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Pink light bleeds across June’s tiny room. Ribbons hang from every corner, stuffed animals smile with missing eyes. She sits on the bed, writing in her notebook.
She looks up, voice sweet, fragile:
“Don’t worry. You’re mine now. You won’t ever leave.”
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April was in at the Dining Hall as she looks around and sees her little sister June who was also on this school the only thing she thought was “What the hell is she doing here?” She walks her way to June and crossed her arms annoyed.
“June is who let you inside? You know this place can be dangerous….” April said to her sister not very happy cause she knows what’s going on and knows her sister is not safe here.
June was instead was very happy to see her sister “April, Hey! I was looking for you i asked mum to visit you on this school. I got also this nice outfit!” She said happy with a big smile on her lips “Do you like it?” She asked April showing her outfit.
April raise a brow. “No not really i can’t believe mum let you inside this….circus game. Don’t you even see the badges some people here have on their shirts? what does your badge even mean.? I mean your fuckin pink like no one here.” April sighs.
“Olivier told me that Pink stands for special! And that i am the only one who wears pink! He said that if i wear pink people who see me as special then what i am really are!” June said happy with pride and her soft voice kinda psycho. “I just got a lot of eyes looking at me nothing more”
April rolls her eyes “I gonna talk with Mum about this. This is not gonna happen right here not right now.” As June grabs April hand “No! I Asked her to stay on this school so i could see you and not seeing you for a whole year!” She said with a frown on her lips “Please April!” She begged
April snatched her hand free “Fine! Whateveh if you get into fukin big trouble i won’t help you out and you have to find out for yourself i aint helping you with you shit i got my own fucking shit got it?”
June nods “Yes April…..” As June watches April walk off And June just looks around not knowing what to do now if she should go after April or go to her Mother. But one thing is clear Olivier saw everything.
June sits cross-legged on the floor of her room, a cracked hand mirror in front of her. The candlelight flickers, throwing her reflection into strange shapes.
June (softly):
“Do you think he saw me today?” She smiles faintly at the rabbit sitting beside her. “Constantijn must’ve seen me. He looked right at me.”
Her smile widens as she traces her lips with her finger.
“He smiled back. I know he did. He loves me. He just doesn’t know it yet.”
She presses her cheek to the mirror, eyes dreamy.
“One day he’ll see me the way I see him. One day he’ll choose me. And then no one — not April, not Olivia, not anyone — will take him away.”
The bedroom is lit only by flickering candles, their wax dripping like blood across the desk. June sits with her knees tucked beneath her, pink ribbons trailing across her frilly dress. Her stuffed rabbit, one-eyed and threadbare, leans against her arm as though it too listens.
Her quill scratches across yellowed pages, every word a whisper she cannot keep inside her head.
“Dear Constantijn,” she breathes, eyes shining. “You don’t know it yet, but you’re already mine. I’ll make sure you never forget it. I’ll make sure no one takes you away.”
She pauses, biting her lip until crimson stains her teeth. Then she presses a kiss to the page, smudging her lipstick across the words until they bleed.
Her laugh is soft. Too soft. The kind of sound that lingers long after the candles die.
In the abandoned ward, June rocks on a broken bed, ribbons tied to the frame. She whispers to her rabbit, voice sugar-sweet.
“Constantijn will never leave me. He’s my Daddy. My one and only. April can sneer, Mum can scold… but he’s mine. Forever.”
Her laugh is soft, then sharp, echoing down the dark halls.
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June’s room glows pink, stuffed animals piled high. April kicks at the carpet, rolling her eyes.
“You think Constantijn loves you?” April scoffs.
June hugs her rabbit tighter, eyes burning.
“He does. He’s mine. You wouldn’t understand, you’re too busy hating everyone.”
April exhales smoke, smirking.
“Maybe. But at least I don’t lose myself in bloody fairy tales.”
The swings creak in the wind, chains groaning as if the ghosts of children still played here. Moonlight spills across rusted metal, painting the playground in silver decay.
June sits on one of the swings, her frilly pink dress glowing faintly against the night. Her stuffed rabbit dangles from one hand, its single glass eye catching the light. She hums softly, the tune sweet… but her smile is sharp.
She whispers to the rabbit as though it’s listening:
“Constantijn will always choose me. He has to. I’ll be his good girl, his only girl. No one else matters. Not April. Not Mummy. Just me.”
Her laughter breaks the stillness, high and innocent — until it twists into something darker. The playground creaks louder, as if even the City shudders at her obsession.
June’s room glows soft pink, ribbons tied neatly across the walls, stuffed animals watching from every corner. She sits on her bed, notebook hugged tight to her chest, eyes dreamy as she whispers about Constantijn.
April slams the door open, cigarette smoke trailing behind her.
“Bloody hell, June. Again? Constantijn? He’s poison. He’s using you.”
June shakes her head, clutching her notebook tighter, voice trembling but stubborn.
“You don’t understand, April. He makes me feel safe. Like I belong. He’s my Daddy type. He loves me.”
April scoffs, pacing the room, boots crunching over ribbons on the floor.
“Safe? Love? He’s nothin’ but trouble. I’d rather see you single forever than chained to some posh snake who’s already tangled with Olivier.”
June’s eyes flash, her voice rising, sharper than her usual sweetness.
“You don’t get to choose for me! I’m not your little sister anymore. He’s mine. And I won’t let you take him away.”
The tension hangs thick in the room, pink ribbons fluttering as though even the walls can’t bear the fight.
