"Sisters, Soldiers, and Seizures. Oh My"
Disclaimer: See Chapter 1
If Syl and I had been anyone but Syl and me we probably would have gotten along great. But the sad truth is Syl and I are Syl and I, as Tinga would say, "We were who we were." And truth be told, we were too much alike. Grix had been closer to Tinga and Zane in personality. She was still a soldier but she wasn't like Syl or me.
Syl and I were soldiers. We're both blond, both beautiful, smart, same sense of humor (or lack there of), both perfectionists, both have the same emotional capacity. We looked like sisters and we barely acted like it. Actually we were like real sisters were, you know biological sisters. I doubt we actually share *any* genes but we look it. And based purely on the fact that we were sisters we acknowledged each other's existence. Still we just barely did it at that.
I don't remember exactly how it started, if I asked her or she asked me or we just started it randomly. But we started training together. We told our foster parents that we were studying or playing or something but we weren't by their rules. By ours we were. We were studying military strategy, playing with weapons, and we also learned different combat styles.
We sparred, like I had done with Zane. But when I fought against Zane it was fun; with Syl it was literally a life and death fight. It was a competition because we couldn't fail in front of the other but it was also a struggle, we fought for real. Completely real fighting situations, any weapons found were usable and anything goes.
It had been almost six months since Grix had left, nine since I came to Chicago. I was nearing on eleven. Syl and I were at our third secret spot to spar at. This time it was an old abandoned factory.
She had landed a few early blows on me. My lip was split and bleeding but I was still ok to fight. I didn't want to show weakness to her. I could never be weak in front of her.
We continued fighting, matched perfectly. I grabbed her arm and put her in and arm lock and suddenly my body convulsed and I jerked forward with a snap. I let go of Syl's wrist. It was turning black already. I lifted my hand and it was shaking. It had been shaking slightly for a few months now but it was now shaking a lot.
I looked up at Syl. She was looking at me, her eyes full of anger, rage, and sadness. She was cradling her wrist. By not showing restraint in a delicate situation I had broken her trust.
I reached out to touch her, which took so much more control than usual. My whole arm was shaking. "Sorry."
"Don't touch me." She snapped at me.
"Syl." I said and I suddenly dropped to the ground shaking violently.
There is no pain like a seizure. Your muscles contract and expand randomly. It hurts like I would assume a Charley Horse would, I've never had one of those but since it's a muscle contracting more than it should, I would assume they're along the same lines. But they're usually one muscle or muscle group. A seizure is every one and randomly, no control. Just pain and fear.
Syl dropped to the ground next to me, "Jondy, I don't have any Tryptophan on me. I can go.."
"Don't leave me." I said, I didn't even hear her speak, I just didn't want to be alone. "God, don't leave. Please."
She gave me her good hand, "I won't, I promise. We'll get through this."
It took almost an hour for me to stop seizing enough to sit up. Syl had been dipping in and out of shock. Her wrist was pretty bad.
When I finally was able to sit up, she spoke, "I have to get a doctor, I'm gonna call Zack."
"He'll take you away." I said in fear, I didn't want to loose her.
"Like you'd care."
"You just saved my life."
"You're my sister."
"You don't act like it."
"Neither do you."
We sat in silence for a few seconds, "You never liked me." I said finally.
"You're like me and I don't like me. It was never about you."
"Great timing for you to tell me this now, as you're leaving me." I replied.
"I'll call." She said. She got to her feet and put her good hand on my shoulder and squeezed, "You'll be fine."
She left. The next day she wasn't in class, or the next, or the next. Nor was she at training. A day became a week and a week became two. I knew now for certain that I was on my own for good. And the phone was no comfort.
Zane's foster parents were always on his ass so our calls were short, and very bland; Tinga's stories of her foster family's wealth made me sad, Grix's new parents weren't good, she never laughed as much anymore, Zack was always mad that I called, and Syl.. Syl never called.
Disclaimer: See Chapter 1
If Syl and I had been anyone but Syl and me we probably would have gotten along great. But the sad truth is Syl and I are Syl and I, as Tinga would say, "We were who we were." And truth be told, we were too much alike. Grix had been closer to Tinga and Zane in personality. She was still a soldier but she wasn't like Syl or me.
Syl and I were soldiers. We're both blond, both beautiful, smart, same sense of humor (or lack there of), both perfectionists, both have the same emotional capacity. We looked like sisters and we barely acted like it. Actually we were like real sisters were, you know biological sisters. I doubt we actually share *any* genes but we look it. And based purely on the fact that we were sisters we acknowledged each other's existence. Still we just barely did it at that.
I don't remember exactly how it started, if I asked her or she asked me or we just started it randomly. But we started training together. We told our foster parents that we were studying or playing or something but we weren't by their rules. By ours we were. We were studying military strategy, playing with weapons, and we also learned different combat styles.
We sparred, like I had done with Zane. But when I fought against Zane it was fun; with Syl it was literally a life and death fight. It was a competition because we couldn't fail in front of the other but it was also a struggle, we fought for real. Completely real fighting situations, any weapons found were usable and anything goes.
It had been almost six months since Grix had left, nine since I came to Chicago. I was nearing on eleven. Syl and I were at our third secret spot to spar at. This time it was an old abandoned factory.
She had landed a few early blows on me. My lip was split and bleeding but I was still ok to fight. I didn't want to show weakness to her. I could never be weak in front of her.
We continued fighting, matched perfectly. I grabbed her arm and put her in and arm lock and suddenly my body convulsed and I jerked forward with a snap. I let go of Syl's wrist. It was turning black already. I lifted my hand and it was shaking. It had been shaking slightly for a few months now but it was now shaking a lot.
I looked up at Syl. She was looking at me, her eyes full of anger, rage, and sadness. She was cradling her wrist. By not showing restraint in a delicate situation I had broken her trust.
I reached out to touch her, which took so much more control than usual. My whole arm was shaking. "Sorry."
"Don't touch me." She snapped at me.
"Syl." I said and I suddenly dropped to the ground shaking violently.
There is no pain like a seizure. Your muscles contract and expand randomly. It hurts like I would assume a Charley Horse would, I've never had one of those but since it's a muscle contracting more than it should, I would assume they're along the same lines. But they're usually one muscle or muscle group. A seizure is every one and randomly, no control. Just pain and fear.
Syl dropped to the ground next to me, "Jondy, I don't have any Tryptophan on me. I can go.."
"Don't leave me." I said, I didn't even hear her speak, I just didn't want to be alone. "God, don't leave. Please."
She gave me her good hand, "I won't, I promise. We'll get through this."
It took almost an hour for me to stop seizing enough to sit up. Syl had been dipping in and out of shock. Her wrist was pretty bad.
When I finally was able to sit up, she spoke, "I have to get a doctor, I'm gonna call Zack."
"He'll take you away." I said in fear, I didn't want to loose her.
"Like you'd care."
"You just saved my life."
"You're my sister."
"You don't act like it."
"Neither do you."
We sat in silence for a few seconds, "You never liked me." I said finally.
"You're like me and I don't like me. It was never about you."
"Great timing for you to tell me this now, as you're leaving me." I replied.
"I'll call." She said. She got to her feet and put her good hand on my shoulder and squeezed, "You'll be fine."
She left. The next day she wasn't in class, or the next, or the next. Nor was she at training. A day became a week and a week became two. I knew now for certain that I was on my own for good. And the phone was no comfort.
Zane's foster parents were always on his ass so our calls were short, and very bland; Tinga's stories of her foster family's wealth made me sad, Grix's new parents weren't good, she never laughed as much anymore, Zack was always mad that I called, and Syl.. Syl never called.