They tried to make me hate myself. They tried to instill in me the methods of my own destruction, and I let them. It left me impotent and self-loathing. Powerless
Joulie's eyes dropped to the child in front of her . She was a skinny thing no more than seven years of age, and full of all the fire and passion she herself once had. Her recent charge. Soft hazel eyes flicked up to meet her own.
"Auntie? What happened then?"
That question brought Joules back to reality. She cleared her throat. Concentrate.
'When I left the city..' A city the child had never, and would never know
"When you left..?" CeeCee C4 peered at her inquisitively over her thick, round glasses. They hung at the very end of her nose, giving her at once a very wise and also very absurd appearance. Nevertheless, she pressed on in her curiosity, her demeanor the absolute height of seriousness.
Joulie unnecessarily cleared her throat yet again, and then shook her head.
'Some other time, squirt'. She paused to ruffle the child's mousy brown hair. CeeCee frowned. 'It's past your bedtime and-" she didn't get to finish the thought. Instead she was interrupted by Ceecee's impetuous mocking.
'I'm serious, kid.'
"But Daddy would've..!"
'Goodnight' came the final order. It sounded rougher than Joules would have liked, but the mention of him caught her off guard.'Please' Softer now, she intoned, 'It's getting late'.
Joulie's eyes dropped to the child in front of her . She was a skinny thing no more than seven years of age, and full of all the fire and passion she herself once had. Her recent charge. Soft hazel eyes flicked up to meet her own.
"Auntie? What happened then?"
That question brought Joules back to reality. She cleared her throat. Concentrate.
'When I left the city..' A city the child had never, and would never know
"When you left..?" CeeCee C4 peered at her inquisitively over her thick, round glasses. They hung at the very end of her nose, giving her at once a very wise and also very absurd appearance. Nevertheless, she pressed on in her curiosity, her demeanor the absolute height of seriousness.
Joulie unnecessarily cleared her throat yet again, and then shook her head.
'Some other time, squirt'. She paused to ruffle the child's mousy brown hair. CeeCee frowned. 'It's past your bedtime and-" she didn't get to finish the thought. Instead she was interrupted by Ceecee's impetuous mocking.
'I'm serious, kid.'
"But Daddy would've..!"
'Goodnight' came the final order. It sounded rougher than Joules would have liked, but the mention of him caught her off guard.'Please' Softer now, she intoned, 'It's getting late'.
You've quite a way with words, to you a very tired expression. I would say that you have the makings of an excellent story-teller yourself. :)
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