RP starters - Pain of Salvations Lyrics version

       She knew he was lying, but Monet certainly couldn’t blame him. He didn’t want to worry her, nor to upset her, but there was no way she could simply ignore what she was seeing.
The bruises forming on his skin, the blood, the smile that wanted to say that everything was alright, but Monet knew it wasn’t. 

At the beginning it had been their father, forever blaming Barto for their mother’s death, always treating them like shit, until the point of physical abuse. As the pastor of a very religious village he was the most important and powerful man there. It didn’t take much effort for their father to make every single man, woman or child in town to hate them, and that was exactly what he did.

The result? It was obvious. People never treated her decently, independently of how polite she was, but at least it wasn’t as bad as what they did to Barto. He was considered a devil in that town, and people’s favourite passtime seemed to be to beat him, and Monet had certainly had enough.

— ❝ No.❞ 

Her voice was soft, yet serious.

— ❝ I’ll go this time.❞ 

            At least people in town didn’t hurt her. They just insulted her so far. For now.