Madeline's Boardinghouse

III

"You can choose any room you'd like." Madeline had all vacant rooms at the moment since her son didn't take kindly to invaders. "How about this one for you? And this one for me?" The blonde asked brunette. The two rooms were right across from each other.

Madeline bit her lip at the room that the blonde chose for her friend. The room was right under her son's room. "Are you sure about that one?" Madeline asked. Before the brunette could answer the blonde spat out "Of course she is."

"Very well then." Madeline said as she unlocked the doors one by one with the master key. The blonde was over ecstatic with her new environment. She was planning to as she put it "Girl it up." "You can do as you like with the room as long as you follow the rules." Madeline said making the blonde thrilled she had permission to redecorate.

The brunette looked at her room. Paint was peeling off the walls, the wood dressers were dusty, the bed had a canopy frame, the sheets looked about as old but at least they were clean. It looked as if it was stuck in time.

"I apologize for this room. It is not as updated as the others. If it's not to your liking you can change it." Madeline suggested. "Why would you apologize for something so amazing?" "Sorry, my dear I am not following."

"It's a time capsule." The brunette stated with a smile of appreciation. She liked history it gave things character. "Meg, your into history just like your mother." The brunette laughed just enough to catch her attention. "I'm sorry but you have me mistaken. I'm Christine. Meg's in the other room."

"Really? The girly one is Giry's daughter?" "It's hard for a lot of people to believe." Christine joked.  "I can see why." Madeline thought Madame Giry's daughter was going to be the respectable, modest, and most composed out of the two. Not the wild party girl she Meg seemed to embody.

Christine watched as Madeline left to let Christine unpack her things. Christine unzipped her large black suitcase. All her clothes neatly folded into place. In was almost a shame to disrupt such order. She didn't have a lot of items since she spent most of her time traveling with her father to far away lands.

Only if that automobile accident hadn't occurred. Her father was seriously injured and so was she. She awoke to find her father was in a coma and was unlikely to recover. She had suffered from a fractured collarbone and a impressive amount of bruising.

She open her book bag that held a prized possession of hers. Meg always called her childish for caring it around with her but it was a tattered sock monkey that her father so kindly gave her. She named the little thing, Erik. She stared at it's black button eyes as tears slowly trickled down her pale cheeks.