Third Person's P.O.V.
Patricia yawned and stretched lazily. "I'm going to go for... A walk..." She looked down for a second.
Since Mark and Jack took her in, she had her own room and shit, you know?
"Um, sure." Mark replied with his arm around Jack on the couch, happy that they could have their private time for.... Some inappropriate reasons...
Patricia smiled when she saw that it was lashing rain. She always loved the rain. It reminded her of Ireland...
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"Well... I think that it's time I joined the other brave women in this time of war. What do you think, mam?" Patricia smiled.
Páidraigín looked away. "Aren't you a bit... Young? If it makes you happy, I do not mind you helping." She admitted to her beaming daughter. At the time, Patricia had brown hair and very bright green eyes.
Róisín looked up from her wooden dolls that their father made especially for her. She didn't want to see her older sister get involved in war.
"Patricia... Where are you going?" She asked her older sister innocently, though she already knew...
"I might be gone to... Help our people for a little bit. Worry not. I will return soon." Patricia smiled kindly, bending down to her younger sister.
Róisín was only a year younger than Patricia, but she seemed a lot smaller and looked younger.
Patricia thanked her mother and walked out the door.
... Yet she never knew that it'd be the last time that she'd leave happily...
Róisín ran to her sister's side and opened her umbrella, making room for Patricia.
Róisín had pinkish skin, freckles and big, light green eyes at the time. Her hair was brown and very curly.
She wore a brown dress and light brown shoes. That's the way that the clothing was back then.
"Promise me that you will write to us." Róisín pleaded. "Of course I will." Patricia nodded, before bending down.
"You are a good girl and I want you to take care of the house while I am gone. Stay safe and I love you, sister." Patricia put her hands on Róisín's shoulders and kissed Róisín's forehead.
Róisín nodded, teary eyed. "Sláin go fól. Is aoibhinn liom duit..." Patricia whispered before she finally left...
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Patricia stood at the bus stop, not knowing where the hell she was going, but she didn't care.
A little girl stood beside her. The girl began to notice that Patricia wasn't dressed in clothes that'd protect her from the rain.
She smiled kindly, opened her umbrella and held it over Patricia's head.
Patricia almost gasped upon seeing the girl. She was the splitting image of Róisín. "Oh, um.. Thank you." Patricia said gratefully. "No problem." The girl smiled.
The bus arrived and Patricia got on. She noticed that the other girl wouldn't get on. "Bye.." Patricia sighed, but gasped when she turned around and found nothing...
--- Time Skip ---
Patricia opened the front door to be met with a worried couple. "Where have you been?" Jack asked.
"Hmm, let's see. I was born in Ireland in nineteen two. I travelled to England in nineteen twenty five. I saw Germany in nineteen forty five. I was someplace in America when a plane crashed into a building, making the building fall. I-" Patricia named out before she was interrupted.
"We were worried in case anything happened. You were gone for a long time." Mark crossed his arms.
"I gave you enough time to have sex." Patricia shrugged.
Jack looked at her with wide eyes. "I'm fine." Patricia rolled her eyes and walked inside.
"We were just worried." Mark sighed. "Well you shouldn't be..." Patricia growled, giving him a side glare over her shoulder and closing her room door.
Jack looked at Mark. "Did something happen?" He asked. "She'll be fine. Remember she's a teen." Mark began to walk to the sitting room.
Jack glanced worriedly at the black door before walking over to Mark.
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Dark clouds. Dark days. Dark shadows on the floor where bodies laid.
Dead streets. Dead homes. Dead people scattered everywhere.
Patricia lifted her knife and sighed. It wasn't anything fancy, but her knife could kill.
She gasped when she heard footsteps. They were light, but not light enough.
She readied herself and her knife. "Who is it?" She hissed. A small girl, under the age of six emerged from the shadows.
"Oh, hello. What brings you here?" Patricia smiled kindly and bent down to her level.
"This is my house." The girl croaked sadly, pointing to the dust and rubble before them.
Patricia looked closely and immediately stood in the girls way, so that she wouldn't see a woman's body.
Upon further inspection, Patricia realised that it must've been the girls mother. She had her face.
"Where's ma?" The girl began to whine with teary eyes.
"Shh, sh. Hey listen. I am going to carry you somewhere safe, but promise me that you will not open your eyes." Patricia pleaded, not wanting the girl to see all of the bloody corpses.
"Okay." The girl nodded, wiping her eyes. Patricia knew a friend. Her name was Siobhán.
She was losing time and strength, but Patricia still used them to take the girl to safety.
--- Time Skip ---
Patricia took a long sigh when her friend, Siobhán opened the door. "Please... Can you keep her safe?" Patricia beseeched.
"Of course. Tea?" Siobhán smiled sympathetically. "No, thank you. Maybe this little girl would." Patricia passed.
"Alright. What is your name?" Siobhán bent down to the girl. "I'm Orlaith." Orlaith looked up at Siobhán.
"Well Orlaith. Do you want to stay with me and would you like some tea?" Siobhán asked. "Yes and yes, please." Orlaith smiled slightly.
"I will keep her safe." Siobhán nodded. "Thank you. Here listen, I must go. Goodbye, my friend." Patricia said gratefully and ran back into war.
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Even though she had moved on, memories of the past kept haunting Patricia...