263 Cursed Child

There he saw a girl sat in the corner of the room, on a simple white bed with absolutely nothing around her, a small open window directly to her left, the blinds undone which made the rays of sunshine land directly on her pale, blank face, the sound of chirping birds from the outside garden.

That girl was non-other than Abby… Or was it even Abby? 

Her usually neatly done hair, clean clothes, and well-mannered attitude was nowhere to be seen. Things that she learned while living with her family to avoid beatings and had almost become second nature to her. 

The girl in front of him bore none of those qualities… 

Her crimson hair was completely dishevelled, her face was messy with a dead look in her now gray eyes that were completely unlike the burning eyes of passion he always saw, an odd look on her face smiling, a small bird on her right finger standing completely still, one that seemed to have flown in from the open window…