Second Year

lost it to trying

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Lost It To Trying

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Skye

I'm woken out of my sleep by a hand shaking my shoulder, which I push away roughly.

"Skye, c'mon, don't be wasting your day in bed. The merries are here, we're all going down.", I hear Billy say. I simply turn away from him.

"Skye. Come on. There's no point in staying in bed. I get you're upset about Sam leaving, but life goes on. She'll be back next weekend, and she won't be happy to hear you just slept all day for your last few days of summer."

I sit up. "Billy, how would you feel if you couldn't see Faye every day?"

He laughs. "I'd be kinda happy. That woman's annoying."

"Yeah. Well, I would've said that last year about Sam. Let me just say, it fucking sucks when the only one who's been by your side since the day you were born can't be around anymore. When she comes home, she'll have homework or study and she'll be tired. If she has time off, she'll have her mentally stable friends and her fiancé. Don't you see, Bil? It's all over for me. What's the point? I'm useless."

"Skye, this is Sam we're talking about. Ye are really close. Even siblings not even half as close stay close until they die. And if you were just going to be thrown to the side, do you really think she would've been texting me every 2 hours yesterday asking me to make sure you were ok? That she would've been crying in the bathroom of her dorm last night at 1am on the phone me because she misses you so much? If that's the girl who's going to discard you now she's in college, it's a miracle that the man in the sky is still putting up with me. Now, get up and come down to the merries. We're not letting you sit around and get yourself depressed."

I roll my eyes. "Shit's already happening, a few rounds on the terminator isn't going to do shit. Just do yourself a favour and get out, please? Have fun."

Billy scoffs. "Skye, we're so sorry we don't want you to waste away and drown in your own feelings."

"That's all I've been doing all fucking summer anyway. One more day of it won't hurt anyone."

"Actually, yes, it will. Just, come on. One day at the merries won't hurt either. Ca said you loved them."

"I also love my bed, tears and Mr Loverman by Ricky Montgomery. Get the vibe?"

Billy sighs. "I'll give you a few more minutes and let yourself get ready. We miss you, Skye. And you know, Sam would love a few photos of you being happy and shit."

"How can I take photos of myself being happy if I'm not fucking happy, dipshit?"

Billy stands up surprisingly straight for him, his arm crossed with his tongue making a mark in his cheek.

"You think you're the only one who's unhappy, Skye? You really think that? That you're so mysterious and sad and you're the only one who feels that way?"

I stare at him. "Bil-"

He releases an angry sigh, before lifting up his arm to reveal 4 fresh scars across his arm. I freeze.