AN: Hi everyone! Sorry I haven't updated in awhile. The truth is that my computer died and that I had to reinstall my operation system. So, after all the pain that my computer has caused me, here is the second installment of Angel's Flight.

CH 2

Sydney's POV

I've forgotten my key again.

I guess my age is finally beginning to catch up to me.

Miss. Parker has a key.

And even if her house is out of the way, it's better then going all the way back to the Centre.

She needs the company after all, - whether she likes it or not.

She's grown distant lately, pale and sorrowful.

She's realized that Jarod is gone for good. I think Lyle's accepted that.

I caught her looking at me the other day. Her eyes told me that she wanted to cry. As if her soul were about to shatter.

Even Debbie can't make her smile, no one can make her smile.

Even when she clutches Baby Parker tightly to her, she does so with tears in her eyes.

Odd.

I've never seen her house this brightly before.

And she never leaves her doors unlocked.

"Miss. Parker?"

Silence.

Oh God…

I don't think she sees me. I'm not certain she sees anything.

I've never seen her look so sad.

So alone.

She reminds me of Catharine sitting there, clutching herself. Rocking back and forth.

Her eyes are fixed on something.

Dear God… Aspirin… and Vodka…

At least they're on the table and not in her mouth.

She whispers something, something I can't hear.

"Miss Parker?"

She still doesn't see me, even though I've inserted myself between her and the table.

"Jarod?" Lord, but she sounds dejected.

"No Miss Parker. It's me, Sydney remember?" I feel ridicules, I should have seen this coming. 

Yet I, the all seeing psychologist missed this completely. 

I suppose it's because se's always been so strong. 

Because she's always been Mr. Parker's daughter.

"Sydney?" For a moment recognition lights her eyes, that and tears.

"Sydney!" Before I can react, she's launched herself into my arms, crying her eyes out. "Help me?" I can barely make out the words.

I can barely believe that she is asking for help.

I can barely believe just how badly she seems to be hurt.

It isn't just Jarod that caused this.

It's her father, and Lyle, and her mother.

She's dying from years of being chained and locked away.

For the first time, her walls are beginning to crumble.

And now she doesn't know how to survive.

Bastards.

I've hated Raines, hated the Centre for a long time now.

It's destroyed so many parts of my life, Jacob, Catharine, Jarod. Now her as well.

Sometimes I wonder how I have survived.

"Cry." I don't know why I say this, don't know why I would recommend it.

Except that I know Mr. Parker wouldn't.

"Cry as much as you need to." She clutches me tighter, but her tears have begun to die down.

Yet her sorrow hasn't. She stops crying not because she stopped feeling, but because she has no more tears. For the pain in her heart is there.

The abyss in her soul only grows wider.

She sniffles, draws away from me.

Her eyes are red, and yet her face is still deathly pale. Grim and old in the fire light.

"Sit down - ." I want to say her name, but that might put her into shock. Ms. Parker is too formal. Perhaps I'll just let it be.

"Perhaps I should get some tea." I rise, her eyes are focused now, alert. She nods.

When I return, I hand her a cup of the warm soothing liquid.

Knowing before she even puts it to her lips that she won't taste it.

"Thank you." Again she is whispering.

She shouldn't speak. Doesn't need to.

I understand well enough.

Silence is a good companion, and just now it's the one she needs.

But I'll stay too.

I'll stay so that silence isn't her only companion.

I'll stay so that she doesn't stop feeling.

So that just maybe, she'll be alright.