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'if only you knew what goes on in my mind.'
in my mind. lyn lapid
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one. before.

Black and white Converse patted against the busted up concrete, tracing after a pair of docs that happened to be owned by the brother of the converse's owner.

"Asher? Where are you taking me?" A shaky voice mumbled, teeth chattering from the chilly weather.

No response. Just more walking.

Dark, dirty blonde hair, that was held down by a torn up cap, blew off the shoulders of the visibly disturbed girl. "Asher. You're scaring me. Tell me where were going!" She stopped her movements, her arms wrapped around her body.

The older boy sighed, stopping where he stood. The blue sky of early night filled the sky, light fog whisked around and above. "Where are any of us going, Sydney?" His monotone voice didn't calm his sister's nerves not one bit.

"Tell me you're joking." Sydney laughed out airy, hoping to weaken the tension. "Can we please go home? It's getting late."

"No." He said coldly, not turning to look at the younger girl. The hood of his grey pullover was pulled over his head, covering his dark brown hair.

"Then tell me why the fuck not!"

"I see things, Syd!" Asher finally turned around, "And they talk to me! Tell me to hurt myself! And I feel like I'm going insane!"

"Do you?" "What?" "Do you hurt yourself?" Sydney wanted nothing more than to help her brother and talk to him, but she knew it was too late for that.

"So what if I do? I'm gonna die anyway!" His voice strained as he yelled, tears welling up in the corners of his brown eyes. "I'm fighting for my life, every night! It doesn't even seem real!"

"What are you talking about?" Asher went silent, he turned around and started walking again. "Asher?" Sydney went to chase after him, but stopped her tracks when a gunshot sounded and the male fell to the ground.

"Asher!"

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"Sydney...sweetie?" A light knock was planted on the bedroom door of the dark room. "You have to get up at some point." The soft voice of Natasha, the mother of the two, spoke to get no response and left the room, leaving the door cracked slightly.

The young girl, curled up in a ball, laid on her unmade bed. Soft, quiet cries echoed around the room. Tears rolled down Sydneys face, dampening her pillowcase to have a tear stain puddle.

The door creaked open, showing a small orange cat. The cat leaped onto the bed, curling into a ball, in the arms of his owner. "Hey, Roxy." Syd croaked out, holding the cat close.

" Syd croaked out, holding the cat close

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