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[2] confessions

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The house seemed even more livelier during the day, sun creeping through the window, sounds of happy voices getting ready for breakfast, she was greeted by a pair of twin eyes and plenty of «good mornings», asking her if she slept well. The children couldn't look more excited to get to know the mysterious girl better. Countless of questions were heard to which Florence tried her best to answer. After learning tha names of people at the table alongside their peculiarities, it seemed to be her turn for introduction, making her slightly nervous.

—I'd love to know your peculiarity, what is the bandage on your forehead for?—Asked Bronwyn, someone who was told to be stronger than 10 men, she was seated right beside her older brother, who didn't look as energetic as her, fully in thoughts of finishing his sausage.

—It's a rather interesting question, I posses the power of seeing through people, looking into their feelings and auras. I can get inside one's head, making the illusions in front of their eyes so real that it's almost alarming.—She took the bandage off revealing a third eye. The kids seemed amazed at her powers telling her countless compliments making Fay blush at their words. «Sensetive and emotional» something that described the girl too well, leaving a small figure looking out the window, staring at her sibling live their best life. She couldn't figure the reason behind her lockdown, getting curious with each year, forcing everyone around her worried. Legends about horrific illnesses capturing Florence were losing her belief, assuming the worst.

Miss Peregrine must've banished children from asking anymore questions, the rest of the breakfast appeared sound and quiet.

Fay Pov:
I'd play with my food, choosing to abandon carrots at the side of the plate. Carrots, one of the many ingredients that I was not allowed to consume. my mind slowly began to fill with memories of my family house, restricted from childhood, at least not for me.

Their ymbryne chose to take me right after cleaning the table, leading me to her so called «nest». A small office with a desk and a chair, a bunch of unknown pictures closing the walls together. Documents, papers, post cards, letters, all of them laid on the table which appeared to be messy as ever.

—I've been wondering..—The bird had began, voice was monotone and calming, her expression on the other side was plastered with seriousness. Forrowed eyebrows complimented her forced smile, making her look almost as frightened as I was myself.
If you've been curious about my arrival at such situation then I must confirm that I do not recognise anything since I was last at my parents house.I looked her in the eyes, praying that she'd believe me and understand, wanting to fade away her suspicion. It was half true for I couldn't remember much since my last night in Lyon, tho I definitely had saved the images of the people I had to meet after, deeply regretful of ever leaving.

—Rather strange, where must you come from darling? I don't recall meeting you in any of the loops.—It felt like she'd slice my throat for the wrong answer, so it took me quite a minute before answering.

—Louis Elliott was my father, a famous scientist at the London university. I've left for a better life right after coming of age. Some time in French university..-I started, stopping in the middle failing to seek words to continue.

—I see, I'd genuinely prefer to write to your parents, making sure of your story as well as noting your wellness.

—I'd rather you not to, you see, I've lost contact with them before I even knew it, not wishing to revive our bond.

—Abusive household?

—You could say.—My gaze turned at my feet, face in a sad manner.

— I understand child.—Her hand sat on my head, brushing my hair with her sharp fingers.- I hope we'll be able to provide you with comfort for your stay. As for now, you can enjoy your free time, Our small talk will stay a secret within me.

My eyes turned glossy, and before I knew it I excused myself from the room right after thanking her. I had went to wash my face and on my way to explore, finding a fairly alluring place. The so called «library» was stocked with various books, making me giggle with joy out of excitement. I brushed my fingers over shelves, choosing something for myself during the meantime. After studying every section I settled in an armchair that I had found in the corner. The book in my hands was an old copy of Jane Eyre, It looked a bit weary giving me the idea of the fact that it's someone's favourite.

—Didn't know you were into cheeky romance.—Rough Scottish accent interrupted.
—You scared I might snatch your dear book?
—Silly of you to think that I'd read that, it's Millard's property, I prefer something more serious than a cliché love story.—His eyes rolled back at me with a sly smile, oh how infuriating he was. I clenched the book harder gritting my teeth, trying to stay out of trouble on my first day, it would be pretty obvious on whose side they'd be in the end. I was just an unwanted guest.
—Very well then.—I said standing up from the spot.—Don't forget to mention to him that I'm deeply sorry for laying my hands on what's his, I genuinely had no idea.—Smilling I shoved the book in his hands hurrying on my way out of the library. My palms were still clenched as I was holding onto my sanity for dear life.

—Come on, Flo, please read it to me.—A small girl was begging sitting on her knees beside her sister. Fay's legs were covered with a blanket, she looked rather sick, just like everyone was used to.
—Now that you're whining like this I'd be a dreadful person declining your offer. Florence took the book setting it on her lap, while the smaller one happily sat on the opposite bed with her head on her legs.
—I won't tell dad about my visit here.
—I hope so.—Fay brushed Faith with a solace grin before reading the title of the story.
—Jane Eyre, an epic tale of love, lies and secret passion.