worn holes in the socks on her feet. It must've been a while since she'd slept, so he figured he would question her later.

Her mane of obsidian locks was tangled around her face. Nny was sure that it had looked like ebony silk at some point. Her skin was pure white, with no blemishes at all. There were dark circles under her eyes and her feet looked like they had been bleeding. He could only wonder about this girl's past.

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Nemo didn't dream. She never does. When she woke up, she was still in the same place as before. She felt a great deal better than she had earlier. It had been three days since she'd slept and her body was already mad at her.

Feeling better?

"Yes, I am."

Good. Now you need a shower and some decent clothes.

"Emile, you don't have to tell me everything. I think I can make up my mind about taking a shower."

Just giving you a helping hand.

"... You don't have hands."

Oh, forget I said anything! God, you're so stubborn.

"Yes, but without my stubbornness, we wouldn't be here."

Don't remind me.

Nemo jumped at a movement in the shadows. Nny walked towards the side of the couch. There was a puzzled look on his face. "Who are you talking to?" he asked.

"Emile," Nemo said with a small smile. "He gets annoying sometimes. Thinks he's my conscious. But I lost that a long time ago."

Nny nodded. "I want you to tell me what you were doing outside last night."

"I ran away," she said casually. "After my parents died, there was no one to stop them from putting me in the asylum. I was there for five years. Emile showed up and helped me escape. I walked for three days."

"And you have no problem telling me this?"

Nemo shrugged. "I guess I'm just not afraid of anything anymore. God gave up on me before I was even born."

You don't have to tell him anything, my dear.

"Quiet, Emile." She looked to Johnny with her unblinking stare. "Do you mind if I take a shower?"

"Down the hall and on your right. There are towels under the sink."

She smiled at him softly, standing up on her unsteady feet. Nny had already left for his drawing room. Nemo had to practically hug the wall to keep herself up. Her three day walk was not agreeing with her body. The bathroom was plain, and everything was white. She didn't like the decorating scheme. Brought back too many unpleasant memories. The towels were white as well. She shrugged, considering that it was better than nothing.

"I'm going to leave in a few days."

And where will you go, Nemo? You have no one left in this big, dark world. Your family is dead, and no one wants to take in a teenage schizophrenic asylum runaway. You've got no place to go.

"Once I turn eighteen, I gain access to my family's fortune. Then I'll use that to get out of this miserable place and go somewhere else."

Don't get ahead of yourself. You've still got five more months until your birthday. And what will happen when you go to claim your inheritance? They'll just recognize you as the girl who escaped from the asylum and send you back. It looks like you're going to be stuck here for a while.

Nemo stripped her long, pale limbs of the white asylum clothing. The whole walk to this place had taken up most of the fat in her body, since she neither ate nor drank the entire time. She had no money, and she wouldn't screw up her fate anymore by stealing.

The warm jet of water felt heavenly against Nemo's aching body. She heard practically every joint in her body crack as she stretched her stiff limbs. Dried blood from various cuts liquefied and washed down the drain, leaving a slightly pink stain on the white ceramic. They probably came from the hours spent hiding in the trees. Nemo was surprised to see all the different kinds of soap on the little shelf in the shower. She picked some at random, scrubbing all the weariness and filth from her body. Her hair was hopelessly tangled, and that meant two hours of picking out every knot and matt with a comb. When her hair was clean and right, it flowed in long lengths of curls and shine. That was one thing Nemo loved about herself.

"What do you think about this Johnny character, Emile?"

I have a feeling that you're in good hands.

"Oh really? And why is that?"

I don't know! Don't question me like that, it makes me nervous.

"Sorry."

I don't think he would try to hurt you. If he wanted to, he would have already done it.

"I guess you're right. He could've killed me when I was sleeping, but he didn't."

No, he didn't. Relax, my dear. You're going to be just fine.

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Nny sighed. What would he do with the girl? Something within himself would not let him kill her. He had thought about killing her in the shower, but he didn't. He couldn't. Something made him want to learn about this stranger that he had rescued. He wanted to hear her story. Why she was "nobody."

He heard the water being shut off and decided to see if she was out yet. When Nny found her, she was sitting on the couch, trying to straighten out her tangled hair with a large comb. Her white clothes weren't wet anymore, and quite clean actually. She looked up at him, her eyes curious.

"Hi," she said quietly. Johnny nodded.

"I wanted to ask you some things," he said. One of Nemo's slender eyebrows rose.

"What kind of things?"

"Why did you say your name was Nemo when your bracelet said your name was Tuesday Nikols?"

The girl sighed. She stopped attacking her hair with the comb. "It's a long story."

Johnny sat down next to her, interested. "Tell me."

Nemo looked at him. "Okay." She took a deep breath. "When I was twelve, my parents died in a bombing on their company's building. They owned an art supplies company and made a lot of money. Ever since I can remember, I never really was a lucky person. Bad things always happened to me. I was always sick when I was a child, and I was diagnosed with schizophrenia when I was eleven. After my parents died, there was no one left to stop social services from sending me to the asylum. I've been there for five years. Emile showed up shortly after my parents died. He told me that my name wasn't Tuesday, and that he would call me Nemo. I asked him why. He told me that my whole life, God has overlooked me. That he always forgot about me. God never even knew I was born. I really am nobody."

Johnny had been listening intently through the whole story. So she really was nobody? Her whole life had just been a chain of unfortunate years. He felt sorry for her. And Nny never felt sorry for anybody.

"So how did you end up here?"

"Emile told me that I wouldn't get any better in the asylum. So I broke out. For three days I've just been walking around with no idea where I'm going. I hadn't had anything to drink or eat until I got here. If you hadn't saved me, I probably would've died." She fell silent, staring at the comb in her hands. "Thanks, by the way. For everything."

"It's fine." He gave her a small smile. "You deserved it."

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YAY! Update, hooray! I'm sunburned and sick as a dog, what else was I supposed to do?