Chapter 3 Mellish P.O.V
Marvella's walking back and forth. She is such a drama queen.
"What are you doing?" I looked up from my photo
"Just my hand" she was bent down, she actually looked like she was in pain.
"Do you want me to wake up Wade?"
"No!" she panicked she seemed a little more relaxed after I said that. "My hand was just having a funny five minute that's all" She was stood still; I could feel her watching me as I was looking down at the photo. Step by step slowly she came and sat by me then moved herself around to face me. I looked into her dark blue eyes I could see her light brown medium wavy hair; she had a lot of light freckles that you could hardly see.
"Have you got a problem with me, just that when I said my name you couldn't wait to get out of the house?" She said softly looking down at her black shoes.
I hesitated for a bit not knowing what to say, I looked back down at my photo.
"Look" I said moving the photo into Marvella's hand. She hesitated but took it slowly moving it inline of her bellybutton under her dress.
"Is that your sister?" she asked pointing to the girl on the left side of the photo
"What Anna, yeah she was fourteen when we took that" I kept my eyes on the photo.
"I bet she thinks about you" Marvella whispered
"She probably doesn't... We had an argument before I went into war she didn't want me to go. I've sent loads of letters but she has never replied to any except from one, she sent it a few weeks ago" I opened out my bag to find the letter and gave it to Marvella.
To Mellish
Sorry I haven't replied to your letters, hope your okay. I know your worrying about me so don't. I've have got married with an amazing man and we are now expecting, could you help us choose some names, don't worry you have enough time because it's not due for a couple of months yet. I dread to open letters, a lot of our neighbours have had letters saying there family member has died. I won't reply again as I still don't forgive you but at least I know your okay and you know I'm okay. Good luck, stay alive. Miss you and love you lots.
Love Anna Mum and dad will be proud of you xx
Marvella gave me back the letter not saying a word.
"I've already wrote my letter, but I want someone to send it when I'm dead" I said looking at Wade sleeping on the step that looked uncomfortable.
"That won't happen" Marvella said shaking her head. She seems so sure of herself when she said that.
"My dad wasn't in that Photo though it was taken when he was in the First World War" I said trying to change subject.
"You look so young" she giggled "Is that your mother, you look very much alike" She looked up at me for the first time then she looked back down to the photo to see the difference.
"She died 3 weeks after that was taken" Marvella looked straight up that I heard her head click.
"I'm sorry" She whispered she looked back down with her hair covering the sides of her face that I could not see her.
"My mother's name was Marvella"
Marvella threw her head back up again but without a sound. Her hair flicked back so I could see her whole face.
"Well she's beautiful definitely with the name" She handed back the photo; she gave it one last look.
"The meaning of Marvella is"
"Marvellous" We both said together with a chuckle.
"My Mother always told me that until she disappeared along with my twin brother" she whispered looking at her finger which looked red sore.
"What happened there then?" I said a few minutes later. She chuckled
"Every night I had to go around the village to look for food, I got caught, two Germen soldiers where running after me shooting everywhere" She spoke soft, looking around the room not daring to look directly at me.
"Ah so the bullet went into your finger...What a weird place to get shot" I said, I got out my greenish canteen twisting the top cap, taking a sip.
"What some?"I asked holding out the canteen
"Nah" she laid down putting her head on Miller's bag that he lent her as a pillow; it didn't take her long to fall asleep. I've just realised I'm last to be awake. I'm thinking about the conversation I had with Marvella it was the sort of conversation I use have with my sister. Miller started to move lifting his head from the floor he gave me a smile while nodding his head lightly that I could hardly notice, then but his head onto the cold damp floor, he obviously heard our conversation. I then laid down but I was too tired to get to sleep. I listened to everyone's light snores, I felt myself concentrate on the times each person started to inhale and exhale, I felt my body relax then my eyes drifted asleep.