That was the furthest Alessa could recall about her first night in the huge mansion. It was snowing all the same and yet she didn't feel too cold. At least, not to the point where she would've been disturbed by it. Three years seem to pass by quickly. A light breeze caused her to stir a bit, disturbing the hem of her skirt and the locks of black hair framing her face. Soon, she would be resuming school; somewhere fancier this time, unlike the sorry excuse she once attended back in the day.
"Come to think of it, it was much colder back in that house--"
An old memory. From what she can recall though, they weren't much of a family to her. Her father had a difficult temperament making their stay in that old house a waking nightmare every moment. Her little sister--as much as she would've loved to believe they cared for each other, ran away once the opportunity presented itself. Unless--her father had some involvement in it? Did he kill her? She wouldn't know and at this point, she doubts if she will ever find out. And her mother? Her mother--
"Mother..."
Memories of her mother were not there. The face of the woman who supposedly gave her her life failed to register in her memory. What did she look like? Did she bear any resemblance to the daughters she raised? Did she die? Or did she leave? What role did she play in their whole family affair?
A face she can't remember. A woman who was never there. In her real family, there were only three of them. Her, her sister, her father and--nothing. There were no memories to recall. Everything was just a complete blank. Any attempt to remember results to--
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!"
Alessa immediately bolted up screaming from pain and aggravation due to memories she can't seem to recall and faces she can't remember. She bolted upright on the bed, grasping the sides of her head which was still a bit throbbing from some residual pain. The only person sharing that room with her right now is one of her distant relatives...Ender, if she recalls correctly. Hopefully, she wasn't loud enough to disturb the others.
Her new relatives; the people who took her in were much more amiable, as far as she can recall. Although, it also made her feel uncomfortable at times. Feeling indebted to some people causes one to feel a degree of hesitation when asking things and asking for things. Also, this branch of the family was very distant from her own; what other reason could they have for taking her in aside from kindness? So as much as possible, she avoided asking for too much and refrained from causing any trouble for them, even with the most trivial of things.