Chapter 2 – THE COLD.
Anthara Jain
The bitingly chilly December wind briskly sailed past the multiple windows of the large white house, occasionally slipping through crevices and cracks. Anthara Jain wrapped the silk shawl tighter against her small petite frame and absentmindedly traced the intricate designs painstakingly woven into the article of clothing. She was seated next to the window, her rosy cheek resting against the cool glass pane. Her eyes flit across the backyard, taking in the ramrod straight trees, with thickening girths and soaring, bare branches.
The girl had been here yesterday. As usual, she hadn’t said much and Anthara had to do all the talking. She knew being a child psychologist wasn’t an easy job, but no one had told her it would be this hard to unravel someone. From the very beginning, the girl intrigued her. She was breathtakingly beautiful for one and unlike the other children she had had to work with, Rosalinda was never violent and one could consider themselves extremely lucky if they even heard her speak. She would just sit quietly, those brilliant blue-green eyes staring straight ahead, fixated on Anthara’s face.
Anthara had been reluctant to work with the child at first. However, the girl’s family had provided her a six digit figure that was too big to ignore. Sooner or later, Anthara resolved, the girl would crack. She would make sure of it.
Rosalinda Hawthorn
Across town, Rosalinda works quietly and quickly, in a soft kitten like manner, meticulously removing all traces of blood, completely oblivious to the other girl in the room. She lays out a pressed white shirt and a pair of washed out shorts on her bed, grabs a towel and steps into the shower.
The tepid water flows down her back, washing the dirt and grime from her body, untangling her hair and smoothing out the knots in her muscles.
She no longer felt vindictive. The bloodlust had died down and the red haze had slowly lifted. Turning the steady gush of water off, she turns her attention to the long gash on her wrist and presses a clean toilet paper to the wound and reaches for the antiseptic cream in the first aid box. She had to be more careful next time, she thought as she applied the medicine to her cut. The girl from before; the one Rosalinda had absolutely no control over had surfaced. She would have to work harder to keep the other girl restrained.
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