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The girl laid on the cold floor, forgotten by her sisters and hated by her mentors. The girl had a name, a pretty one, Elizaveta, yet she felt unknown, forgotten, meaningless. She knew at this point that this will be her end. That she will meet her end here. Alone, abandoned, that she’ll be just as nameless like all the other thousands of girls that died in this place. The blood covering her body left no doubts about how very little time was left. Each time her body was giving out, losing consciousness the flashbacks of her life would replay in front of her eyes. Each time she hoped that it would be it, that she’ll pass, yet she still lasted. Starving, cold, exhausted, in pain so intense that she couldn’t move an inch.
She didn’t cry. She wouldn’t know if she did. Her brain stopped responding to reality a few hours ago, all it showed her was her past. With them. Yelena and Natasha. Her sisters. Her older sisters, her quiet support in the Red Room. The ones that left her behind. Both of them. But Elizaveta couldn't feel angry now. She didn’t feel emotions at this point. She didn’t even process the memories that she saw each time she closed her eyes. Or maybe she didn’t need to close her eyes to see them. Maybe the starvation and blood loss was finally killing her? Maybe she will be able to just go? Maybe, finally.
Then she saw them, yet again. But this time was different, more blurry, more distant, as if it was fading away, as if she was fading…
It was a memory of the start. Of how she got to the Red Room in the first place. It was chaotic, she didn’t know what was happening, why she was where she was. She was way too young to understand it back then, after all she was barely four. But she knew one thing, she saw her sister again. The one that was kidnapped, taken away from her before Liza could actually remember she had one. But she didn’t need to remember about Yelena, her mother made sure she knew about her anyway. Talked about Yelena, searched for her, watched the pictures of her baby girl over and over again. Until one day it happened. They met Yelena again. That was the same day Liza and Natasha met, but also the day Elizaveta was taken and her mother wiped away from the face of the earth.
She didn’t even end the memory when it all went black. Her heart stopped, her lungs gave out, her body went still for forever.
Goodbye Liza, once remembered and cherished.