Floral And Fading // Sequel to Choices

PROLOGUE.

I had never asked for it, you know? The pressure of being born into a family of amazing musicians and only a few months after the death of who would have been my older sister.

I didn't know much of the story when I was younger, I just knew someone named Emmerice was taken "home" too early so they had room for me.

I learned the true story when I was 6. My dad had been drunk, my mom off on a business trip. I went downstairs with one of Emmerice's old things, an old hoodie. I had hugged him, telling him I love him, and that Emmerice did too.

"She misses all of us, daddy"

He eyes held sorrow. He stared at me in a harsh glare, it scared me. He motioned me to walk towards him.

I did as told and sat in front of him on the floor.

I could smell the alcohol on his breath, it was familiar at that point to me.

"Si," he said, grabbing onto one of my tiny hands.

"You know how we said Emmie went home to make room for you?"

I nodded my head, my eyes starting to water.

"Honey, Emmie died."

I burst into tears then, running out of the room and up to my own. I wouldn't talk to anyone besides my uncle Tony for the next two weeks.

When I hit thirteen, the beginning of my scene-ish phase, all sharp objects around the house were hidden away and someone had eyes on me almost 24/7. They were scared of a repeat happening. On my 14th birthday, they eased up, watching me less and less. Until at one point, almost everyone just avoided me.

My dad had stopped really paying too much attention to me when I turned 12, my mom told me I looked a lot like her, which I suppose was true for a while. My mom also started to go away on business more frequently.

My dad and his band had "broken up" right before my 15th birthday. A lot of people were upset, including my friend group, all of which had come to my house and met them all multiple times. Some of my online friends had been upset enough that they threatened to hurt themselves. I helped them to not do any of that but I also knew my dad wasn't in the best place mentally, especially with all of the stuff about Emmerice re-surfacing online.

Speaking of which, I had received a lot of hate, death threats, etc. online and a lot of people liked to compare me to my dead older sister, especially recently, though from what I've heard and scene, she passed when she was only 14.

Not only was I receiving hate online, I had my fair share of typical high school bullies.

I never really understood what it was that people found so wrong with me, it wasn't like I asked for any of this to happen. 

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"BOOWHO, YOU WHORE"

"Wessner, uncalled for. Siren, that was lovely, Ana, you're up"

Siren Fuentes made her way back to her seat, a small wad of paper thrown at her head as she sat. She glared over at the thrower, catching the olive eyes of Brandon Wessner, possibly the most annoying kid in the whole class. Also, her best friend.

She unwadded the paper to see a stick drawing of the teacher dead on the ground. She let out a quiet laugh and shook her head, crimpling the paper back up and throwing it back.

She pressed back against her seat and studied a strand of bright red hair closely, silently waiting for the bell to ring.

Brandon sure was a dick sometimes. Hell, a lot of people were. There wasn't anyway any of that was going to change, anyways.

The bell rang out, signaling the end of the day. Siren yawned as she stood from her seat and stretched, gathering her things and swinging her bag onto her shoulder. She pulled her phone and earbuds out of her hoodie pocket, sticking the ear buds in her ears and unpausing her music, restarting Boy Divison by MCR.

A lot of people kind of made fun of her for liking "old" music but she really didn't care.

She stalked down the halls with her head down, trying not to pay attention to the whispers of everyone around her.

I can't believe she wouldn't just dye her hair, I mean to keep it red like that? Is she trying to be Emmie?

I don't think she really understands how hard it was for my mom to hear about Emmie's death, and then learn some loser is Emmie's replacement?

That was another thing. It had never been taken public that Siren exsisted for almost 13 years. People still talked about it. A lot of people believed she was adopted and some still do.

And going to the school that had her dad  and uncle's photod up in the hall, celebrating their success that was Pierce The Veil? People talked.

Siren sighed in relief when she saw her mother's car. She really did not want to take the bus home. Not after the day she just had.

As she got closer to the car, the sudden realisation hit her. It was not her mother's car, as she had hope. It was the same type of car, but the driver was her new math teacher's.

She turned around and headed to the busses, huffing and letting her hair fall away from her eyes.

Maybe she should dye it again, maybe then people would stop comparing her to her dead sister.

yeah right, in your dreams, mermaid.

She boarded the bus then, taking a seat in the way back, turning her music up to full blast, and staring out at the window.

anything to prolong the wait to hell