Saskia Corby [D8][DONE]

Their she sits. Patiently. Bloody, bruised. Her face is hard to make out under the layers of mud, blood, and bruises. She sit in a puddle of her own blood. Just sits there, staring at the ground in front of her. If she was crying you wouldn’t know. Her eyes are hidden. Looking around you see a bunch of men running away from her, smirking, giddy. They run away, leaving the girl for dead. She doesn’t speak a word. Mo sound. She just sits there. In pain or not… you can’t hear any pleas for help, nothing, only the scampering feet of her fleeing attackers. statue still, not moving a muscle.

Then finally you hear a small sob.

Her sobs are quiet yet so loud. She shakes gently with each breath. Her small body shaking from exhaustion. Pain. Fear. And so much more. She was scared of dying. Was it going to hurt? Would she die peacefully? Or would it be so so very painful. She had seen her mother die when she was only five… it looked painful. The memory brought fresh tars sand a new wave of fear. She didn’t want to die. She wanted to grow up. Experience life. She was so young, and yet she was dying on the side of the street. She didn’t know how long it would take, but she hoped it would be quick, after all the pain wasn’t going away.

This time it wasn’t the mother that had found the girl. it was Jerrome. He was torn when he saw her. He was torn in weather to save her or let her die. But in the end he had. He had carried her home, taking care not to hurt her even more, she was practically unconscious by then. She never made a sound on the walk back to his place. She was silent, like always, she let him take her without a fight, she was dead anyways, she thought as he picked her up, gentle. She had no idea what was going to happen to her next… but she didn’t care anymore, she had given up on life.

Later that day she woke up to find herself clean of blood and mud in a warm bed with the boy beside her, watching over her, he looked worried at first, but then he cleared his face and a warm smiled slide onto his lips. He said some words to her, his eyes looking deep into hers, as though he could read what she thought through her eyes. Soon he walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. Saskia could feel her body sag with relief. Somewhere deep in her heart she knew that she was going to live, and that she might even be happy. The boy looked a bit haunted and pained, but she couldn’t read exactly what was wrong with him, so she turned over and closed her eyes, a rare smile forming on her lips.

Saskia has never spoken a word in her life. Her lips are sealed, but her eyes seem to play the way she feels, revealing to the person how she feels or what she is thinking. She is a very shy girl. She likes to stick to herself, and not be around the public, after all, her childhood before meeting Jerrome was mayhem. She was bashed up every day. Raped a couple time and abused mentally. But she is a strong girl, and she got pas them all. She has taught herself how to distract herself, when one of the horrible memories forces its way into her head. He rarely cries she doesn’t like showing weakness. She feels that if she isn’t strong, how she will make it through the next day. So she keeps her tears to herself, bottled up.

She has a different relationship with Jerrome then she does with the rest of her new family Jerrome understands her. from the moment that she was lying un that bed, she knew that he knew that she was different. Special. She looked at him as a role model, and soon began to realise the pain in his eyes. She learned where it came from. With Jerrome, sometimes gestures can do more than words, she learned. One of her hugs are like a thousand words he had told her, hugging her back. They had a very affectionate relationship, him being the one to do the talking.

Saskia has ink black hair that falls past her shoulders in a sheet. It is as dark as the night sky, with small curls that make it look think, but t has a dull shine to it. a shine that shows her unhealthy side. Her eyes are like brown orbs that tell more about her than any other body part. They are how she communicates, they are her words. They are a dark brown. They are like bark. They can be harsh, but soft as well. She has nice lips that are cracked and dry from lack of food and water. Her face bears many scars from her childhood. Every one of them has a story behind them. stories that she is trying to forget… they don’t make it any easier.

She is very small. She has small legs, arms. She looks like she couldn’t weigh more than 20kg. she has dark skin, hollow and dull, again another sign of her poor eating. She not very well muscled but she’s not a wimp. She has some strength, but she uses it in other ways. She looks small and delicate like she would break if you dropped her. you can count every rib, they stick out of her chest. She is more under fed then the rest of her family. but it’s hidden under the shirt she wears and the pants. They are dull colors, she doesn’t see any reasons to wear colors that would make her stick out… she like to be invisible. Not noticed.