✈ [me laughig nng very ahrd at this bc. eye opening memory :') ]
✈ - An eye-opening memory.
“M..my father...what?”
Ava sat on the very expensive looking and oriental chair, at the equally as expensive and oriental looking table, sitting across from very important looking men as they told her something rather drastic. ‘Take your time’ they said. ‘We don’t expect you to take it in easily’ they said. They were right.
Ava sat on the very expensive looking and oriental chair, at the equally as expensive and oritenal looking table, sitting across from two chairs that looked like the one she was sitting on. On the table was a paper. On it were words with meanings that Ava would not understand at the time. From the fire, to the hospital, now to this small room. Her mind was buzzing with thoughts, restless with questions, and hurting from the combination of all.
Ava sat on the very expensive looking and oriental chair, at the equally as expensive and oriental looking table, sitting across from very important looking men who had came back and took the paper after Ava finished reading it. ‘We need those books’ they said. ‘You understand how crubcial they are to us, right?’ they asked. Ava did not.
Ava sat on the floor of the small, oriental styled room. The poor child had no way to make sense of this. Translation books. Triads. Mafias. Yakuzas. What did it all mean? She didn’t know, and she wouldn’t know until many years later. All she knew was that she didn’t feel safe. She could no longer speak to the men as they closed in on her, or at least that is what it felt like to her. She tried her best to scurry away, eventually being cornered. Fear was instilled in her innocent heart, and she gave away to the instinct of self protection and comfort.
Ava laid in the hospital bed that she was taken to a few nights prior. The scent of the medical facility was soothing, but in her position anything besides the smell of ashes and burning was soothing. She could hardly recall what had happened before she woke up. However, the few details that she could recall still instilled the same feeling of fear. She knew more than she should have at such a young age, and she was utterly afraid. No not just afraid.
Alone.