Laveen made a face as she shook her head at him. â€œYes I am. Who are you?â€ He demanded. Looking curious but then masking it because he didnâ€™t know why she was in here. He looked to the wall. â€œMother told me about it. She told Clairice but she is gone.â€ he said softly. â€œI was little when mother told Clairice about the secret passageway in the mansion.â€ His eyes filled with panic when she put the book so far away. â€œNO! Not so far away! Bring it closer!â€ he said. Sure he was sounded bratty but that was how he stayed sane. It was all he had to do was read that book. He moved his hand which quivered like a leaf in hurricane winds. Trying to reach the book but his arm fell right back onto the bed. Making him whimper in frustration and sorrow. Her sister told her these things. Wait! Was she Clairiceâ€™s sister. â€œSo you are the one Clairice wanted to bring?â€ He said. Rather just realizing this fact. His eyes went angry.<br/><br/>â€œShe abandoned me. Least they said she did. She never tries to see me anymore.â€ He said. Tears trailing down his cheeks. â€œShe left me all alone with those apefaces who donâ€™t let me do anything. Richard is always putting me down.â€ He said. Sniffling as tried to fight the tears. â€œClairice was my only friend and no I have no one.â€ He blinked a bit. â€œI was little. She would come see me. She would tell me stories and teach me things to make me smarter. Little by little I felt a tiny bit stronger. When she was spending time with me and treating me like I was normal I had started to be able to sit up. then she went away and I got weaker again.â€ He said in a soft voice. Then looked at her. â€œSpend time with me.â€ he said in a demanding way. Not used to asking for anything. Used to having to demand and be bratty or spoiled to get what he wanted.