Authors Notes: FINALLY! That's all I can say.
Dreams and A Rude Awakening
That night, for some reason or another Katie found herself completely wiped out. A vivid dream played in her mind like a black and white movie.
It was the end of her fourth year, and Emma Bell had picked Stephen and Katie up from the station. She was overjoyed about her son's upcoming graduation party. Katie sheepishly pocketed the letter revealing her not- so-wonderful end of the term grades.
"Oh.. this is just splendid, Jerome and Lily will be in town, and I'll get a hold of Sylvia somehow." Emmaline Bell paused and hugged her son again. "My big boy's all grown up."
Stephen mumble something and shrugged her off.
"Yes mother, I had a wonderful year at school, thank you so much for asking." Katie half-muttered.
"Did you say something dear?"
"No, nothing at all."
"All right then."
The drive home in the family's new suburban was filled with discussion of a Stephen's Graduation party. Katie stared out the window blankly and then a smile crept across her face. "Mother, I am dying my hair black, getting a nose ring, and then I'm joining a Goth Band."
"That's nice dear." She said in an absent tone.
Stephen grinned at her.
"I also nearly failed half of my classes this term, hope you don't mind."
"That's wonderful Katherine." She said in the same tone.
Stephen tried his best to keep from laughing.
She continued to go on about whether green steamers or blue would look nicer, before they were finally home.
Katie took her key from one of her pockets and opened the door, Stephen behind her. Sylvia was sitting in the front palour. She jumped up and exclaimed in a perky voice. "I was wondering when you'd be home!" she hugged both of her siblings and then went to greet her mother.
Katie made a gag-me-please face sat down on the couch.
"Sylvia What a pleasant surprise! Where is my grandson?" their mother asked.
"Jimmy's staying with Uncle Jerome and Aunt Lily." She said smiling broadly. "I thought It'd be a nice time for me to stay at home for awhile.
"Let me guess, you lost your job? Again?" Katie suggested bitterly.
"Katherine. Upstairs. Now." Emma ordered, not noticing as Sylvia paled.
She continued, considerably less perky. "Well, due to conflict of interest, I am not longer working at the Madame Malkin's."
She threw a told-you-so glance as she walked up the stairs.
"Katherine-Stephanie-Lynn-Marie-Fairweather-Bell. Now!"
"It's Marie-Lynn." Katie rolled her eyes. "Sheesh, you can't even remember my whole name."
"I.. 2.."
"I'm going, I'm going." She stomped loudly as possible, making the old floorboards creak.
"My baby sister sure can be temperamental." Sylvia said in an airy tone, changing the subject.
"Now, you, how did you get yourself fired this time?" Stephen said raising an eyebrow.
"I can't HELP it if I different view than SOME people."
Meanwhile. . .
Why did you have to come now? Finally it's summer and I get away from school and she shows up. Doesn't even bother to owl for nearly half and year and she just shows up. The nerve of her!
Katie wandered down the hallway, which her room was at the end of. She passed Sylvia's room, and then took a few steps backward. Stepping in, as if pulled in by an invisible force. The elegant blue canopy bed in the corner, the tables full of framed photo graphs, all of Sylvia.. All preserved even though she had barely lived here for years.
Without thinking she knocked one of the pictures from the table, the glass shattering on the ground.
"I saw that." Came Stephen's voice who had just came upstairs. "You best clean up before Mum finds you. You know you're not even supposed to be in here."
She muttered something under her breath and bent down to clean up the broken glass. Reaching across the floor to pick up the thin metal frame, she jumped.
"Ouch."
One of the pieces of glass had cut her inner left arm.
The dream faded to another scene, herself sitting on the balcony outside her room, sobbing uncontrollably, but not knowing why. She feel dizzy and her vision blurry, but not from tears. She tried to shake the wave of nausea off, but only felt worse.
Looking down, as though through a fuzzy haze she saw the familiar line of red on her wrists, her mind suddenly screamed. "I cut too deep.."
Fading slowly.. not to mention alone-
End Dream Sequence
Katie was shaken awake by none other than Sylvia the great herself. "Wake up."
"Unless the house in on fire, dear sister, I highly suggest you bugger off." Came a hoarse whisper.
"I know.. I'm sorry, It' just, I assumed you were having a nightmare. I heard you crying."
"Stopping amusing things, okay?" She felt too tired to even throw a death glare.
"Sorry." Sylvia left, her voice lacking the usually know-it-all tone.
A/N:
Jo.. Ky.. Jen? So? Whadda ya think? Morbid? Creepy? Both?
Yes, I am going to show the brighter side of Sylvia, somehow. I think.
Dreams and A Rude Awakening
That night, for some reason or another Katie found herself completely wiped out. A vivid dream played in her mind like a black and white movie.
It was the end of her fourth year, and Emma Bell had picked Stephen and Katie up from the station. She was overjoyed about her son's upcoming graduation party. Katie sheepishly pocketed the letter revealing her not- so-wonderful end of the term grades.
"Oh.. this is just splendid, Jerome and Lily will be in town, and I'll get a hold of Sylvia somehow." Emmaline Bell paused and hugged her son again. "My big boy's all grown up."
Stephen mumble something and shrugged her off.
"Yes mother, I had a wonderful year at school, thank you so much for asking." Katie half-muttered.
"Did you say something dear?"
"No, nothing at all."
"All right then."
The drive home in the family's new suburban was filled with discussion of a Stephen's Graduation party. Katie stared out the window blankly and then a smile crept across her face. "Mother, I am dying my hair black, getting a nose ring, and then I'm joining a Goth Band."
"That's nice dear." She said in an absent tone.
Stephen grinned at her.
"I also nearly failed half of my classes this term, hope you don't mind."
"That's wonderful Katherine." She said in the same tone.
Stephen tried his best to keep from laughing.
She continued to go on about whether green steamers or blue would look nicer, before they were finally home.
Katie took her key from one of her pockets and opened the door, Stephen behind her. Sylvia was sitting in the front palour. She jumped up and exclaimed in a perky voice. "I was wondering when you'd be home!" she hugged both of her siblings and then went to greet her mother.
Katie made a gag-me-please face sat down on the couch.
"Sylvia What a pleasant surprise! Where is my grandson?" their mother asked.
"Jimmy's staying with Uncle Jerome and Aunt Lily." She said smiling broadly. "I thought It'd be a nice time for me to stay at home for awhile.
"Let me guess, you lost your job? Again?" Katie suggested bitterly.
"Katherine. Upstairs. Now." Emma ordered, not noticing as Sylvia paled.
She continued, considerably less perky. "Well, due to conflict of interest, I am not longer working at the Madame Malkin's."
She threw a told-you-so glance as she walked up the stairs.
"Katherine-Stephanie-Lynn-Marie-Fairweather-Bell. Now!"
"It's Marie-Lynn." Katie rolled her eyes. "Sheesh, you can't even remember my whole name."
"I.. 2.."
"I'm going, I'm going." She stomped loudly as possible, making the old floorboards creak.
"My baby sister sure can be temperamental." Sylvia said in an airy tone, changing the subject.
"Now, you, how did you get yourself fired this time?" Stephen said raising an eyebrow.
"I can't HELP it if I different view than SOME people."
Meanwhile. . .
Why did you have to come now? Finally it's summer and I get away from school and she shows up. Doesn't even bother to owl for nearly half and year and she just shows up. The nerve of her!
Katie wandered down the hallway, which her room was at the end of. She passed Sylvia's room, and then took a few steps backward. Stepping in, as if pulled in by an invisible force. The elegant blue canopy bed in the corner, the tables full of framed photo graphs, all of Sylvia.. All preserved even though she had barely lived here for years.
Without thinking she knocked one of the pictures from the table, the glass shattering on the ground.
"I saw that." Came Stephen's voice who had just came upstairs. "You best clean up before Mum finds you. You know you're not even supposed to be in here."
She muttered something under her breath and bent down to clean up the broken glass. Reaching across the floor to pick up the thin metal frame, she jumped.
"Ouch."
One of the pieces of glass had cut her inner left arm.
The dream faded to another scene, herself sitting on the balcony outside her room, sobbing uncontrollably, but not knowing why. She feel dizzy and her vision blurry, but not from tears. She tried to shake the wave of nausea off, but only felt worse.
Looking down, as though through a fuzzy haze she saw the familiar line of red on her wrists, her mind suddenly screamed. "I cut too deep.."
Fading slowly.. not to mention alone-
End Dream Sequence
Katie was shaken awake by none other than Sylvia the great herself. "Wake up."
"Unless the house in on fire, dear sister, I highly suggest you bugger off." Came a hoarse whisper.
"I know.. I'm sorry, It' just, I assumed you were having a nightmare. I heard you crying."
"Stopping amusing things, okay?" She felt too tired to even throw a death glare.
"Sorry." Sylvia left, her voice lacking the usually know-it-all tone.
A/N:
Jo.. Ky.. Jen? So? Whadda ya think? Morbid? Creepy? Both?
Yes, I am going to show the brighter side of Sylvia, somehow. I think.