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A girl sat, perched on her bed. Echoes of sobs pulsed through the room, hanging in the air. Still, the girl sat, not moving a muscle. Not making a sound.
For she knew no one else could know. So no one else did. No one except them.
Inside the girl was screaming, sobbing, begging. She rose, a sick smile twisted onto her young face. Who shall it be tonight? They thought gleefully. Tick tock, tick tock. The girl slowly made her way down the hall. They choose, you choose, we choose. Her lips twitched up as she reached for the knob. Who is still awake? We are hungry. Hurry child, hurry.
The girl's bare feet pattered against the tile floor as she made her way up and down the rows of sleeping boys. Who is awake, who is awake, who is awwaake? A large, pudgy boy whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut. Found one, so tender too. The girl reached out a hand, petting the large boy's red curls.
He opened his eyes, confused. The girl smiled, a sweet, tender smile, "Hello, I'm Elsie." Reaching out a slender hand the girl cocks her head, "Would you be able to help me find the kitchens?"
The stunned boy nodded once, not even questioning what a young girl would be doing in an orphanage made explicitly for males. What a poor, foolish boy. The boy stood up, taking the girl's outstretched hand.
The girl despised this, the boy should know what was happening. He should have had a choice. He does not care, he does not mind, for he, my darling has looked into your eyes.
She hated herself for agreeing, for secretly enjoying this.
"Come," she told him, "it is a good night for a feast."
She did not hate herself. Her sisters praised her, for she was the best. She could convince them all. Boys are so foolish they would laugh, only seeing a pretty face and sweet, honeyed words, not the Siren, not the man-eating race before them.
The girl truly was darker than her demons, for they had left her long ago.
So, a take on Sirens. What do y'all think? Hope you like it! Peace, Blue Cooookies!!
