A Dancer's Sin (editing){Completed}

Interlude 1

"Lilly! Lilly come back here!"

I stopped in my tracks and looked around. There was a small girl who couldn't have been more than two years old running straight for me.

In her hands she held a single white rose. Her black hair made her fair skin look pale. She was very skinny for her age leaving me to think she was malnourished.

I smiled sweetly at the small girl and knelt down as she stopped in front of me. "What's that?" I asked pointing to the flower.

"Flo'r!" She shouted excitedly and gave me a large smile. I couldn't help but to smile back.

"Yeah, that's a pretty flower! What color is it?"

"White!" She pushed the rose to my nose allowing me to smell it's sweet scent.

"Mmm! That smells good!"

She put it up to her own nose to smell it, and smiled. The flower was so large it nearly covered the bottom half of her face leaving nothing but her large black eyes peering over it.

"I'm so sorry! Lilly what have I told you about running away!" The girl's mother picked her up and began to walk off.

"It was no big deal, and I actually enjoyed the company," I said walking beside her. I could see why the girl was malnourished because her mother was. The woman was sickly thin, and her bones poked through her flesh in a ghastly manner, but she was surprisingly beautiful.

"That's a beautiful little girl you have," I said trying to break the ice.

"Thank you."

"Where are you heading?"

She seemed very reluctant to answer and continued to walk. Soon her breath grew heavy ragged. She sat her child down and tried to get air into her lungs.

"Are you alright?" I supported her body as she began to fall to the ground. "are you having an asthma attack?"

She shook her head and began to cough violently.

I quickly called the ambulance and tried to calm the woman down.

"Mommy?" The little girl approached her mother and wrapped her arms around her neck.

Soon the EMTs were here and they took the woman and her little girl into the vehicle, and I didn't hesitate to tag along.

The young girl started to cry as her mother became unresponsive. I picked her up and cradle her in my arms running my hands through her silky black hair.