Silent Tears, chapter 4
Skye waved as Billie Joe drove away, after personally dropping her off.
*Skye's P. O. V*
Ok... He's nearly gone... 3... 2... 1... He's gone! Quick, out the back door, before anyone sees you here!
I run around the school, to the back, and across the field and into the woods on the other side.
Ok, safe. Now, to amuse myself for the long hours to come.
*Normal P. O. V*
Skye walked a little way into the woods, until she was out of site, slumped down against a tree and pulled a book (the lord of the rings if you are honestly that interested) out of her bag. She opened it and started reading.
*98 pages, several schizophrenic games of eye-spy and three minutes later*
Skye was bored, and I mean, very, very bored. She kept herself going, however, by telling herself that she would be even more bored in school.
She grabbed her book again and opened it, hoping that Billie Joe was just as bored as her.
***
*Later on, at the Armstrong's house*
"So, are you gonna eat that or not?"
Billie Joe had dumped two bowls of tofu onto two plates and put them in front of himself and Skye, she was looking at it suspiciously.
She nodded, and ate two small bits of tofu, before looking a bit sick and losing whatever appetite that might have been there. She looked like she was going to actually be sick, so Billie Joe grabbed her notepad and pushed it towards her, to give her something else to talk/think about.
"Why did you stop talking?" He asked, trying to move onto a different subject. It worked, Skye grabbed the pen and started scribbling furiously on a blank page, Billie Joe took the time to at more tofu.
She pushed the pad towards him and ran upstairs, grabbing her book off the table as she went.
Billie Joe took the notepad and started reading.
'It wasn't a choice I made. I didn't choose to stop speaking. When I was six I developed a tumor in my voice box, I found it hard to talk, so Mum took me to the hospital, they did a scan and found it. They told Mum it could turn into cancer, but she didn't listen, she didn't believe them.
But the tumor did develop, it did turn into cancer. It started spreading, until I was finding it so hard to talk it was silly that I should talk at all. Then Dad said that he thought I should go to the hospital again, just for a scan, a check up really. But they found the tumor, and it had turned into cancer as predicted.
They told Dad that they could remove the tumor, but the operation could scar my voice box badly. They went ahead with the operation, but about half my voice box had to be removed in order to get the whole tumor out. And afterwards I found it so hard to talk, and my voice was so weak, that I was almost forced to give up talking.
But when Mum and Dad died in the car crash and I was dumped in the shit-hole orphanage, I couldn't see the point in talking, so I didn't, and I've tried talking once or twice recently, but I can't, it's almost impossible for me now. '
*Billie Joe's P. O. V*
I walk upstairs, when the phone rings. So I run downstairs again. I pick up.
"Hello?"
"Hello, is that Mr. Armstrong?"
"Yes."
"This is Sarah Pitford, the schools secretary."
"Yes, and... "
"Well, we just thought you might be interested to know that Skye didn't show up at school today, is there a reason?"
"No, I don't know why that was." Little bugger, I dropped her off at the gates!
"Also it's sports day in two days time and seeing as Skye wasn't here we signed her up for the 100 meters."
"Ok, thank you." I hang up.
*Next day, after school. *
*Skye's P. O. V*
I come in, nearly in tears. Billie Joe isn't home yet, so I can do this.
There's too much pressure on me at school. I've only been there a day, we did three practice runs. So what if I broke their crappy school records? They're expecting me to do so well in the sports day, I was kept out at lunch so that I could train. The sports teacher thinks I have talent. There is no talent, all I'm doing is running.
Then there are those bitches that slapped me at lunch, after 'training' for taking the attention away from them. So what if I stood up for myself? Just because I broke that blond preps nose is no reason to give me a week's worth of detentions.
I need to do something about my running, so I'm doing the only thing I enjoy.
I slide a needle out from the waistband of my skirt, and place my foot on the towels I so thoughtfully put out (with a carpet this white, you'd be stupid not to put towels down. ) I take a deep breath, and puncture the skin, the fleshy part, above my ankle. I smile enjoying the pain.
But this isn't random self-harming, this has a purpose. I push harder on the needle, so it's sticking into the flesh, I don't need to hold t for it to stay in. It hurts and I have to bite back a gasp of pain. I push harder, so It's halfway through the flesh above my heel. Blood is steadily falling, like the tears, which I can't stop. I can't believe I'm doing this to myself.
I push it the rest of the way, but as it goes through the other side I cry out. It hurts so much. Not physically, but mentally. I can't believe I'm never going to have those memories again, those feelings.
I pull it out and blood seeps down my heel. I've done it. I will never be able to run again. Fact; if you push a needle through the flesh above your heel, you lame yourself permanently.
But I have to be on the safe side, I quickly push it through the bit above my other heel, biting back the gasps of pain. I pull it out and look down gingerly at my ankles. Suddenly, I can't help it. Tears fall down my cheeks and are absorbed along with the blood, by the towels, I can't help it.
*Skye's P. O. V*
Ok... He's nearly gone... 3... 2... 1... He's gone! Quick, out the back door, before anyone sees you here!
I run around the school, to the back, and across the field and into the woods on the other side.
Ok, safe. Now, to amuse myself for the long hours to come.
*Normal P. O. V*
Skye walked a little way into the woods, until she was out of site, slumped down against a tree and pulled a book (the lord of the rings if you are honestly that interested) out of her bag. She opened it and started reading.
*98 pages, several schizophrenic games of eye-spy and three minutes later*
Skye was bored, and I mean, very, very bored. She kept herself going, however, by telling herself that she would be even more bored in school.
She grabbed her book again and opened it, hoping that Billie Joe was just as bored as her.
***
*Later on, at the Armstrong's house*
"So, are you gonna eat that or not?"
Billie Joe had dumped two bowls of tofu onto two plates and put them in front of himself and Skye, she was looking at it suspiciously.
She nodded, and ate two small bits of tofu, before looking a bit sick and losing whatever appetite that might have been there. She looked like she was going to actually be sick, so Billie Joe grabbed her notepad and pushed it towards her, to give her something else to talk/think about.
"Why did you stop talking?" He asked, trying to move onto a different subject. It worked, Skye grabbed the pen and started scribbling furiously on a blank page, Billie Joe took the time to at more tofu.
She pushed the pad towards him and ran upstairs, grabbing her book off the table as she went.
Billie Joe took the notepad and started reading.
'It wasn't a choice I made. I didn't choose to stop speaking. When I was six I developed a tumor in my voice box, I found it hard to talk, so Mum took me to the hospital, they did a scan and found it. They told Mum it could turn into cancer, but she didn't listen, she didn't believe them.
But the tumor did develop, it did turn into cancer. It started spreading, until I was finding it so hard to talk it was silly that I should talk at all. Then Dad said that he thought I should go to the hospital again, just for a scan, a check up really. But they found the tumor, and it had turned into cancer as predicted.
They told Dad that they could remove the tumor, but the operation could scar my voice box badly. They went ahead with the operation, but about half my voice box had to be removed in order to get the whole tumor out. And afterwards I found it so hard to talk, and my voice was so weak, that I was almost forced to give up talking.
But when Mum and Dad died in the car crash and I was dumped in the shit-hole orphanage, I couldn't see the point in talking, so I didn't, and I've tried talking once or twice recently, but I can't, it's almost impossible for me now. '
*Billie Joe's P. O. V*
I walk upstairs, when the phone rings. So I run downstairs again. I pick up.
"Hello?"
"Hello, is that Mr. Armstrong?"
"Yes."
"This is Sarah Pitford, the schools secretary."
"Yes, and... "
"Well, we just thought you might be interested to know that Skye didn't show up at school today, is there a reason?"
"No, I don't know why that was." Little bugger, I dropped her off at the gates!
"Also it's sports day in two days time and seeing as Skye wasn't here we signed her up for the 100 meters."
"Ok, thank you." I hang up.
*Next day, after school. *
*Skye's P. O. V*
I come in, nearly in tears. Billie Joe isn't home yet, so I can do this.
There's too much pressure on me at school. I've only been there a day, we did three practice runs. So what if I broke their crappy school records? They're expecting me to do so well in the sports day, I was kept out at lunch so that I could train. The sports teacher thinks I have talent. There is no talent, all I'm doing is running.
Then there are those bitches that slapped me at lunch, after 'training' for taking the attention away from them. So what if I stood up for myself? Just because I broke that blond preps nose is no reason to give me a week's worth of detentions.
I need to do something about my running, so I'm doing the only thing I enjoy.
I slide a needle out from the waistband of my skirt, and place my foot on the towels I so thoughtfully put out (with a carpet this white, you'd be stupid not to put towels down. ) I take a deep breath, and puncture the skin, the fleshy part, above my ankle. I smile enjoying the pain.
But this isn't random self-harming, this has a purpose. I push harder on the needle, so it's sticking into the flesh, I don't need to hold t for it to stay in. It hurts and I have to bite back a gasp of pain. I push harder, so It's halfway through the flesh above my heel. Blood is steadily falling, like the tears, which I can't stop. I can't believe I'm doing this to myself.
I push it the rest of the way, but as it goes through the other side I cry out. It hurts so much. Not physically, but mentally. I can't believe I'm never going to have those memories again, those feelings.
I pull it out and blood seeps down my heel. I've done it. I will never be able to run again. Fact; if you push a needle through the flesh above your heel, you lame yourself permanently.
But I have to be on the safe side, I quickly push it through the bit above my other heel, biting back the gasps of pain. I pull it out and look down gingerly at my ankles. Suddenly, I can't help it. Tears fall down my cheeks and are absorbed along with the blood, by the towels, I can't help it.
