Partners in Crime

Two sisters, one fate

Dr. Patch's POV

My eyes widened as I reread the stitched lettering, and without even realizing it, I had said the names out loud. "Abby and Rowan Scott huh? Cute names, for two adorable little girls." I heard Miss Darkley mutter. I almost forgot that she had a soft spot for children, even if I had been working with her for years. "Well, I guess that they'll have to be raised here. Poor things, I mean, an asylum of all places? Could their parents really be that desperate to get rid of them?" I shrugged, but said I would pick up some supplies in the morning. I brought the basket into my room, the two little ones keeping quiet, as if they knew that they could very well wake someone up. With a sigh, I finally found sleep.
In the morning, I awoke to the noisy sound of chatter. 'How annoying.' I think, while getting dressed in the white coat that I normally wear. Then I noticed that the basket was gone. Groaning, I went to the cafeteria, where, without surprise, I saw miss Darkley, playing with one of the children, the one named Rowan. I walked over and picked up Abby, who was left alone in the basket, seemingly humming to herself. Of course, it ceased when she saw me, but then she smiled. She had the face of an angel, but yet her eyes held something else, something dangerous. But then, at the time I had no idea. I was clueless.

*4 years later*
Abby's POV

I run outside, quickly followed by Rowan. Outside, the neighborhood cat, Toffee, was sunbathing. I walked up to her, and started petting her. Rowan caught up soon after, breathing loudly. She hated it when I ran off, but then, so did the doctors and nurses. My...relationship with them was difficult. Most of them adored Rowan over me, but of course, I was used to that by now. The three people who actually took care of me were Miss Patch, Miss Carolina and doctor Granter. They were all so very nice... I tug gently at the necklace, the one Miss Carolina gave me for my 4th birthday. I didn't know why, but afterwards, she started going outside the asylum more often than usual. Then I noticed the image. A lone woman, standing in the forest. I thought it was really pretty, so I kept it. Rowan, on the other hand, seemed to be cautious of it. Of course, at the time, I had no idea why, after all, I was only five.