~Seperation~
Isis P.O.V.
I woke up that morning,reluctantly,and opened my eyes.
I love the fall!
There's always a breeze blowing past,with leaves being gusted along with sky is a comfortable grey and the tre's are there is no big ss sun to blind you awake each morning .
I dragged my body out of bed with my eyes still closed and then the alarm clock blared flashing '5: a.m.' and playing My Chemical Romance's 'Give em' hell kid'.I swayed my hips to the music and was a yawn heard along with a couple of profanities before the music abruptly stopped.
"Jeez! You gonna tape those things down or am I gonna have to stare at that all day?", said my groggy voiced foster sister. She always had such a smart mouth!
"Why don't you get your lazy butt outta bed and go somewhere then?",I retorted.
"Well maybe, Im sure that I dont want to live at Hooters."
I rolled my eyes and slumped into my bathroom.I looked into the mirror and my attention,as usuall, went straight up to my hair.
I dont know anyone who has a bed head worse then 's madwoman bed head didnt compare to myBride Of Frankenstein look. I drew my attention away from the mirror and proceeded with my daily routine. I showered,brushed my teeth,and battled my hair for a resonably simple demand.
In the end though it looked great and Idraped some of my short,onyx hair over my right eye-smooothing the back to the nape of my neck and fluffing my main bangs out.
I dressed in torn,black skinnies,ablack shirt that stopped at my mid-upper arm,and a corsett tied with red,silk lace.I also added a frilly choker,some black andred bands,a pair of silver and garnet pendulum of doom earrings,black,neon red rimmed combat boots,and a thick,chainlink belt.
Then i smeared some eyeliner under my eyes and some blackcherry chapstick. just then, Leah came out of her bathroom in a similar,but more wildfasion.
She wore her hair in high,shaggy, pigtails that were tied with hot pink ribbons-matching her hot pink eyeshadow and lipgloss that accompanied the usuall bubbly persona that was hers. se had dressed in a pink, baggy turtleneck with too-long sleeves,a plaid and black miniskirt witha bunch of pale pink lace underneath,black leggings,black and pink hightops,a studded belt and a broken heart necklace.
I noticed that she was also sporting MY fingerless gloves and silver handcuff earrings.
We both stood(well, I stood and she posed) in front of the could clearly tell that we were not related.
She was a Latina, tan-skinned, bilingual, petite,5'2, curlyhaired 15 year old who loved pink.
I was a brownish redskinned, 5'5, multicultural, tall, short/straight haired newly turned 15 year old who hated pink with a passion.
Leah was wild, loud, energetic, and full of hidden wisdom but on the other hand-Im calm, quiet, insightful, eager to learn and different and yet so much like her all the same.
We took one last look at ourselves in the mirror and began leaving our had aready went downstairs but I lingered in the door eyes trailed off toward the nightstand between my and Leah's , sat a picture of me,Leah,and our now-if he is still alive, 25 year old brother Kevin(but in the picture he is 15).
Tears started to spill over but I hastilly blinked them away.
Kevin was sent away 8 years ago to and I miss him terribly but no matter who we asked, no one evre knew what had become of him.
He had vanished without a trace.I knew that thinking about this anymore would just send me into spiraling depression,so I just left.
I flew down the stairs when i heard the school buse's horn.
I grabbed my jacket, scarf, and was already waiting by the door and as I started down the front walk I called over my shoulder,
"Bye, Helen!"
"Shut the hell up!", she snapped.
"Sorry.," I mumbled.
"Yeah, just get out and dont die today.",she drawled half heartedly.
I gently closed the door and bit my lip to hold back the profanities about to fly out of my mouth. Leah looked at me with sympathetic eyes to reassure me. Helen had a hangover and was our foster mom; she was such a bitch!
Leah and I avoided her as much as possible, but when we had to be around her, she always had some cruel thing to say.
She was the one who sent Kevin away because had stuck up for Leah and I when Helen came back from a drinking and began cursing at our 7 year old selves with every curse word known to man!
Kevin had pushed her aside and told her not to ever talk to us that way but she called him a stubborn jackass. After that little crack, he wouldn't let her near us and then she swung at him with a left hook. He moved us and himself out of the way and she hit the wall a terrible collision and a shaky ascendance, she called some foreign agency.
We all feared that she would send us there but what she said was,
"Pick up the boy!"
Our eyes widened as we realized that our worst fears was becoming a reality-she was going to send away our protector and father figure!
Kevin hugged us tightly and refused to let us go even as the sun departed and the night became a necessity.
We cried while Kevin wore a grave mask of pain and anguish.
Helen saw us all huddled up on the floor in the corner of the living room-she just cursed us all once more and trudged up the steps holding her battered fist in her other hand.
We all sat in a heap on the floor, together, and Kevin tried to console Leah and I by whispering condolences and rubbing our backs but we knew he was just being brave for of us. None of us dared to sleep.
That morning we had stopped crying with the realization that we couldn't stop this from happening, our brother was leaving, and we may never see him again!
The doorbell chimed, breaking the rooms' seemingly eternal tension. He sighed and rose up to the door! NO! NO!"
Leah and I grabbed his arms in a futile attempt to pull him away from the door, for we all knew what lurked behind fell to her knees and sobbed over and over again,
"Please! Why do you have to go? You cant leave!"
He briskly pulled away from us and began walking again.
I wasn't giving up yet!
I rushed at him and threw my arms around his waist-burying my face in his stomach.
I felt him sigh and shift a little and then bring me around in front him. He picked me up and then Leah in his arms and rocked us on his biceps like babies. I hugged him tightly around his neck as he looked down at the floor as if shameful. I put my small hand on his cheek and he looked up at me- he looked tortured inside.
"Please...don't leave." I whispered almost inaudibly in my soprano voice.
"Don't leave us with...leave us alone with..."a sob broke out on my last word.
I stared into his eyes trying to get him to see my urgency within my heart.
The door bell rang again, impatiently.
He looked at Leah and then back at me with wild, panicked eyes.
Leah finally got herself together enough to say,
"We love you."
This brought him to tears but as his eyes ran with his pain.
His face showed nothing but cold emotion after his tears suddenly ceased..
"I love you guys too", he began, "But I am not wanted here I promise you this...I will be back for you twand any I will always protect you..."
His words held so much power that my nerves wracked with their intensity.
"Never... forget that." he finished.
The doorbell rang twice impatiently and loud, booted feet were heard walking down the drive.
He finally, reluctantly, set us down gently and placed a kiss on each of our foreheads.
With that, he walked briskly out of our hellhole-right into hell itself!
We watched him get into a black Lincoln and be driven away until the car was out of sight. Leah began to shake furiously with the abandonment that we both felt. She hugged me tightly as we sank to the floor and let our sobs be.
She whispered, "We're all we've got now."
She wasn't lying either.
That was 8 years ago and we still depend on each other for everything.
Helen is too lazy to get up off her lazy, selfish ass, so we have to provide for ourselves money our birth parents left us(that Helen hadn't spent yet), welfare, (wasn't enough to cover our living expenses) and so after we turned 13, we each got a part time job.
Leah was a Quechua and Spanish linguistic/art instructor.
I worked part-time at as a pediatric counselor at the hospital and at the kitchen at the retirement home. Our money combined, we had enough to get by, but that wasn't our problem right then...
The bus had arrived.
I climbed the hard metal stairs of the school bus and walked to a mid-rear seat.
I sat down with Leah right beside me. I put in my head phones, then commenced my staring out the window at the barely rising sun against the grayish-purple hue.
The sky and 9:02 a.m. just seemed to go together so well!
I leaned my head against the glass barrier as Trivium's "Like light to the flies" blared in my ears.
Just as I was about to blink-a black and white object flashed across the horizon, laying strobe behind it.
"What the hell?"
'I was just a really large, fast bird. I bet this is going to affect me somehow later...Whatever!, I thought passively.(sp?)
I refocused my attention on my Ipod and sang along to the chorus in my head I stroked the silver skin with my index finger and thought about that flash.
(Ok! It is going to get even better that this as Isis figures out what that silver lash was but the only way your going to know is if you stay tuned! Rates and comments are not prohibited!)