Aurelia
I never had a chance to be soft
I was always bloody knuckles and shards of glass
I was always bloody knuckles and shards of glass
Aurelia stopped chewing on her nail. Was that really true? Could there really be an alternate version of her still at home, taking care of her sisters? If that was the case, then...
No, she couldn't give up that easily. It wouldn't be right to just let go. There had to be something, somewhere, someway, somehow. She couldn't let some other version of herself, which wasn't really her, just steal her life like this.
Her eyes had wandered in her thought, but when Sunjata started talking about where he came from, her attention snapped back to him. Melancholic understanding softened her expression as she watched his become a frown. She knew there were others like her but, she had not talked to any of them about their own experiences yet. His casual shrug took her by surprise, though. He must have been in this place for a long time, must have come to terms with his fate. To be so callous about losing his own family.
Any hope Aurelia had of getting home was dashed. If she had an ounce less of self-control, she would've burst into tears. Instead, she used her sadness to fuel her anger.
"How can I sit here while someone else lives my life?" she finally blurted out, brows threaded together. Her hands became more animated, tossing them in the air in exasperation as she spoke, "how many people like us are there, trapped here? And who is this Voice that people keep telling me about? What right does it have to uproot us like this? It's taken everything from us, you know first hand! How can you be so... calm?!?"
No, she couldn't give up that easily. It wouldn't be right to just let go. There had to be something, somewhere, someway, somehow. She couldn't let some other version of herself, which wasn't really her, just steal her life like this.
Her eyes had wandered in her thought, but when Sunjata started talking about where he came from, her attention snapped back to him. Melancholic understanding softened her expression as she watched his become a frown. She knew there were others like her but, she had not talked to any of them about their own experiences yet. His casual shrug took her by surprise, though. He must have been in this place for a long time, must have come to terms with his fate. To be so callous about losing his own family.
Any hope Aurelia had of getting home was dashed. If she had an ounce less of self-control, she would've burst into tears. Instead, she used her sadness to fuel her anger.
"How can I sit here while someone else lives my life?" she finally blurted out, brows threaded together. Her hands became more animated, tossing them in the air in exasperation as she spoke, "how many people like us are there, trapped here? And who is this Voice that people keep telling me about? What right does it have to uproot us like this? It's taken everything from us, you know first hand! How can you be so... calm?!?"
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
