Months Alone
Nothing glinted off of her dark eyes.
She sat quietly in the room, sitting on the cold slab of steel that was her bed in the morgue. She listened. He might come back soon. She talked to Kalfu now regularly, he sat and kept her company when Laylai and Sampson were asleep. She looked over at the last bits of the food that Abbadon had brought for her, she smiled. He still remembered her. Sometimes she wondered if anyone else did.
Sometimes she would look out of the corner of her eye and she would swear she could still see Papa standing there. She sighed. He was dead... Pushing up dasies... down for the count...
She laid back on the cool metal and looked into the darkness and she started playing with the shadows in the dark. Making them twist into faces and animal shapes. She almost had it perfect, she could almost touch them... almost control them...
She sat quietly in the room, sitting on the cold slab of steel that was her bed in the morgue. She listened. He might come back soon. She talked to Kalfu now regularly, he sat and kept her company when Laylai and Sampson were asleep. She looked over at the last bits of the food that Abbadon had brought for her, she smiled. He still remembered her. Sometimes she wondered if anyone else did.
Sometimes she would look out of the corner of her eye and she would swear she could still see Papa standing there. She sighed. He was dead... Pushing up dasies... down for the count...
She laid back on the cool metal and looked into the darkness and she started playing with the shadows in the dark. Making them twist into faces and animal shapes. She almost had it perfect, she could almost touch them... almost control them...