Delusions of Grandeur || Hannibal AU || Closed RP
A slight nod was given to River in response to her question. “I do. More than, perhaps, anyone that may be analyzing you. You speak with true confidence in your own self, that is the purest form of clarity that anyone could ask for. I assure you.”
She was keeping herself focused, not allowing herself to lose the thread with which this entire conversation was hanging on. Loose and frayed he understood that he had it there in his hands to mend it and make it work again. She was, after all, someone that he could help.
A slow shake of his head was given as he leaned forward so as to look into her eyes better. “That is something that must not be feared. The lack of remorse is the knowledge that you are doing the right thing for yourself. Do you feel, River, as if you were doing the right thing?”
"I never have," River started and then stopped. "There was one time. I was 15 and one of the foster kids I was staying with tried to touch me. I got a fork and I started stabbing him." Her eyes seem to get a little fuzzy. Then she can see the whole scene before her from her teenage eyes.
She was in the dirty foster home, one of many that she had been in when she was in the system. She always would go in and out of homes, group homes, and hospitals. By the time she was ten years old she was marked down as a special needs child because of repeated trips to the psychiatric hospitals. Every time she went to the hospital she stayed at least a month before she was let back out.
Each home was worst than the first because people got paid more for taking kids like her. This boy had tried to grab at her chest, he had been making fun of her because she was so small busted compared to one of other girls that was staying there, the other girl was also fatter too. River always saw her sneaking extra food which meant the rest of them got less.
They were all around the dinner table when he tried to grab at her. She picked up the fork and just stabbed him in the thigh. Then she took the fork out and stabbed him in the other thigh. She kept doing it over and over until one of the adults grabbed her and threw her against the wall. She went back to the hospital that night.
"I tried to make it right but they stopped me," she finally said with a frown. "They shouldn't have stopped me. He was a bad boy, he did bad things."
