1813
Her screams ran out parallel to mine as I gave my baby life. Once I found out she was a girl, I knew what her name was going to be Elise Gabrielle Blanchard. But Javert had told me, once she was born, he would give her to a rich and powerful family which lived in the heart and on the richer side of town. A better life for her than a dad who wasn't around and had a fat question mark over his face or a mother who sleeps with someone for money and then Elise having this life too. Javert came into my room and took the baby from my arms and swaddled her in fabric. "Have a nice life India." He kissed my forehead and took my child from me. 4 days later, I died from childbed fever as India Juliette Blanchard
1832
Everything is perfect, my brother Marius falling in love with a rich girl and daughter of respected man Monsieur Madeline, Cosette. My best friend Eponine Thenardier, a peasant girl but a sweetheart when you got to know her. And my boyfriend, the leader of the Revolution Enjolras, a strong willed and bravery ran through his veins and he was gorgeous, golden brown hair and a chiselled face and his eyes, hazel but whenever he had an idea, there was always golden flecks in them. But now, it is the Revolution and I will fight back, if it kills me.
1834
I ran away, through the sewers and out to the fields and screamed as I felt the pain of grief hit me like a machine gun. Enjolras, Marius, Eponine, Grantaire, Dad. My real dad. They might all be gone and haven't got anyone there next to them.
I vow to myself that I will find them, Enjolras Marius, Cosette. Them All. I want them back. I will walk through fire and drink broken glass to get them back.