Mary, Philip, and Molly
Mister Philip is always so nice to me. He always thanks me whenever I bring him his food. I wish Miss Lucia would be that nice to me; I’m not sure why she doesn’t like me. Whenever I show up to her room to help her get ready in the morning, she dismisses me and says she doesn’t need help. I wish she would let me help her, she is so sweet to her older sister, Miss Lydia, that I wish she would let me be her friend, too. I am a little older than her brother, Philip, so I would think she would like me, but nope. She doesn’t know me as well as everyone else, so I guess that is why she doesn’t like me.
When I arrived at the Flynn house Mistress Flynn brought me to the head maid at the time, Melissa, and she got me all cleaned up and into a uniform. I am now the head maid, since I have been here for so much longer than all the other maids. I am not older than most, but I am more experienced with this family. I know that I might have to eventually get a different job if I ever feel the need to, but at this point, I still need to repay the Flynn family for their kindness.
I was only eight years old when the Flynn’s found me and I was so scared that the monsters were going to find me again and take me somewhere else. I never heard anything more from my family and I never heard anything about them from anyone else, so I dropped the thought. I have let them go and I am not going to think about them ever again. No matter how much I loved them and how much they loved me, I cannot forgive them for letting me be taken away. Maybe if they are alive and they have a good reason, maybe, but if they are dead, I don’t think I could. Some might say they died to protect me, but I think they didn’t want to deal with who I am so they died instead of fighting for me.
The monsters were obviously hunting me for a reason, but they also must have had a reason to leave me here. I need to find out more before I can go back to my old home. I don’t know if anyone knows I’m alive and if anyone knows if my family is dead. Our maids always carried our secrets with them and never told anyone about who I am or what has happened to my family, apparently. My parents never had any other children and never had many friends. Both of their parents are dead and neither had any connection with their siblings, so no one would ever know that they are now dead and that I am not. I might try to reach out to one of my aunts or uncles, but I don’t even know if they know I exist. I never met them, but I assume my parents would have told them of me. They told me who they are, that’s all I know of them. Aunt Marge and Uncle Robert who are my father’s sister and brother-in-law and Aunt Joline and Uncle Steve who are also my father’s sister and brother-in-law. And then my mother’s insane list of siblings of which I only remember her brother Joseph and his wife Amanda. I don’t know how I would contact them if I ever wanted to, or how to get to my old house. I am content where I am, though. The Flynns treat me well and never asked any questions, other than if I had a family, to which I answered no. I guess the Flynns are now my family, or at least as close as I am going to get.
I don’t know if Mary is hiding something. She seems too nice for that to actually be her real personality. Mama found her on the street when I was seven and she was eight. We were “friends” for a little bit, but then we grew apart, and to be honest, I don’t mind. She was always trying to get up in my business and trying too hard to be my friend. I don’t trust people who try to force friendship, but over the years I have began to trust her more and not think that she is untrustworthy. She always has my family’s best interest at heart. We have given her everything and she knows that, so she works hard to repay us and give back what we gave her.
Lucia has been acting strange lately and as her older sister, I should ask her about it, but I am not that type of person. If someone has a problem, I leave them be. I don’t like to meddle in other people’s messes. The only person I really talk to is Elizabeth. She is the only one who really understands me. It makes sense, us being twins and all. We don’t look any alike though. I have medium brown hair in comparison to her bright blonde. We both have the russet brown eyes as the rest of our family except for Lucia, she is the only one with Mama’s eyes. Elizabeth and I do look alike, other than our hair, I guess. No one ever mixes us up though, it’s nice for I could never handle confrontation like that. I am not into speaking to people at all or having other people speak to me. Elizabeth does all of it for me anyway.
We have a telepathic pathway so I can tell her what I would say. No one knows this, people just assume it’s some hoax or some weird twin thing when Elizabeth talks for me. I don’t know how it happened or why, but it’s there and we use it. I think Lucia might have something similar. Magic of some sort. She acts like there is something going on with her and she hates her maid, so maybe she has some sixth sense that tells her if someone has something up their sleeve. I don’t trust Mary one bit. I never have. Philip is warming up to her and I feel like maybe I should warn him about her, but he’ll learn eventually.