Sylvie's story

Suprise visit

~Sylvie's point of view~

I'm sitting in my room like I usually do. Being it's Saturday I don't leave my room. I bob my head to the music as I remember the dances my father and I would do. Didn't matter where we were. Being it the kitchen the living room even the front yard. We've had neighbors yell at us to go inside and my father would simply ask them to join us as if it was nothing. "I miss you dad" a tear crawls down my cheek though I'm smiling at the memory. 'i miss you too my little siren'  I can almost hear my dad say. Little siren was his name for me. He said I'd grow up to be a beauty like my mom and have boys begging for me. Wouldn't he be surprised at how wrong his prediction was. The only part he had right was girls not wanting to talk to me, but his was because they would be jealous. I'm looked down on having no father, being a mute, having no clear female attributes. The list goes on. I don't tell my mom since she has enough to worry about paying for me to go to school, the house, and other necessities.

I feel like a bother to my mother. She's told me countless times she doesn't blame me for what happened but I can't help but feel guilty. I mean I'm a seventeen years old, no job, no plans of a future, no car, no friends, a school record a mile long of just some of the things I've done. Not long after my father left I thought of joining him. My mom always stopping me, holding me close and saying she can't lose me too.

~Sylvie's mom's point of view~

Just another typical Saturday. Sylvie in her room remembering her father and refusing to eat or do anything for that matter. That's why it surprises me when I hear the doorbell, a few pounds on the door, and two girls. One yelling the other trying to quiet the yelling one. I open the door to find a black haired girl with purplish blue eyes and a blond girl with blue eyes, both girls looking two years older then sylvie. "We are here to see Sylvie? Is it ok if she comes with us?" The blond chirps. I look at the two shocked "you mean Sylvie has made friends after all these years" I lay a hand on my chest thinking someone has finally broken through to her. The blond starts playing with her fingers. "Not exactly you see-" before the blond can continue her partner speaks up. "The bitch barely looks at us let alone talks" I sigh having gotten used to my own daughter's now cold personality. "Kyra that's rude!" The blond says as she hits the girl I presume to be called kyra. "Sylvie dear you have two guests" I shout back into the house. I get the response of the creaking of her mattress, the music being turned up, then finally the mattresses creaking once more. "Sorry girls. Sylvie hasn't been the same since her father passed away. Don't take it personally" I try and offer to the girls. The calendar catches my eye. "Five years" I mumble. "What about five years?" The blond asks.

~kari's point of view~

So kyra and I decided to try and talk to the new girl outside of school. We discovered her name is Sylvie. We are greeted at the door by a woman that looks about to be in her late thirties early forties but looks a lot like Sylvie. After some talking she sees to zone out on something by the door mumbling "five years".  Being curious I ask "what about five years?" She snaps back and seems really flustered. Kyra and I look at each other then back at the woman. "Did something happen five years ago?" I cautiously ask. The woman seems to be holding back tears. "Sylvie will tell you if and when she feels ready to" she says before closing the door on us. "Well I know where the little bitch gets her bitchness from" kyra huffs. I feel like I'm so close to an answer but why can't I reach it?