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Fire danced in her eyes as she took her think pencil like object and drew on the wall above her bed, it was not of her normal drawings though it still contained flowers. It was of the window next to her, filled with the small blue vase she found but instead of the dead and dried up flowers that wilted away. It was of the way they had come to her, if not in better shape. The way she saw them, one with a little bud and the rest fully open and gazing at her as if to remind her of the boy she wanted to see again. Slowly she shaded the window, giving it dimension like it was next to her. She even drew the tree she saw every morning though she kip the setting in the boring white snow for her to remember.
Though she was not finished with her sketch she pried herself away when her father’s howl reached her ears. She never liked keeping her parents waiting, even if it was in the middle of her drawing sessions. Placing the drawing object down she looked at her unfinished drawing, shrugging at it before getting off her bed. Her eyes moved through her mother’s house and then outside where she found her father waiting.
Hey eyes widened in displeasure, feeling sadness when she looked on his torn body. She was starting to feel more remorse for wounds than interest as she saw more and more of people she knew in pain. She hated that show of emotion. The girl looked at the ferret then at her father with concern in her eyes, not asking what happened. Simply touching a few of the wound that were on his chest to show her interest yet concern. Her expressions did not change she just simply looked at him.
What had happened to her father, who did this to him? She instantly thought of Liam and her body flinched lightly as she withdrew her hand. Had he done this to Shawcert, no no he was too small. Her head tilted as she looked at her height compared to his, she had grown again she was now slightly taller than her mother. How much more would she grow? Finally she spoke her emotionless voice cutting the silence. ”Are you okay Daddy?”
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