Aislynn did not choose to be who she was, she did not choose to have no blood family member, but no one else had ever seen here cry in years. For it had been five years since she got the news her blood mother and father had died.
Aislynn stood in the training room, throwing knives when Charlotte walked in. Charlotte cleared her throat and Aislynn turned around, looking at her adoptive sister, but she was the closest thing that she had to a mother.
"What do you want Charlotte?" Her tone held venom that wasn't understandable. A boy not much younger than she was walked out from behind Charlotte and Aislynn smiled at him.
"This is William Herondale, but he says to call him Will." Aislynn nodded and Charlotte left the room, leaving Will with Aislynn. He immediately went for a window and gazed out it.
"Hey, um, Will, would you like to throw some knives with me?"
"NO!" His voice held the same venom as hers and she went to gaze out the window with him. She saw the blond head of Edmund Herondale and frowned when she heard a sob escape the boy next to her. Aislynn turned her head and saw that Will had curled in on himself and was sobbing, looking down at his parents.
"Will, I know how you feel."
"You will never know how I feel."
"I lost my parent when I was six years old, Will, don't make it any harder for me, I just want someone who understands me."
"You're in the wrong business if you want a friend, ma'am."
"Well then, sir, you wound me deeply." Aislynn then ran out of the training room, swallowing the knot that had built up in her throat. She locked the door to her room and slid down beneath the window, sobbing profusely. No one wanted to be her friends except for Charlotte and her fiance. Even then, it wasn't enough. Then she heard a knock on the door.
"Go away!"
"No, not until you tell me what's wrong."
"Charlotte, please, I'm not in the mood."
"I'll come back when you feel like it."
"Yes, please do so." Then she listened to Charlotte's light footsteps recede before continuing to sob. The sobbing went on for hours straight, until she ran dry of tears. She climbed into bed and despite of her tears running dry, Aislynn cried herself to sleep.