Spoilt? Me? (Watty awards 2011 VOTE)

How do you solve a problem like Marie?

I woke at roughly 5, but I wasn't sure what woke me. I rubbed my head, remembering the bump on my head from yesterday, when I hit it on the wall. I stood up and flicked on my light, and just stood there, by my door. I could swear I could hear something, someone?

I opened my door and poked my head out. The light was on in Maries room, but apart from that it was silent. I crept towards Maries room and pressed my ear against the door. At first there wasn't a sound at all but then I heard it. First soft and whimpery and then long and hollow cries.

I rested my hand on the door handle, and breathed in. I haddent been in Maries room before, and how would she feel, me bursting in like this.

"Marie?" I whispered. She didn't reply so I whispered louder, luckily mum was on the fourth and final floor so mum couldn't hear me.

"Marie?" I spoke softly.

"Oh, allo?" she said in her heavy French accient.

"Can I come in?" I asked, my hand on the doorknob.

"Er... Oui, Er... Yeah." She stammered.

I opened the door, and stepped inside. It was freezing cold and the light was blinking. Not only that but it was a tiny room, maybe enough for a single bed and a bedside lamp. I starred in horror at this small room, the finally at Marie, she was curled on her bed, in floods of tears.

"Marie I..." I stared at her. She was shivering, and she only had a thin blanket. I looked round the room for a heater, but she didn't.

"Come with me." I held her hand and helped her up. We half walked, half stumbled down the passageway, and finally got into my room. She sat on the very edge of my bed, staring something in her hand. I studied her face, she was young, she joined us from France when she was only 18, so she was now what, 20? I pulled out a mattress and pulled some of my dovets onto it.

"Come here Marie, go to sleep here tonight ok?" I pointed to my make-shift bed. She slided off the bed and onto the smaller bed.

"Warm enough?" I gestured.

"Er... Oui. Thank yous." she smiled weakly. I looked at the object in her hand. It was a picture, and my stomach jerked as I studied the two faces of the people in the picture. It was a picture of Marie, when she was properly 18, with her brother, maybe 12 or 11, her ill brother. Maybe her brother was sick again, properly worse. I haddent realised that I was starring at Marie, a habbit I was beginning to pick up.

"My bro'ser, 'e is sick. Vewie sick. I dunno what do. I 'ave no monay." she blurted out.

"No money! But my mum pays you! By now you would have had enough?!" I said, half angry half confuzed.

"Non." She whispered. She snuggled into the bed covers, and closed her eyes. I turned off the lights and peeled back my own bed covers. I don't think I went back to sleep, but I could hear the gentle purr of Marie as she breathed in and out.

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