Chapter 11: Rendezvous
Sidney yawned in boredom, and climbed downstairs to look at more exciting things. The teenager grabbed the phone and dialed a few numbers. She waited for an riposte of some sort and eventually she did…a message on an answering machine.
"Hi, this is Josie and I'm not available at the moment. Please say your name and number and I'll get back to you as soon a I can. Thanks!" The machine's chipper voice said.
"Hi, Josie, this is Sid. I'm calling to see what you're doing and obviously you're not home. Just call me back whenever you can. Bye." Syd disconnected her phone and hesitantly placed it in its cradle.
She sighed, a sigh of depression. Her friends, who are now graduated from high school, have lost touch over the months. Of course, she knew that they were extremely busy with orientations, moving out and friends to top it but she questioned their honesty. Her colleagues knew she was very down to earth, but they never wanted to be friends with a person that loved life to the fullest…that was until her world came toppling down, her life was at a negative standstill, and they never knew why. Instead of helping her, a majority of her friends walked out of her life…never to be seen again. Sydney valued her friends above everything else in her life and she was the true meaning of a loyal friend. She never complained about the people in her clicks and never judged one of them either.
But there was something to be talked about…now, no one was there for her…no one to give her advice…
She was alone…all alone.
She tempted not to think of her predicament, but it was too hard not to notice. Her colleagues ran out on her and she felt saddened that her friendships were thrown away. She grabbed her book and adventured back to the big screen TV, watching talk shows and soap operas. Darien reappeared into the room, sitting next to her on the couch. Syd turned to see him as she slightly grinned.
"Why after so long?" Sydney asked, tears formed in her eyes. "I mean, I almost forgot what you looked like for a sec."
"Just, you know, to check up on ya. I can see I came just in time for that."
"It's a little too late for that…I missed you so much…"
"I know, I know…" Darien embraced her warmly.
"Why?"
"It was my time…my time to go…I know that you may not understand what I'm saying but you will in time. What's been happening? How's your family?"
Sydney gazed at him, and fiercely cried on his shoulder. Tears of sorrow streamed down her pale face as Darien attempted to calm her down. Her wails seem to last for a few minutes, as she smeared tears in her hands.
"My family was killed about a year ago. It was my birthday and they wanted to go out to celebrate. We ate and then headed home...a drunk driver was on the road and rammed into us, forcing the car off the road. We flipped over several times. I was knocked into unconsciousness and when I woke up, I found myself in the hospital. The nurses told me that my parents were killed in a car crash and my sister was in critical condition. When I heard the news, I cried so hard that they had to sedate me. When I was able to calm down, I was at my sister's aide…until she died five days later. To make matters even worse, you died a month later. Why couldn't it happen to someone else? Why me? After all of this, I started to loose my mind. I was diagnosed with depression and I was giving medicine to counteract the symptoms." She said, exposing her miserable past.
The phone ran infuriatingly as Sid quickly ran to answer it.
"Hello?" She asked.
"Hi, Syd. I got your message." Her best friend, Josie told her.
"Yeah, I was wondering if you wanted to go to the club?"
"Sure…I'll just Dave. Hold on a sec."
"But." Syd protested
"I said wait." Josie reminded her and then paused, "Yeah, we'll go."
"Ok, I'll see you at nine."
"Be waiting."
The woman hung up and returned to the couch that Darien was sitting at.
"Darien?"
The girl determined her deceased friend was gone, vanished in thin air. She sighed and looked at the phone in her hand sadly. Tears formed in her eyes and she just sat on the couch. Darien, while quick silvered, could see the sadness in her eyes and thought about the conversation he eavesdropped on. Even though this never had happened to him, he felt sorry for the woman. This person's whole family dies and she is the only survivor, who has to fend for herself in this vigorous world. What was coincidental was that her friend name was the same name as him-'Darien'. None of her colleagues had the heart to help her, only to use Sid. Darien looked down and left the home unnoticed.