And She Should Be Dead.

Chapter 5

Time always seems to pass so quickly on earth. Maybe it's because I've been here for centuries, and so weeks and days blur together. It feels like only yesterday little Lyra arrived at the orphanage. However, from the chatter of matrons across the building I've gathered that it's been almost a decade. Lyra is turning 16 today. And I fear that now more than ever her life will set off a chain reaction, any one decision she makes impacting so many other, others not meant to contain a dead little girl. To my content however, Lyra seems to stay distant from the others. Perhaps this is my own doing, for no child wishes to be with the crazy girl who speaks with invisible men, a girl who feeds the ravens and crows from her hands, and a girl whose complexion upon close inspection seems cold and porcelain, be it from beauty or death. Today begins like all others Lyra writing outside while the other children eat their loneliness away beneath a facade of love in their temporary prison. Lyra as of late, has spoken to me less and less, I worry she expects me to just disappear, just as all imaginary friends someday do. I believe she's beginning to resent me, not realizing I am the only reason she's here. That if I let her out of my sight, something terrible is bound to happen to us both. I try my best to avoid speaking with her. Heaven knows what will happen to a little girl spiteful of her guardian. If she goes against my advice, she might unbalance natural order, and I'm afraid even that is an understatement. ******
As I have mentioned all time seems simple and fast to me, a feeling I have yet to get used to. However, on this day I felt purely the opposite, a certain dread, something human. That on this day, for no reason other than Lyra's age increasing, that she would suddenly act out, as if a day interval could change everything she is. This day has droned on longer than I feel I have been undead. For today she is no longer a little girl, but a woman, and women have a knack for getting into much more trouble than girls. Please do understand I mean women no offence, and perhaps I'm blinded by how things were in my day, but one thing I know that tears me apart with a fear unparalleled to my own death is this

women fall in love