Psycho Sawyer (MANxMAN)

Chapter Fourteen

Sawyer's POV:

"Sister...?" I fell into the embrace of the leather chair. He laughed bitterly from where he stood, towering over me. I looked down into the palm of my hands. How could I forget?

I felt my very being crash to the floor. Moira... Moira River-stone. My sister? She, she was the crazy one. Out of all of us, she was mad.

23 years ago:

"Mama, where is Moira going? Will she be gone forever?" I cried, reaching my arms up to mother. She curled her lip up at me and pushed my hands away.

"She's not going anywhere forever, Sawyer, she'll be back later..." I turned away from mother and stared out the window to see my older sister, Moira, stood by the fountain in the driveway. A black car was parked beside my father's and Moria was crying.

Her dark, dark naturally red hair fell in perfect curls down to her shoulders. I couldn't see her big bright brown eyes with her face scrunched up like that. I hated it.

Father placed her within the black car.

I jumped up from my cross-legged position, pumping my small legs as fast as they could go. I attempted to chase after her, stopping her from leaving. I cried out her name as the gravel crunched beneath the tyres of the car.

"Boy! What are you doing?" I stopped my running abruptly only to fall face first into the cream coloured gravel. Tears fell the ground as I stare at my cut knees. "Daddy! Daddy it hurts!" He raised an eyebrow before walking away, leaving me alone again.

**

I waited exactly seven days for Moira to come home, trying very hard not to leave my room.

Apart from everyday because I got hungry.

Finally Moira came back. I ran to her, and she swooped me up into her arms a large grin on her face. My parents never came to her, so we both travelled up the spiral staircase to her bedroom that had been left untouched. Her 10 year old legs could travel faster than my little 4 year old legs, much to my dismay.

She carefully closed the door behind me and gestured to the bed. "Sawyer. My sweet lovely Sawyer... We can't play games anymore. Remember those secrets I told you?" I nodded my head quickly.

Secrets.

"The one where you killed that cat. And then our dog." She nodded solemnly.

"And the games we play...remember?" I nodded, lifting my shirt up swiftly, revealing the small scars and burn marks left behind from our games.

"We can't do that anymore. The doctor says I have to try to get better Sawyer. But to do that I have to stop playing games and keeping secrets. Do you understand?" I nodded frowning.

"Good. Now go get me a box of matches." I scowled.

"I thought you said-"

"No sawyer. They don't know anything. I'm fine, right sawyer?" I smiled and giggled happily.

"You're fine!" She smiled, closing her eyes.

"Good boy."

**
I laid in my small bed, staring up at the roof. I had missed my sister greatly. Obviously our games hurt, but she said it was the only way to get the voices out of her head. She said it helped, and that's what I wanted. I wanted her to be helped.

I smiled, rolling over to my side to stare into nothingness.

Alone.