SpygirlAmy
Cadet
Hi everyone!
this is my first fic so please be nice ^_^ i wrote it a while ago and completely forgot about it!
i want to say a huge thank you to Trish ( Ms.MichaelVaughn ) who encouraged me to post this and also came up with the name for the fic, so to say thank you this Fic is dedicated to Trish! Thank you so much sweetie!!
i hope you all enjoy it!
i will try and post the next chapter on friday!
all reviews welcome
enjoy!
Amy xx
Chapter 1
Syd’s POV
My dad is going on another ‘business trip,’ leaving me at home, alone again. This time he would be gone for 6 months. For 6 months I wont hear from him, because he is unable to contact me, as he is working on an important and private deal with one of his clients.
“You know what…every time you left and walked out the door, to go away on one of your stupid trips…when I was little I would cry, because I didn’t want you to leave …there was a time as I grew up that I envied you being able to leave, to come and go as you please. But now…the truth is…if you walked out that door and never came back I wouldn’t shed a tear, I wouldn’t think anything of it, because I have gotten so used to it… and not just that if you did leave now, I wouldn’t even care, it wouldn’t bother me if I never saw you again. In fact I would be better off. I wouldn’t have to deal with the small talk and spending time with you when you decide to come home.”
I stand there with a stern expression on my face that rivalled my fathers “just get out dad” he turned to leave but I stopped him “oh and by the way don’t expect me to be here when you get back, I’m moving out, that way you wont have to bother about me…Good bye dad.” With that he turned and left slamming the door behind him.
I walked to the door and broke down, tears streaming down my face. I can no longer hold it in. He left; I thought maybe he would at least say something, anything. But he didn’t. He just left. Just like always. I lay down by the door and cry until I have no tears left.
I woke up at about 3am that morning still on the floor, my eyes still puffy and red. I no that I wouldn’t be getting any more sleep tonight, so I decide to get up and start the day. I get up and go to the kitchen and get myself a glass of water. It’s the start of another summer’s day and the sun is coming up between the clouds; I can see the sun rising through the window. I put my glass down on the counter and walk outside.
I stand there still looking out to the sunset letting the light breeze pass over my body. I start to think about a passage I once read in one of my mother’s books, which she gave to me before she died:
Up in the sky beyond the safeness of earth is clam
Tranquillity, a place where people can look and feel completely relaxed
A place where people look just so that they
Can look at something other than what they have to look at every day
The sky changes everyday, its never the same, it always changes,
It appears to be free,
Far beyond what people can get when faced with reality
The sky is free to change its colours whenever it wants
We are restricted as humans to do what we want,
We can’t just change over night
We can only change over time
But as long as the sky continues to change,
And the world continues to turn,
People will continue to change.
I feel a single tear slide down my cheek. “I wish I was as free as the sky,” I say softly to myself. I wished that my father had the ability to change; however I should know by now that that was an impossible wish. I stand there for what seems like hours until I realise the sun is now high in the sky. I wipe the tears from my cheeks with the sleeve of my jumper, and turn around and go back inside. As I close the door I sees my reflection in the glass, I’m horrified by what I see. My cheeks are stained and I still have the clothes on which I wore yesterday. I let my father cause me this much pain. But from that moment on I vow “never again.” With that I turned and went upstairs to have a shower.
I stepped into the shower cubical and turned it on. I stand there and let the water cascade over my body, cleansing me. Washing away all the hurt and betrayal.
I stand there and think about my mum. How I wish she were still here. She would never walk away and leave. More tears started to form in my eyes. I take a deep breath, turn off the shower and step out, getting ready to face this new day.
By 1 O’clock that afternoon I had packed up all of my belongings. I laughed at how simple it was to pack up what had become my life. Material possessions, which help to define who you are, things, which show people your personality, but those things cannot make you into the person you are, they cannot shape your personality, they merely reflect it.
I walk down stairs and take one last look at the life I had known since I was born. With one last look I turn and leave. As I walk towards my car, I take a deep breath and prepare myself for this new beginning.
hope you liked! dont forget your reviews!!
this is my first fic so please be nice ^_^ i wrote it a while ago and completely forgot about it!
i want to say a huge thank you to Trish ( Ms.MichaelVaughn ) who encouraged me to post this and also came up with the name for the fic, so to say thank you this Fic is dedicated to Trish! Thank you so much sweetie!!
i hope you all enjoy it!
i will try and post the next chapter on friday!
all reviews welcome
enjoy!
Amy xx
Chapter 1
Syd’s POV
My dad is going on another ‘business trip,’ leaving me at home, alone again. This time he would be gone for 6 months. For 6 months I wont hear from him, because he is unable to contact me, as he is working on an important and private deal with one of his clients.
“You know what…every time you left and walked out the door, to go away on one of your stupid trips…when I was little I would cry, because I didn’t want you to leave …there was a time as I grew up that I envied you being able to leave, to come and go as you please. But now…the truth is…if you walked out that door and never came back I wouldn’t shed a tear, I wouldn’t think anything of it, because I have gotten so used to it… and not just that if you did leave now, I wouldn’t even care, it wouldn’t bother me if I never saw you again. In fact I would be better off. I wouldn’t have to deal with the small talk and spending time with you when you decide to come home.”
I stand there with a stern expression on my face that rivalled my fathers “just get out dad” he turned to leave but I stopped him “oh and by the way don’t expect me to be here when you get back, I’m moving out, that way you wont have to bother about me…Good bye dad.” With that he turned and left slamming the door behind him.
I walked to the door and broke down, tears streaming down my face. I can no longer hold it in. He left; I thought maybe he would at least say something, anything. But he didn’t. He just left. Just like always. I lay down by the door and cry until I have no tears left.
I woke up at about 3am that morning still on the floor, my eyes still puffy and red. I no that I wouldn’t be getting any more sleep tonight, so I decide to get up and start the day. I get up and go to the kitchen and get myself a glass of water. It’s the start of another summer’s day and the sun is coming up between the clouds; I can see the sun rising through the window. I put my glass down on the counter and walk outside.
I stand there still looking out to the sunset letting the light breeze pass over my body. I start to think about a passage I once read in one of my mother’s books, which she gave to me before she died:
Up in the sky beyond the safeness of earth is clam
Tranquillity, a place where people can look and feel completely relaxed
A place where people look just so that they
Can look at something other than what they have to look at every day
The sky changes everyday, its never the same, it always changes,
It appears to be free,
Far beyond what people can get when faced with reality
The sky is free to change its colours whenever it wants
We are restricted as humans to do what we want,
We can’t just change over night
We can only change over time
But as long as the sky continues to change,
And the world continues to turn,
People will continue to change.
I feel a single tear slide down my cheek. “I wish I was as free as the sky,” I say softly to myself. I wished that my father had the ability to change; however I should know by now that that was an impossible wish. I stand there for what seems like hours until I realise the sun is now high in the sky. I wipe the tears from my cheeks with the sleeve of my jumper, and turn around and go back inside. As I close the door I sees my reflection in the glass, I’m horrified by what I see. My cheeks are stained and I still have the clothes on which I wore yesterday. I let my father cause me this much pain. But from that moment on I vow “never again.” With that I turned and went upstairs to have a shower.
I stepped into the shower cubical and turned it on. I stand there and let the water cascade over my body, cleansing me. Washing away all the hurt and betrayal.
I stand there and think about my mum. How I wish she were still here. She would never walk away and leave. More tears started to form in my eyes. I take a deep breath, turn off the shower and step out, getting ready to face this new day.
By 1 O’clock that afternoon I had packed up all of my belongings. I laughed at how simple it was to pack up what had become my life. Material possessions, which help to define who you are, things, which show people your personality, but those things cannot make you into the person you are, they cannot shape your personality, they merely reflect it.
I walk down stairs and take one last look at the life I had known since I was born. With one last look I turn and leave. As I walk towards my car, I take a deep breath and prepare myself for this new beginning.
hope you liked! dont forget your reviews!! 
