I'll explain....
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Her family was rough. did what they needed to. And she still didn't know how to think.
She'd been meandering through the hall without a thought of attempting to go into the main household. for all she knew, it was disgusting. Stupid. Gross. Couldn't and wouldn't process the rest of the information. Her grandmother had cared, damnit.
She didn't want to know the rest of the story. She knew it was wrong.
She had been speechless upon finding the notebook where she'd expected to. It's presence meant that the secrets within it weren't guarded like they'd meant to be. She didn't have the reaction, physically, that she expected to upon seeing it, and she didn't quite know what to do with that information either.
It meant a few things, and yet....this was still more information than she could handle presently. It took her almost leaving and rounding the corner of cast-aside furniture and trash of the far left wing twice before she threw herself back as soon as possible, and then forward toward the drawer of the chifferobe,opening it, grabbing it carelessly, and throwing it harshly into her bag for a rainy day. She made to shut the drawer again, but questioned her thinking. She decided to, anyway.
I'll have to feel a little more masochistic.
She had gathered herself just a little. She grabbed the sturdiest looking cloth of good size and placed more and more cloth, until safe. Then she grabbed every sharp instrument or metallic piece she could see, a series of charred ledgers and some remedial books that the kids should use, and....a couple of random things that had made her wince upon seeing them.
She was an intelligent girl. She knew they meant something because of her gut reaction, but she apparently blanked all that out for herself. She knew this meant she couldn't handle it now. She'd need to really look at this later, and she questioned the immediacy of it. It made her pause a little too long.
Rouge, having half fallen asleep upon Magda's shoulders, was driving her shoulders and back to cramp. She leaned in a silly, downward angle, trying to coax her out of her slumber. She wobbled. Magda turned right, and Rouge wobbled again. Left. Right once more, as Rouge apparently lost balance and made a weird, flat dash down Magda's back. Her mews were heard in their protesting shortly after, thankfully into the direction of the only light peering into the vast room that held mainly darkness before her.
Everyone's waiting for me.
She shut her eyes, and counted.
She knew with the silence, she could at least, if nothing else, make it to the crevice's mouth and jam in the button to make the walls fall into their places.
She also knew she wasn't quite as alone as she thought she' d be.
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