It hadn't occurred to her to ask for her aid's name until nearly four days after their conversation. When during her daily checkup she had saw her sitting there quietly observing.
It had been a while and people had started calming down about the whole mess.
Though she had realized that night that she still had time. She was still nervous. She really hoped that it was just another dream. But the first one she had hadn't been. Hoping didn't help her then. So she was pretty sure that hoping wouldn't help her this time.
But in the mean time she's been trying to distract herself. She had finished the book she had been reading and started a new one. She had even started a sketch but hadn't gotten around to finishing it. Her weekly bath had been delayed though because they didn't want her on her feet so soon after what had happened so she was feeling a little grimy for a few days now.
Janelle had allowed her to take her comforter off and only have a thin blanket instead which did help, the window was open which allowed a light breeze to come into the room. But it would be required to have both things fixed before nightfall.
So here she was, getting her temperature, enjoying this taste of the outside, a book next to her, thinking about stuff trying to keep herself entertained when the realization occurred.
"Aid?" Aaliyah asked.
"Yes Miss?" the aid replied.
"What's your name?"
The aid paused for a minute, as if deciding whether or not she should tell her."Ellen." She finally said. "My name is Ellen."
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The Marble Tower
DiversosShe had been locked in her little tower for eleven years. Confound to bed because of the mysterious disease that plagues her every breath. Though she doesn't remember much about her life beforehand she does remember one thing: the death of her mot...
