Hi! It's Vex. How you been? Really I don't care.(Especially you grace!) but
just to make you peps happy here is chapter ten! This is my getting beat
up. A.K.A the crying chapter you'll get to see what it's really like for
Saylas on a normal day at home its not to pretty! Have fun!
Enter ch. ten
Frozen Soldier
I used to be an angel, then god condemned me. He gave away what I had and gave me something new. Used but new. He put me in your skin and let me see your world. You cry and I can tell what you cry for.
I wake up in the middle of the night to the sound of glass being taped. I look up at the window and get out of bed. I walk over to the window and open it.
"Saylas! What the hell are you doing!" He looks at me hard. His lip is busted and I can see that his eye is bruising over. He is also holding his arm limp at his side, "What happened, never mind get in here." I grab the back of his shirt and he nearly falls into the room.
"Thanks, I didn't want to talk to Rodger."
"It's OK. What happened?" I sit him down on the bed and walk over to the shelf that has a wash cloth on it.
"Dad was drinking again and came home..." he falls off track.
"It's OK, in a manner of speaking." I put the cloth on to the gash in his right arm.
"Sorry. I just didn't know where else to go."
"Saylas," he looks me in the eye for the first time, "It's OK. I'm glad you came here."
"Why?"
"Well you know I'm not gad you dad was drinking again or that you got- you know." He nods, "Are you OK other than the obvious?" he nods and smiles weakly.
"I'm just worried about Smyth."
"Where is he?"
"I don't know. He ran off when I did, but we went different directions." I nod.
"I can understand why you'd be worried then." I sit down next to him and hold the cloth to the cut touching it lightly and keeping it clear, just like Jamie always taught me too.
"Leena, "I look up realizing that he's watching me, "Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure I guess." He watches me for a minute more.
"Do you have any brothers or sisters back, wherever?"
"Yeah. I have a brother. And when I hear you talk about Smyth and how you used to talk about Monica, It makes me want to cry that I never said good- bye to him. He wasn't even there when I left." I do want to cry but I can't bring myself to do it. I miss Leon. I miss Dad, Brad, Naomi, Jamie, Jack, and... I feel my body stiffen. A single tear runs down my cheek. He wipes it away.
"Sorry," He says.
"Why?"
"I made you cry."
"No. My past made me cry. You aren't my past. You're here right now." He smiles and I look back down at his arm. This is what we run to, pain.
"I'd better go get something to put on this. It not looking to good." I stand up and look back down at him. He's looking at the gash as if it's not on his own arm. I walk to the door and down the hall to the bathroom. I get out a bottle of alcohol and a gauze pad. Good old Rodger!
I get them out and walk back down the hall to my room. Saylas I standing at the window looking out at the ground. I watch him for a minute until he spots me at the door.
"He'll be OK."
"I hope your right." I smile weakly. Even I wouldn't believe that smile. I walk back over and sit on the bed again. He sits down next to me and I smother the cloth in the alcohol. He winces when I put it on the gash the looks away. I smile. I lift the cloth and put the gauze pad over it. He looks back down. I tape the pad down with the surgical tape.
"There you go! All wrapped up." I smile a little bit more convincing this time.
"Thanks," he says looking down at the gauze, "I'm just tired now!" I laugh. He smiles. He stands and walks back over to the window, "What time is it?"
"Um," I look up at the wall, "Almost two."
"How are you still awake?"
"You try sleeping for weeks and then going back to sleep. It can't be done, take my word." He laughs and sits back down.
"Well either way I guess it's a good thing or else I'd still be sitting on the roof out there!"
"Yeah." I say, "But sometimes I wish I could."
"Why?"
"Because when I sleep, I can see them. Clear as day."
"They probably miss you ya know."
"I don't know. I was a big pain in the neck before I left. They're probably are better off."
"Now don't say that. Then you'll start to believe it!"
"I already do." I'm ready to cry. And for once I want to but... it seems wrong to cry for them again.
For every thing I am I have cried and it seems wrong to cry for some thing that doesn't dare to return. Something I wanted to forget. So I won't, I won't cry.
Enter ch. ten
Frozen Soldier
I used to be an angel, then god condemned me. He gave away what I had and gave me something new. Used but new. He put me in your skin and let me see your world. You cry and I can tell what you cry for.
I wake up in the middle of the night to the sound of glass being taped. I look up at the window and get out of bed. I walk over to the window and open it.
"Saylas! What the hell are you doing!" He looks at me hard. His lip is busted and I can see that his eye is bruising over. He is also holding his arm limp at his side, "What happened, never mind get in here." I grab the back of his shirt and he nearly falls into the room.
"Thanks, I didn't want to talk to Rodger."
"It's OK. What happened?" I sit him down on the bed and walk over to the shelf that has a wash cloth on it.
"Dad was drinking again and came home..." he falls off track.
"It's OK, in a manner of speaking." I put the cloth on to the gash in his right arm.
"Sorry. I just didn't know where else to go."
"Saylas," he looks me in the eye for the first time, "It's OK. I'm glad you came here."
"Why?"
"Well you know I'm not gad you dad was drinking again or that you got- you know." He nods, "Are you OK other than the obvious?" he nods and smiles weakly.
"I'm just worried about Smyth."
"Where is he?"
"I don't know. He ran off when I did, but we went different directions." I nod.
"I can understand why you'd be worried then." I sit down next to him and hold the cloth to the cut touching it lightly and keeping it clear, just like Jamie always taught me too.
"Leena, "I look up realizing that he's watching me, "Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure I guess." He watches me for a minute more.
"Do you have any brothers or sisters back, wherever?"
"Yeah. I have a brother. And when I hear you talk about Smyth and how you used to talk about Monica, It makes me want to cry that I never said good- bye to him. He wasn't even there when I left." I do want to cry but I can't bring myself to do it. I miss Leon. I miss Dad, Brad, Naomi, Jamie, Jack, and... I feel my body stiffen. A single tear runs down my cheek. He wipes it away.
"Sorry," He says.
"Why?"
"I made you cry."
"No. My past made me cry. You aren't my past. You're here right now." He smiles and I look back down at his arm. This is what we run to, pain.
"I'd better go get something to put on this. It not looking to good." I stand up and look back down at him. He's looking at the gash as if it's not on his own arm. I walk to the door and down the hall to the bathroom. I get out a bottle of alcohol and a gauze pad. Good old Rodger!
I get them out and walk back down the hall to my room. Saylas I standing at the window looking out at the ground. I watch him for a minute until he spots me at the door.
"He'll be OK."
"I hope your right." I smile weakly. Even I wouldn't believe that smile. I walk back over and sit on the bed again. He sits down next to me and I smother the cloth in the alcohol. He winces when I put it on the gash the looks away. I smile. I lift the cloth and put the gauze pad over it. He looks back down. I tape the pad down with the surgical tape.
"There you go! All wrapped up." I smile a little bit more convincing this time.
"Thanks," he says looking down at the gauze, "I'm just tired now!" I laugh. He smiles. He stands and walks back over to the window, "What time is it?"
"Um," I look up at the wall, "Almost two."
"How are you still awake?"
"You try sleeping for weeks and then going back to sleep. It can't be done, take my word." He laughs and sits back down.
"Well either way I guess it's a good thing or else I'd still be sitting on the roof out there!"
"Yeah." I say, "But sometimes I wish I could."
"Why?"
"Because when I sleep, I can see them. Clear as day."
"They probably miss you ya know."
"I don't know. I was a big pain in the neck before I left. They're probably are better off."
"Now don't say that. Then you'll start to believe it!"
"I already do." I'm ready to cry. And for once I want to but... it seems wrong to cry for them again.
For every thing I am I have cried and it seems wrong to cry for some thing that doesn't dare to return. Something I wanted to forget. So I won't, I won't cry.