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Ivy was only 16 when she left home. She spent a few years wondering the streets, busking for petty change, pickpocketing, sleeping in parks and nature reserves, carrying only what fit in her pack. Shelters were hardly an option for a woman her age and stature, she had never felt safe there, so she opted to roaming. Things look bleak for her. With Ivy's minimal education, poor school marks, lost personal documents, and no housing, finding a job was almost impossible. Until she wanders into a new town, and comes face to face with a red brick building on the towns edge. "Mother Miranda's Boarding School for Girls". That's where our story starts - at the main door of that boarding school.
Important note: Please read the tags, and try to be nice. This is a vent fic for me so a lot of the stuff happening here, are mirrored personal experiences. I'm not writing this for praise, kudos, or comments - even though they're appreciated. For me, this is simply therapeutic and a good way to work through my personal past in a framework I find comfortable. English isn't my first language and there's no beta-readers, I proof read and try to fix each chapter before posting!
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Jack spent all of her childhood in a small room, only taken out to get experimented on. She felt like the she was alone against the world. To this day, she struggled letting anyone near her. She didn't exactly know a kind touch. All people ever wanted, was to take advantage of her. Jack was so tired of it. She no longer had any reason to trust on anyone. Or rely on anyone. She felt like any real, meaningful relationship was just another dagger, two inches from her skin, and even the smallest thing would plunge that dagger into her. Who could blame her?
Our story starts at Normandy. The collectors are still a looming threat. Jack has just gotten back from the Teltin facility. Shepard, Samara and Jack had taken a small preparation-esque detour, to blow up the old house of horrors. That didn't take away Jack's pain, though. And Samara is acutely aware of this..
//Originally written on Wattpad as I was waiting for my AO3 invite! Moving it here now, as this site is simply better. Still learning how to use it though, so constructive criticism and help is more than welcome!