Wronged

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QOC: Do you want more Aiden/Anna "cutesy" moments? And another thing: Do any of you have any ship names for these two? Cuz I've come to a road block with that part in the creativity category.

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- Anna's POV -

I hiss when my leg slips a little, my heart dropping into my stomach for a split second. I hurriedly replace it onto the wall and use all of my upper body strength to pull myself up continuously. Once I reach the third floor window, a sigh of relief emits from me.

I hang on with one hand as tight as I can and use the other to pry the window open. Thankfully it's not hard to do, which isn't surprising due to the building's rickety form.

I slip into the structure swiftly, being sure to hit the ground as softly as possible. It makes the smallest of "thud" noises before I turn around and cautiously shut the window again.

It's pretty dark, and very hard to see, but I manage to make out the figures of different objects once I'm able to adjust. There's a shower and a toilet and a sink. I can even spot the mirror above the sink, only it's cracked. A long line of splintered glass cuts across from the left side to the top.

I stare into it, noticing my frightening expression. The mask gives me this threatening vibe. And suddenly not even I want it on anymore. Maybe it's not such a good idea to approach Lily with it on.

My hand reaches up, and I take it off. I still hold on to it tightly though. I plan on putting it back on after I tell her why I need it on in the first place. Maybe then she won't be as scared. Still startled, because, I mean we're taking her. But not to the point where she'll completely freak.

I walk over to the door gently, trying to make my steps as lightly as possible. After I successfully and silently open it up and step into the hallway, I keep my ears intently listening to the rest of the house. Fortunately I can't hear anything like footsteps or doors creaking. So far Nico and Hayley are doing their thing right.

My eyes glance around the hallway. It's shockingly long, but only has four doors (not including this bathroom, which would be five). The rooms must be pretty big, meaning there are many kids that share one bedroom. But I doubt they're nice-looking since the rest of this place isn't.

I swipe my middle and pointer fingers along the wooden walls and then rub the index against my thumb. The grime is felt prominently, which saddens me further. This place is entirely unsanitary. I wonder how it hasn't been health checked before. Then again, this group house is isolated pretty well.

I glance at some old photos on the wall, mostly of kids. They look similar to school pictures - the girls and boys lined up in rows in the same outfits, shortest in the front and tallest in the back - only none of the children are smiling. Suddenly I wish we could rescue all of these little ones and send them to their appropriate families - or at least people who will care for them.

Shaking my head, trying to wiggle off the guilt, I get rid of the thought and step closer to one of the picture frames. In the dark it's too difficult to pick out Lily. But with my enhanced memory, I can sort of make a guess on which one she is.

Her eyes are exactly like Aiden's. That's how I find her. She has her hair in a single fishtail braid down her left shoulder, the corners of her lips pushed toward the ground. Regardless of the grim expression, she's a beautiful little girl.