Chapter 1: Prologue
A/N: Hi! I doubt anyone reads Siophie fics anymore, but I loved this idea and had to write it anyway. I have the next couple chapters planned out, and I definitely plan to write more than just this prologue! If you do happen to read it, a review really would make my day!
Sian's POV:
It's New Year's Eve, but the scratch in my throat tells me I must have started celebrating early. Everything seems normal at first, that is until I open my eyes. A blistering winter sunlight streams in through the window, piercing through the thick haze clouding my head. When I look around and examine where I am, pieces of my memory start raining back down. My old room is still painted a sickly pink and smattered in hastily put up band posters from years ago. I spy the train of my dress trailing over the bed. The memory of yesterday hits me like a brick. She's really gone. A whole chapter of my life was over in an afternoon. This time last year everything felt so easy. My whole life revolved around Sophie, and I couldn't imagine a life without her. At times it felt like she was all I had left. Now I'm alone; nobody on the other side of the bed but a few empty bottles and a pillow painted with mascara.
The house is dead quiet, subdued even. There's no way Mum's awake - there'd be a right racket if she was up and about. Just the thought of facing her, or anyone around here for that matter is too much to bear. I can imagine the smug look on Dad's face when he finds out what's happened. As long as I keep the door closed, nothing else has to exist outside of this room. I lay here wishing it could stay this way, just me in here, forever. Safe from the looks, the questions, the sympathy.
I'm on autopilot all morning, just going through the motions. The only thing on my mind is getting out of this. I just know Mum will try and skirt around me, not knowing whether to bring it up or carry on as normal. Which would be worse? Walking around town just makes me wish I'd never bothered; every street, every shopping centre, chippy, you name it. I see her ghost. There's no way I can stay around here. Something takes over, and I'm no longer in control of what I'm doing, where I'm heading. Before I know it, I'm on a bus, and then a train, and another train. I'm going away for a bit; I guess you could call it a holiday.
Received: 21st Jan 2012, 8:34 pm
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Received: 21st Jan 2012, 8:35 pm
txt if you're ever in Newquay x
Sent: 21st Jan 2012, 8:53 pm
delete my number.