Chapter 4: Anxiety.
"My
head keeps running away my brother
The only thing making me stay
my brother."
"Thank you officer." She said gratefully but as soon as she closed the door, she turned and looked at Sydney, her eyes filled with anger. Sydney's eyes were blurred, she shivered with fear. She could hear her mother shouted with fury but it was all an echo to her. She felt disembodied, like she wasn't there. She was far far way. Until a hand collided to her cheek with much force, a sickening slap echoed in the room and it took Sydney a while to realize that she had just been slapped. Full on. She looked up at the mother whose eye's were wide with anger.
"Are you even listening to me?" She yelled. Sydney opened her mouth to speak but the words got stuck in her throat. Her mum let out a grunt and grabbed her forcefully by the arm dragging her out of the room. Her nails dung deep into Sydney's arm and her grasp was tight putting pressure on the sensitive slits on her wrists.
Shane stood awkwardly in the hallway as his mother pushed past him, pulling Sydney along. He's eyes began to fill with tears. Sydney was back, but nothing had changed. He followed them closely behind. "Mum?" He choked out. "What's going on? What are you doing?"
She stopped outside a room and pushed Sydney in there quickly. "Don't leave this room, you hear me?" She growled and Sydney nodded – her eyes met Shane's but the door slammed shut cutting them off.
"Shane, sweetie." She wrapped her arm around her son's shoulders and led him back down the hallway. "She's being irresponsible. She's just going to sit in there and think about what she's done, OK? You don't need to worry." Shane blinked back his tears and nodded. "You just focus on the next scene and get some rest. OK?" She kissed his forehead and left him with his wondering naïve thoughts.
As the months of filming went on, he saw less and less of Sydney and when he did see her, she looked pale – paler than normal. She gave him a reassuring smile and told him 'Well done' and told him he was doing a good job on the film. But their conversations never lasted more than a few seconds; minutes at the most, she was dragged away but their mother. She told Shane she didn't want her effecting his acting – she was a 'bad influence'.
Sydney sat in her 'room' – it was a tiny room off the side of her parents'. She felt like she was going insane, sitting in that room. There was swirly patterns on the ceiling, and that's all she could do when she was sitting there, She just looked at the patterns. They danced along the ceiling, swirling and twirling around, She felt like they were watching her. She could see pictures, people and animals in the ceiling. She squeezed her eyes shut – she was going crazy. There was no pictures in the swirls but when she opened her eyes they were still there. Her eyes searched the ceiling, her neck was aching from looking up. "No. Stop it." She muttered and buried her face into her hands. After a few seconds she looked back up and she couldn't see anything. Sydney rubbed her eyes, where did they go? She then laughed at herself. Don't be silly. She told herself over and over again. She had to get out of this room.
"Shane?" He looked up and saw Mitchie standing over him.
"Yes?"
She sighed and sat down next to him. "What's going on?" She whispered. "And don't say nothing but I know it's something. No offense but you were terrible on set today." She laughed and Shane twitched a small smile.
"There's a start." She said taking Shane's hand. "Come on.. tell me."
He bit his lip. "It's as easy as you think." He sighed and looked around at the people sitting around. "I'll tell you but not here."
Mitchie stood up and pulled him away – to her room on set. No one was around so his secrets where safe. He suddenly started blurting out things about his sister, his career, his parents, his brothers, his life – how everything went from perfect to terrible. He said how his parents got too caught up in his fame and because Sydney wasn't like that, they didn't care about her. By the end of his rambling, he opened his eyes (he didn't even knew he had closed them). He waited for Mitchie's response. She suddenly pulled him into a hug, "That's terrible, I'm so sorry." She whispered. He melted into her arms and let her soft touch, calm him down. "Shane – I don't know what to say.... Why don't you report it or something?"
"No! I can't could you imagine how much worse that would make it? All the newspapers and the magazines will be reporting on it... I just don't know what to do."
His eyes connected with hers for a moment and there was something there. They didn't know whether it was the situation or because each day they were becoming closing and closing. They sat still momentarily but Mitchie soon broke it. "It'll be fine, Shane. I promise."
He smiled at her and after a few more moments of silence he said. "Only a few more weeks of filming."
She grinned at him. "Can't wait, maybe afterwards – we can hang out?"
He nodded. "Totally... and what I told you before-"
"It's safe with me."
"Everywhere
I turn its a dead end in front of me
With nowhere to go, gotta
shake this anxiety."
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Yes, I know. I'm a bad author.
But I'm back now and keep in mind there is only a few chapters left.
Not because I'm getting bored of this but I said from the start that it's going to be a short story.
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Song: Anxiety – Black Eyed Peas
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