Chapter 2: Numb
"Every step that I take is another mistake to you."
Sydney walked around, taking in the fresh air. She sat down at a tree and rolled up her sleeves to study her cuts. They looked deep and painful, but they felt right, like they belonged there. She traced them with her fingers, wincing as she felt them, then tugged her sleeves down before heading back into the set. Catching the eye of Mitchie who's eyes followed her as she walked across the room and sat down in the corner. She had to tell Shane, she couldn't let this continue. "Shane?" She called, he looked over at her and she waved him over. "What's up?"
"Shane, your sister... What's wrong with her?" Shane looked over at Sydney and his eyes turned into a sorrow look. "Wh-What do you mean?"
Mitchie sighed. "This morning at breakfast, I saw her wrists."
"What do mean, Mitchie?" She looked down but Shane was getting worried. "Shane, her wrists..."
"Goddamnit Mitchie! Just tell me!" Mitchie didn't even know her but she felt like crying, Sydney looked so torn, lost and unhappy. It was a sight to make anyone cry. "She... She..."
It finally clicked in Shane's brain, what she had done. "She didn't..." He couldn't bring himself to say it, like Mitchie. "...did she?" Mitchie nodded and watched as Shane's face became colourless. He looked almost.... angry? He closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down. He wanted to just talk to Sydney, not get mad or upset, just talk. He walked over to her and sat down on the table. "You really should stop biting your nails. There's not going to be any left at that rate." He joked, She flashed him a weak, fake smile. "What's the matter?" He asked, trying to get her to tell him.
"Nothing." He grabbed her wrist and she winced in pain but Shane didn't notice. "Syd, you can tell me anything."
She wiggled her wrist out of this grip and held it from the pain. "I'm fine."
"No, you're not!" Shane said. "I am."
He pulled up her sleeve and looked at her. Her gaze shifted to Mitchie's. She looked at her before bolting to the door. "Sydney!" He called out as she ran.
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"Sydney get here now." Her mother called, Sydney sheepishly walked over to them. Her mum showed her a magazine article which read: Connect 3's Sister, Sydney Gray has reportedly cut herself in a form of self harm. The reporter on the set of the movie 'Camp Rock' overheard the two main stars, Shane Gray and Mitchie Torres talking about it. Mitchie was reportedly telling Shane that she saw Sydney's cuts this morning and Shane didn't look happy.
Sydney stopped reading and looked at her parents, who's faces were furious. "Why would do such a thing? Do you know how much bad press this is giving your brothers?" Sydney stuttered as she went to defend herself. "Go. You absolutely worthless. You were not the daughter I wanted. GO! Now." Her father ordered her out of the room and she scattered down the hallway. She bumped into Shane. "What did they say about the magazines?"
"Nothing."
Shane grabbed her shoulder as she tried to get pass him. "They said nothing about their daughter, self harming? I find that hard to believe."
"No, they said that I was giving you bad press." She choked out. "And now, I've been told to go. So, thank you Shane. Thanks a lot." She sobbed before storming away. Shane turned and watched her go, he wanted to help but every time he did, it seemed to make it worst.
"Sydney!" She turned around to see Mitchie. "Go away!" Sydney screamed, Mitchie stopped and kept her distance. "Just leave me alone! You had to go and open you're big mouth and tell the whole world. And now look what happened, I hate my life OK? And you just made it ten times worst." She screamed, tears racing down her face. Her eyes were raw red and skin was pale. A sob escaped her throat and that was her queue to go, she went into her room and grabbed a few things before sneaking out the back of set. No one saw as ran, ran for her life. She was a failure. The words her father had just said echoed through her head.
You're useless.
You're not the daughter I wanted.
Go... Go where? Anyway far away from here. That's what Sydney was thinking.
"And every second I waste is more than I can take."
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Sorry it's so short, I thought it would be better to end it here.
Review please.
Song: Numb – Linkin Park
