Bus Money // Troublemaker!Bench Trio // DSMP

16. Sylvia, You are a Fugitive!

This chapter is very poetic lmao

TWs : unknowingly deadnaming, self-misgendering, fighting, screaming, cursing, panic attack, mentions of past s3xual assault, mentions of church

[Rylan's POV]

     Eret was nice. He seems chill, and hes respectful. From what i learned his house is a safe place for kids with troubled families. Thats cool.

     An hour, or two, had gone by when there was a knock on the door, "I'll get it," Eret said while standing up. I stared down at the bowl of crackers Eret gave me, I haven't eaten them yet. Not feeling hungry.

     Eret came back with a person who... I'm almost positive that I knew. "We've got another joining this party," Eret grinned, "this is Ivory."

     I felt myself spiral back to memories that I didn't want to remember, I knew this person thats for sure. I haven't seen them since I ran away... god please don't say this is truly who I think it is. 

     "Ivory?"

     The newcomer looked at me, "Yeah.. do I know you?"

     "You used too," I stood up and hesitated, taking off the accsessories that covered my scar littered face.

     They studied my face, looked me up and down. Eyes wide, Ivory spoke softly, "Sylvia..?"

     "Your best older sister ever.." I sadly smiled, cringing at the unknowingly deadnaming and self-misgendering.

     Ivory looked me up and down again, she ran up to me and wrapped her arms around my torso. I awkwardly patted her back. Touch, icky.

     Ivory released from the hug, she looked at Eret, then Toby and Toms, "Could you three step outside for a moment." Toby and Tommy looked at each other, but agreed silently. The three stepped outside as awkward silence filled the air.

     A felt a sharp push against me, "What the hell, you left me alone with those shitbags we have to call parents!" "What-?"

     "You know what! You fucking ran away and left me behind!," she screamed at me. Ah shit. I took a deep breath, "For your information, i asked you if you wanted to run away with me, and you said no. Dont use false details to accuse me," I snapped. "No you didn't, you didn't even say good bye!"

     "Dont even, i tried to get you to come with me! But you said no! And i respected that as much as I could," I yelled, the feeling of rage starting to take over. "Bullshit, Sylvia," surprisingly, im quite good at reading people, and I could tell Ivory knew I was right, but she didn't want to admit it, "you only cared about yourself, and probably still do! You got all the attention from Mom and Dad but I got nothing!" 

     "YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW THE FULL STORY, YOU PRICK! THE SO CALLED ATTENTION I GOT," I heard a door open, "WAS GETTING LOCKED IN CLOSETS AND GETTING ASSALTED BY THE PREACHER TO WIPE THE SIN AWAY CAUSE MY DUMBASS BRAIN CANT THINK THE SAME OF THE FUCKING BODY I GOT!" Ivory raised a hand and sharply smacked my face, she started yelling. There was other voices and bodies surrounding us. 

This is all to much. 

I cant see straight. 

Its hard to breath. 

Theres a ringing in my ear.

Nothing is clear.

My chest feels tight,

I see bright lights,

Am i dying? Is this the End?

I don't think thats right.

"One"

One, I repeat.

"Two"

Two, i repeat.

"Three"

Three, i repeat.

"Four"

Four, i repeat.

"Five"

Five? I question, but still repeat.

After Seven,

My vision is no longer blurred.

My breathing regulates.

The ringing disappears.

Things seem a bit more clear.

My chests releases.

Bright lights oliberate.

If this is not death, then this is the afterlife,

Of a place that i know,

An out of control panic attack.

Im a poetry nerd lmfaooooooooo enjoy