Monday, 18 June 2012

The War Inside My Sister, prolouge

I'm doing another blog.
Yes, another.
Ahem, but anyway, I read something the other night that's inspired me to do this.
Here we go.

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I sat quietly on the bench, waiting. I twiddled my thumbs, for no reason. After what seemed a while, I glanced up at the clock above the door. It had been one hour. One hour I had sat there, twiddling my thumbs. I stuffed my hands in my pockets and went up to the lady behind the counter.
"Excuse me." I said, my voice small.
She looked at me.
"Yes sweetie, what would you like?"
"I want to know when my mummy and daddy and big sister will be done with the doctor."
She smiled.
"Do you know which doctor they are seeing?" She asked.
I shook my head, "No."
She thought for a moment. Then said,
"Whats your big sisters name?"
"Its Cassandra. But I call her Cassie."
She nodded and stood up.
"I checked the computer, come with me and we will go find them."
Before she continued, I asked,
"What's your name?"
She smiled,
"It's Molly, what's yours?"
"I'm Emily." I stuck out my hand.
Molly shook it.
"A pleasure to meet you."
She guided me down the corridor, talking a little bit about herself. She was eighteen, nineteen in a month. Molly had her own home that she shared with her best friend. They had two cats and one dog. When she asked me about myself, I stuttered a bit. Then I told her.
I was eight, nine in four months. I was extremely small for my age but smarter then the average eight year old. I already knew how to divide and I knew a tiny bit of algebra. When I said that, she stared at me. She asked how I knew that stuff. I told her about my dad being a maths teacher and how he taught me.
She laughed at that.
After turning a corner, we came to a door.
Dr. Melissa Farring
Molly pushed it open, revealing a gleaming office. It had an oak desk in the centre of the room, so shiny that you could see your reflection. Behind the desk sat an old lady. Her hair was black, turning white with age. Her glasses were a shiny gold. In front of her were three people. My parents and my sister.
"Dr. Farring, this is Emily."
She just nodded.
My mum stood up and whispered something in Dr. Farring's ear that I could not hear. When she turned to me, did I notice something was wrong. Her cheeks glistened with tears and her eyes were puffy from crying. Dad and Cassie didn't turn.
My mum guided me out into the corridor and the moment we saw a bench, mum made me sit. I tried to work out what was wrong, but her eyes were to moist to see. She smiled a weak smile.
"Mum," I asked, "What's wrong?"
She sighed, then began.
"Honey, have you heard of depression?"
I shook my head.
"Well, it's like this. You know the movies when you're trapped on a deserted island? And you start to go mad and hope for a way out? It's a bit like that."
I still didn't understand fully.
Like she knew that, she continued.
"Depression is when you are trapped inside yourself. You're still the same, but not at the same time. Do you understand?"
I spoke,
"Not really."
"Well, I'm not going any further on that. But Cassie has depression."
She tried to hold in the tears, but they came anyway. It started with quite sobbing, then mum cried. I nearly cried as well. I hugged her. She hugged me back.
"You will find out the rest when your older, not now." She whispered into my ear.
"I can wait." I whispered back.
Before I knew it, we were heading home. Back to my sanctuary where I can think this over.

Please tell me what you think. I hope it's good.
The title, up there, is called The War Inside My Sister.
Its the prolouge.


  1. I'm depressed... when my mood swings take me round that place
    Depressed and mood swings. I'm a pyscologists gold mine

    Anywho, it's good

    1. Nix, do you go to a psycologist? My (kinda) friend has depression and he has to take drugs, etcetera. It's not nice.

  2. Anyhow, Missy, lovely, deliciously deliteful. Sounds excellent, continue.