A/N:
Sorry that I haven't updated in a while. I'm really busy with end of the year tests... 😞😞 please forgive me...
~Abrielle~
I was still sitting on the couch watching tv until I was interrupted by my phone. I reached over to the table, not taking my eyes off the screen, and answer it. Putting it between my shoulder and ear, I pick up the remote and start channel surfing.
"Helloooo! This is Abrielle!"
"Hey Abrielle!" A familiar, tired sounding voice said.
"Hey Pyo. How's work?"
"Busy. Hows things going at the house?"
"Good. Skye left to get coffee."
I was still flicking through the channels and I stopped at an Anime In Demand channel.
"I didn't know we had this..." I mumbled.
"Had what?"
"Oh nothing I was just talking to myself."
"Oh haha. But doesn't Skye go to get coffee whenever it's later on in the day or when everyone is at the house? It gets loud when everyone is there... I noticed that she goes out and returns with a cup of coffee."
"I haven't notice... If so, then what is she doing over there?"
I was just about to play the first episode of Hellsing until the front door opens and a shadow stumbles it's way into the house.
"I think it's Skye." I told Pyo.
I stood up from the couch and walked over to see who was there. Sure enough, Skye was walking in and closing the door behind her.
"I'll call you back." I said as I hung up.
I walked over to her and greeted her with a smile.
"How was the cafe?"
She shoves the cup of coffee at me and I grabbed it before she lets go and it spills everywhere. She keeps her head hung low as she starts walking upstairs.
"Skye! I'm talking to you!"
"I don't want to talk right now. I'm going to bed."
I look at the time on my phone: 2:52. Something is up with her and being a friend, I'm going to find out. I climb the stairs after her.
"Skye... bitte sprich mit mir." (Skye... Talk to me please.)
She freezes. After a while she starts to make noises that sounds like her crying. We have a system. If something's serious, one of us has to start the conversation. If it doesn't work we usually switch to German for a private talk wether we are around people or not. (My family does that... But it's in Spanish and it annoys me... Ugh!)
"Ich will nicht zu Abrielle sprechen. Lass es gehen Sie bitte..." (I don't want to talk Abrielle. Let it go please.)
I grab her arm and pull her into her room. Shutting the door behind me, I let out a sigh.
"Seine offensichtlich besser, wenn Sie darüber reden. Ich werde, egal was zu hören. Wir sind Familie." (Its obviously better if you talk about it. I'll listen no matter what. We're family.)
She sits on the edge of her bed and explains the situation. I felt bad. She loves him so much but she can't talk to him or even look at him without crying.
"Ich dachte, dass er über Sie und Jonghyun vergessen?" (I thought he forgot about you and Jonghyun?")
"Fühlte sich an wie." (Felt like it.)
"Es tut mir leid." (I'm sorry.)
She puts a smile on and scratches the back of her head.
"Es ist vollbracht und über mit. Haha, ich bin ganz gut." (It's done and over with. Haha, I'm all good.)
"Are you sure?" I asked with all seriousness.
"A hundred percent!"
I nod and leave her in her room. I think she feels better now. At least she talked to me about it. Maybe it helped.
~Skye~
It didn't help at all. I just feel worse now. Like I'm the one who caused all of this with my dad and I. I fall backwards onto my bed and stare at the ceiling. My right hand moved it's way to the hair tie around my left wrist and started snapping it over and over again in attempt to cause pain. Im the feeling was sent through my body, also sending shivers down my spine. After a while my wrist started to become numb. I looked at it and it was red and swollen with red dots all over. I sigh and run my hand through my long brown hair.
"Time to switch." I said as I took the hair tie off of my swollen wrist and put it on my unharmed one.
I continued to do the same. Back and forth the hair tie went, from one to the other. When things get bad I usually snap a rubber band on my wrist or something. I can't cause permanent harm to myself. Like cutting wrists. I couldn't do something like that. Whenever I'm in a mood I just lock myself in my room, read, sleep, or snap a band. (Tips if anyone is going through depression. Tbh I've never been depressed, only mad.) I sit up in bed and pulled a book out of the small black book shelf in the corner of the room right next to my bed.
"Dead Silent." I read out loud. "Little Dal was an orphan. She remembered morbid things she saw when she was 7 years of age. One day Dal was looking for her mother. Off to her mothers room she went. When she tried turning the knob it wouldn't budge. Locked. Dal looked through the key hole and saw something that would forever stay with her. Dal's mother was never seen again and her father went missing. On Dal's 8th birthday she gets adopted by a lady and man who looked just like her past parent. Months later the same thing happened. Mother died, dad went missing. She goes through this cycle every year. Until, on her 14th birthday she was adopted again. She was determined to take matters into her own hands. Dal is forever different." I read.
I sigh and put the book back.
"Obviously, Dal kills and the reason why she finds her mother killed is because when ever her mom is being killed and the killer obviously covers her mouth. Dal is forced to go through this until it happens to her and her child watches as she gets killed. Then it's a never ending cycle. I've read to many books like this one." I said as I put the book back on the shelf.
"Ding!"
I looked in the direction of where the sound came from and my phone had a notification on the screen. I picked it up and unlocked my phone, revealing a text from Abrielle.
Abrielle:
I made dinner. If your hungry just come down and the food will be in the dining room.
My stomach rumbles, signifying it's hunger.
"I suppose food will do me some good."
And with that I went downstairs and into the kitchen, only to be greeted by the delicious scent of homemade tacos.
