Alright, so here's chapter six! Hope you enjoy! I will try to get chapter 7 out tomorrow. However I probably will not succeed and will have to post it when I get back from camping yet again!

I could not sleep. I could hear Zik sleeping perfectly fine next to me, taking deep breaths.

My brain was too active.

I was lying down between the wall and Zik. Since I was pretty much the smallest person there I could easily be pushed against the wall. I was lying on my stomach, thinking about the life I had gotten rid of long ago. I let myself think instead of sleep.

I felt sorry for Ivy, who reminded me so much of someone I once knew, and for Zik's parents. I wonder if we would ever see them again. I brought my attention to Mari and Prussia who sat near the fire.

They both had their back to me and because it was so quiet I could hear them perfectly fine. "So. . ." The albino began, awkwardly it seemed. "How did you three end up here together?"

Mari turned to face him. "Why do you want to know? Didn't Aja tell you?" I smiled. She really thought I would tell that idiot anything?

"Well, she told me that this is just a video game to you guys, bu-." Ehehehehe. . . . Did I now? That's right! I did!

"She what!" Mari whisper-yelled, standing up quickly. "Ah, fuck! Gah, whatever…" Amber-eyes slowly sat back down. "We came," She paused, debating on how to word it right it seemed. "We came because we were invited to come. That's all I'm going to say."

The Prussian scoffed. Then there was silence, I closed my eyes. I was still paying attention to them. "So, how'd you three meet?" Prussia asked, my eyes widened and I could see the girl freeze.

"Wh-why would you care? . . . It's not like we could ever matter to you guys."

I closed my eyes again.

"Hey, why are you crying?"

"We met… when I was 13…" The black-haired girl told him "I don't know about those two… but the circumstances we met under… Were hell for me." I was surprised, and a little upset she was telling that idiot. She didn't know how Zik and I met? I guess we never talked about it. . . "It really started for me when I was 7… I grew up in a very powerful and wealthy family. My name used to be Mariotte Summers. I was the youngest of five daughters, all of whom were expected to wordlessly conform to the ways of the high class citizen like flimsy paper dolls." A pause, I could imagine her shift on the floor "I wasn't okay with that. I had to stand out. When I turned 7, I decided to think back at what my life had been like so far. I realized that I'd always dressed, acted, and spoke like everyone else. I didn't want to be in that string of paper dolls. I had to be my own person, so I asked my mother and father one day to get me some different clothes." I've heard this before. The first week she was with us she told Xenzik and I about it.

"Did that help any?"

"Not in the slightest." Her reply was grim. "After I asked, they both shook me off. They told me that if I really wanted to be different, I should just be a maid. For the next couple of years, I snuck away from lessons, cut up curtains to use as clothing, sulked in my room; I did whatever I could to stand out. Still, no one seemed to notice me.
"When I turned 10, I decided to run away. I wanted to see what would happen. So I left. I fell in with a bad crowd. I joined a gang about a week after I left. I was one of the strongest of the bunch, and people were scared of me. About three months after I left, I stole some guy's phone and called the Summers' Estate. The maid who picked up recognized me as the missing daughter. She asked me over and over again if I was okay, and where I was. I didn't answer her, but I asked if my parents had bothered to look for me.
"There was a long silence. The maid hesitated; too long. I knew there was something wrong. 'I'm sorry…' she told me. I knew that my parents haven't even noticed my absence. Or if they had, they didn't care, or were even relieved. I hung up the phone and threw it into the street, letting a car crush it.
"After that, I just got more reckless and violent. I would beat people until they were nearly dead. I left the gang, because I felt like it compromised my freedom. That was the one thing I think I regret doing. Even though it was a bad bunch to fall in line with, they helped me out when I needed it.
As a child, I'd always been very sickly. After I left the gang, I had asthma attacks a lot, and got awful fevers. When I met Aja and Xenzik, they were talking in an alley. Aja was hiding her face from Zik, who was yelling something at her in a voice that sounded more full of concern than of hatred. At the time I had a fever; one of the worst in a long time, but I never gave up."

I remember that day. Zik was yelling at me about something I said to a women, a stranger, I told her 'That little shaved dog of yours is ugly. It matches your makeup.' Xenzik had made me apologize, and then pulled me to the alley where she told me that I shouldn't say that to people and 'Didn't my mother ever tell me differently!' It was when I shook my head that she began to almost yell apologetically for even mentioning her. She started saying that she was worried about me because I had an outburst like that the day after I met her and had no memory of it, I still don't.

"I walked up to them and threatened them. I didn't really need anything, but the way Zik was so concerned about Aja… It really made me angry. No one ever tried to make me happy, or cared how I felt before. So, naturally, Aja wanted to fight. We fought roughly for a really long time, but I ended it by collapsing into a coughing fit.
"I hadn't realized I was that sick, but… Well, we all make mistakes. I was coughing up blood and my chest hurt like hell. So, Aja stepped back, freaking out because she thought it was her fault somehow. Zik came over and tried to help me up, but I wouldn't let her near me. Eventually, I was only about half conscious, so the two of them picked me up and carried me back to their house.
"When I woke up, I told them who I was and what had happened to me, as well as the kind of medicine I needed. They told me that both of them had lived awful lives up until that point as well, so we became fast friends and shared a house. We've lived together ever since Aja and I were 13, and Xenzik was 16."

I thought about that day, smiling slightly, it was one of my favorite memories. That was because it was the day I met a friend who wasn't fake and told me how weird I was, how screwed up I was. . .

I opened my eyes again and looked at them.

The albino seemed upset now. "Wh-… What happened to Aja and Xenzik… Before you met…?" I frowned. Why would he want to know that? I closed my eyes and decided to try and sleep.

"You'll have to ask them yourselves." I stuck my tongue out at her, even though she wasn't paying attention and I had turned to face the wall.

"You really think Aja would tell me?" Hell no. I seemed to be getting sleepier by the minute.

"Ha! No! Xenzik would tell you, and m. . ." In my mind at least, her voice drifted off while I slipped into the deep black abyss that is a dreamless sleep.

Alright! So hints at Aja's background and all of Mari's!
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