[She gently shakes her head.] I don't know about that. I wasn't a good child. [It shouldn't have happened but it had and Justine is constantly struggling to yearn that love that she'd been denied for so long. At the same time, it isn't something that she's willing to trust because when you trust someone they can tear you apart.]

I was thirteen or fourteen when I started having mood swings and that's when I first tried to run away. I clawed at him- [She gently gathers her fingers together, holding her hands in her lap.] -and I ran. That is when I found it... difficult to be calm.

I still happens but I try to hold it back. Panic makes it worse. They are... voices. Cruel voices. Nothing completely quiets them but distractions help. From there... well. Thomas saved me but I belonged to the Raith family after that. That was five years ago. [She pauses when the waitress brings her wine and waits until the woman leaves before continuing.]

And that's my past.

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