Bliss Perdix-Moon//D8//FIN

Bliss Perdix-Moon//D8//FIN Nov 24, 2018 8:48:09 GMT -5

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Post by Sleepy Fluttershy on Nov 24, 2018 8:48:09 GMT -5

She runs down the street, breathing heavily. A small sausage in a blister-covered arm and a black hood - that's all people can notice in her appearance. But when she turns around the corner and hugs a small dog who's barking loudly in a dark street, the hood falls off. Her hair is just as black as her outfit. So are her eyes - two black wells where it's so dark that one could never separate love and happiness from suffering.

A small sad mouth is so pale that it barely stands out on the rest of the skin. Now, at the sight of the dog, its corners travel upwards, lighting a smile that gathers happy little sparks in the depth of her eyes. People generally find flaws in her appearance - a gloomy stare, a nose a bit too big. But for her dog, she is the perfect human.

It all started with the dog. Her story was one of the many usual ones. After her mother died, her father married another woman, mostly because he couldn't take care of the baby. The woman was not the best choice, so one day he just left. When Bliss was growing up, she knew no one but her stepmother who taught her only one way to survive - beat or be beaten. When the child tried to become the beating side, she was called an ungrateful bastard and thrown into an orphanage.

There was only one picture of her father which she always carried around. He was hugging a woman with a baby in her arms - the girl's mother. "The Perdix wedding" was scribbled on the back. One day she ran away and tried to ask in the district square where Mr. Perdix lived. One person gave her directions to a small house not far from the square. Four children were running in the yard, and a woman was hugging a man in his thirties who was indeed Mr. Perdix.

But the moment she called him dad, he reacted in a very strange way. He tried to ask her where she lived, and though every time she answered "nowhere", he didn't decide to hug her and leave her there with his family. He took the child in his arms and handed her to the Peacekeepers who brought her straight back to the orphanage. That evening she hid in the wardrobe to look at the picture and cry. But she didn't make attempts to look for a family anymore.

One day on her way from school she noticed a small white puppy who was shivering in the mud. The orphanage didn't allow children to keep pets, so she wrapped the puppy in her blanket and left her in a street close to the orphanage, in a small space between walls that couldn't easily be discovered. She got punished for stealing the blanket but she didn't care. She kept taking food from the kitchen to feed the puppy every day.

When the dog grew up, it needed more food to survive. The cook at the orphanage started noticing food shortages and put a huge lock on the cellar which Bliss couldn't pick. So she realized she'd have to buy food by herself. But money was a luxury she didn't have so the best idea she could come up with was snatching a knife from the kitchen and sneaking out late in the evening to rob people.

One night was no different from the others. She picked a perfect target - a guy in his forties - not young enough to fight, not old enough to have no money. It was a clean job - sneaking up from behind, a knife to the throat, nobody to help the victim, "Wallet, quick, and no funny business" - a harsh paralyzing whisper. But he managed to escape her grip and almost knocked the breath out of her.

The next day she still couldn't forget how she was running - she had never run so fast in her life. Every inch of her body hurt and there was no money to feed her dog. So she almost stopped eating and gave half of her own food to the puppy. In a few days, the children were told to gather in the hallway because a married couple was coming to their orphanage to pick a child to adopt. She leaned against the wall lazily - they always take five-year-old weeping darlings. But then an electric wave hit her. It was him. And a woman who must have been his wife. Her hat wouldn't cover her face completely and it was too late to put it on...

She ended up in his house with another boy whom she absolutely didn't know - a perfect nightmare. She couldn't sneak out too late so she stole money from his jacket, the food from the kitchen - anything that would keep her Trixie alive and kicking. Every time she got caught (almost every time) she got beaten. Every time she talked out of turn or did something the "parents" didn't like, she got beaten. Every time they felt like it, she got beaten. Every day, every night, every morning she got beaten (or not, if she got lucky). But her adoptive brother seemed okay. They were both mistakes of someone else's lives - not good enough to fit into their parents' future. At least they had that in common. That and refusing to call their adoptive parents "mom" and "dad". She felt like she could never call anybody that again. Not after what her father did when he saw her. The only mother she could ever have was the one in the picture - a smiling face buried under several layers of ground with E. Perdix on the gravestone. If her life was tough, it taught her to tell real family and the fake one apart. Mom, Kro'ka and Trixie were her real family. And two of them were still alive and needed her. So she kept going.