Silent Tears, chapter 12
*Skye's P.O.V*
I'm shaky on my legs, but I'm okay.
When Billie Joe takes me home, I can see that he's trying to make it up to me. My problem is, I don't want him to make it up to me, I want him to leave me alone. I want to be left alone to die.
I heard him talking to a counselor, that's right, I'm back in counseling. I had to answer all these questions, so I answered truthfully because I couldn't see any point in lying.
The fucking counsellor says I'm dying. He says that I might die, at any point in the next two years. He says I've been abandoned and left alone for so long in my life, I can't mix with society, so I'm slightly more animalistic in my nature. He says I'm dying of loneliness.
Load of bullshit if you ask me.
***
*Billie Joe's P.O.V*
I have to start taking better care of Skye.
I don't know what in gods name I'm going to do if she dies, and if she dies of loneliness and depression, then I'm not going to look like dad of the year.
I know I hated her, but it's odd, I feel really protective of her now.
I need to help her, otherwise it's not just some crappy reputation that's going to go, it's her life that's in the balance now. And I can't lose her, I've lost to much already, I couldn't bear to loose her as well.
She's dying inside, out. That's what her counselor said, he said that this sort of thing can start off as ordinary loneliness, and it can turn into selective-mutism, anorexia, depression, self-harming insomnia... Sounds like Skye.
He says that this sort of things can go on for years, and eventually, the anorexia or the self-harming, will kill them. Or, well, that's what everyone supposes, but apparently, new evidence has shown that such teenagers can just die of loneliness, one day, they just won't wake up, they'll sleep forever.
***
*Skye's P.O.V*
It's my birthday in two weeks.
Billie Joe's arranged it so that the concert's on my birthday, so I can spend the day doing whatever I want, and the evening at a Green Day concert, fantastic.
It's the sort of birthday I've wanted since my dad got me into Green Day, about six years ago. But, of course, when I was eight, I didn't know what the word 'shit' meant.
Shit, one; by definition, a swear or curse word meaning 'poo,' two; something people say when they are surprised, or scared.
I know this much, I looked it up in the dictionary.
***
*Normal P.O.V*
*Skye's birthday*
Skye sat on the sofa, with a small pile of presents at her feet, she was smiling, and looking at the door. Upstairs, an alarm clock went off, and someone rolled out of bed with a loud thump and an "Owww!"
Skye's smile was replaced by a look of cunning.
Quietly, she walked around the first floor, turning off all lights. She then went to the bottom of the stairs and checked on the string and the balanced bucket of water, all good.
She walked as quick as she could, back into the sitting room, where she curled up in a corner.
She heard Billie Joe stumbling down the stairs, she heard him trip, on the string on the last step, he staggered forwards, into the door, and was rewarded with a bucket of cold water on his head.
Skye could barely contain her laughter as she heard Billie Joe staggering around, bumping into things in the dark.
Finally he found the sitting room, took a step in and...crash! He promptly fell over the pile of presents. Skye burst out laughing and turned the light on.
"Happy birthday, Skye," He said flatly. "But I think this could have waited a little longer, getting up at three in the morning really isn't my thing."
Sky smiled at him as Billie Joe walked back upstairs, wet and bruised.
*Several hours later*
"HIYA!" Tre shouted up the stairs.
Skye watched without being seen, from the top.
"BILLIE!" Tre shouted.
Skye threw the wet flannel. It landed straight on Billie Joe's face. He screamed.
"What?" Mike shouted up.
"COLD... WET!" He screamed again. Skye cracked up then ran and hid as Tre and Mike trooped up the stairs to check on Billie Joe.
***
"Meet Spiff!" Tre said, showing everyone the fat white gerbil in its tank.
'Meet Bob.' Skye held up the note, then pointed at the python's tank.
"I got it her for her birthday. She likes it," Explained Billie Joe while Skye watched the snake slithering around its tank with a happy smile on her face.
"Anyway, guys, I got a new load of music, it's upstairs." Billie Joe, Mike and Tre trooped upstairs again, leaving Skye with Bob and Spiff.
***
"Where in fucks name has Spiff gone?!" Tre almost shouted, looking round the gerbil tank, trying to find it, even though it clearly wasn't there.
"Skye, Bob's unnaturally still," Mike said suspiciously.
'He's asleep. He always sleeps after a meal.' Skye wrote back.
I'm shaky on my legs, but I'm okay.
When Billie Joe takes me home, I can see that he's trying to make it up to me. My problem is, I don't want him to make it up to me, I want him to leave me alone. I want to be left alone to die.
I heard him talking to a counselor, that's right, I'm back in counseling. I had to answer all these questions, so I answered truthfully because I couldn't see any point in lying.
The fucking counsellor says I'm dying. He says that I might die, at any point in the next two years. He says I've been abandoned and left alone for so long in my life, I can't mix with society, so I'm slightly more animalistic in my nature. He says I'm dying of loneliness.
Load of bullshit if you ask me.
***
*Billie Joe's P.O.V*
I have to start taking better care of Skye.
I don't know what in gods name I'm going to do if she dies, and if she dies of loneliness and depression, then I'm not going to look like dad of the year.
I know I hated her, but it's odd, I feel really protective of her now.
I need to help her, otherwise it's not just some crappy reputation that's going to go, it's her life that's in the balance now. And I can't lose her, I've lost to much already, I couldn't bear to loose her as well.
She's dying inside, out. That's what her counselor said, he said that this sort of thing can start off as ordinary loneliness, and it can turn into selective-mutism, anorexia, depression, self-harming insomnia... Sounds like Skye.
He says that this sort of things can go on for years, and eventually, the anorexia or the self-harming, will kill them. Or, well, that's what everyone supposes, but apparently, new evidence has shown that such teenagers can just die of loneliness, one day, they just won't wake up, they'll sleep forever.
***
*Skye's P.O.V*
It's my birthday in two weeks.
Billie Joe's arranged it so that the concert's on my birthday, so I can spend the day doing whatever I want, and the evening at a Green Day concert, fantastic.
It's the sort of birthday I've wanted since my dad got me into Green Day, about six years ago. But, of course, when I was eight, I didn't know what the word 'shit' meant.
Shit, one; by definition, a swear or curse word meaning 'poo,' two; something people say when they are surprised, or scared.
I know this much, I looked it up in the dictionary.
***
*Normal P.O.V*
*Skye's birthday*
Skye sat on the sofa, with a small pile of presents at her feet, she was smiling, and looking at the door. Upstairs, an alarm clock went off, and someone rolled out of bed with a loud thump and an "Owww!"
Skye's smile was replaced by a look of cunning.
Quietly, she walked around the first floor, turning off all lights. She then went to the bottom of the stairs and checked on the string and the balanced bucket of water, all good.
She walked as quick as she could, back into the sitting room, where she curled up in a corner.
She heard Billie Joe stumbling down the stairs, she heard him trip, on the string on the last step, he staggered forwards, into the door, and was rewarded with a bucket of cold water on his head.
Skye could barely contain her laughter as she heard Billie Joe staggering around, bumping into things in the dark.
Finally he found the sitting room, took a step in and...crash! He promptly fell over the pile of presents. Skye burst out laughing and turned the light on.
"Happy birthday, Skye," He said flatly. "But I think this could have waited a little longer, getting up at three in the morning really isn't my thing."
Sky smiled at him as Billie Joe walked back upstairs, wet and bruised.
*Several hours later*
"HIYA!" Tre shouted up the stairs.
Skye watched without being seen, from the top.
"BILLIE!" Tre shouted.
Skye threw the wet flannel. It landed straight on Billie Joe's face. He screamed.
"What?" Mike shouted up.
"COLD... WET!" He screamed again. Skye cracked up then ran and hid as Tre and Mike trooped up the stairs to check on Billie Joe.
***
"Meet Spiff!" Tre said, showing everyone the fat white gerbil in its tank.
'Meet Bob.' Skye held up the note, then pointed at the python's tank.
"I got it her for her birthday. She likes it," Explained Billie Joe while Skye watched the snake slithering around its tank with a happy smile on her face.
"Anyway, guys, I got a new load of music, it's upstairs." Billie Joe, Mike and Tre trooped upstairs again, leaving Skye with Bob and Spiff.
***
"Where in fucks name has Spiff gone?!" Tre almost shouted, looking round the gerbil tank, trying to find it, even though it clearly wasn't there.
"Skye, Bob's unnaturally still," Mike said suspiciously.
'He's asleep. He always sleeps after a meal.' Skye wrote back.
