Cosette Fauchelevent

Cosette had never really remembered much about her early childhood. She knew that before her father came to take her away from all of it there had been a time when she went about in a constant state of lonely, terrified despair. That was all it had been to her, though: a dark and suffocating haze, like being trapped in a dark room full of ominous noises until all of a sudden someone came along, opened the door, and pulled her out before her eyes had time to adjust to the brightness and she could look back to see where she'd been.

This morning, when the chime of an incoming text message woke her and she sat up in bed to grab her phone and read the 'good morning' message from her father, she was a little confused, and much more uncomfortably aware of memories that she hadn't had before.

She'd never wanted to imagine what life would be like if Father hadn't found her, but she didn't have a choice about it now. ( Cut for some mention of child abuse and neglect. )

That was a lot to think about, so once she'd gotten up, made her bed, and dressed for the day Cosette curled back up on her bed with a book that she wasn't really reading, only leafing through idly every now and then when she wasn't staring out the window, lost in an uncharacteristically moody silence.

[OOC: Closed door, open post, subject to some SP . . .]