Poppy’s first memory was a man staring down at her. She was about two years old then, and was getting over her shyness. She smiled at him. A little, shy, smile. He pointed a little stick at her and she felt a stabbing pain down her arm. She tried to hold back her tears, but a handful spilled over. “Not this one.” The man muttered “She’s too weak.” Poppy didn’t hear anything else. She couldn’t. The pain wouldn’t leave her aching little body. ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ᴡɪʟʟ ɪ ᴛʀᴜꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴏʀʀɪᴅ ᴍᴀɴ! ɴᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ! “FIRE! FIRE!” she heard someone scream. She heard muttering. “Help me throw them into the fire. Keep the boy safe—“ she was picked up and was carried up the stairs. “NO!” She heard him yell. “—the blond one will be k!lled—“ ᴡᴀɪᴛ. ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴏɴᴅ ᴏɴᴇ. ɴᴏ. ɴᴏ!!
help. the thumb 0-0 ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ are her thoughts :)) 2 mystery kids <3
