Lilly
Stepping through the doorframe, Lilly squinted into the darkness, pushing through the cobwebs and dust with her mind until she reached the damp, abandoned room. A small straw bed stood in one corner, half a cupboard in another and a short bedside table with a half used candle stub sitting on it sat to her right. A cloud of dust rose as it lost one of its three remaining legs and fell to the floor. So much for that. It wasn't much. Less than that divided by ten but it would do. It would have to do.
She walked slowly over to the bed and dusted it with the old rags that hung by her waist. Sitting, Lilly felt the bed groan under her, its weak wood sagging under the weight of Lilly. The stained, muddy mattress, which had been settled upon by a layer of newly-disturbed dust, was printed with the words that Lilly hated most at that time: DeVille Orphanage.
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The Lost Life Of Lilly
De TodoWhen Lilly's life was tipped upside-down, she couldn't cope but sometimes it's better to leave with friends than to stay with no one...
