Chapter 3
The memory of that also dredged up memories of Sylvia's childhood. Most of which were ones she'd rather have forgotten.
The night her mother had been killed, she had been so numb she had returned to her room, and was unable to cry for hours. It was morning before she became the least bit aware of anything. She simply sat there listening to the radio. It hadn't taken too long before she had found a song that seemed to be her.
Playground school bell rings again
Rain clouds come to play again
Has no one told you she's not breathing?
Hello I'm your mind giving you
Someone to talk to
Hello
If I smile and don't believe
Soon I know I'll wake from this dream
Don't try to fix me I'm not broken
Hello I'm the lie living for you so you can hide
Don't cry
Suddenly I know I'm not sleeping
Hello I'm still here
All that's left of yesterday (Hello)
Sylvia had sat there, talking to herself and rocking back and forth on her bed for hours. Her life had been shattered, and her father really didn't want to talk about it. They hadn't even seen each other for nearly two weeks. When they finally did see each other, they started yelling at each other. Her life had been hell after that.
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