"You stupid little bitch!" Screamed Sydney's mother Carol as a half finished cigarette perched out from misplaced rotten teeth of an aging bitter woman.
"How dare you come into this house and expect to sleep here without bringing me some fucking cigarettes!" She continued, her angered bitter gaze focused down upon Sydney before reaching down and grabbing Sydney's own pack of cigarettes from her pocket. "Ah! here we go.. Got nothing to say? Fine, get the fuck out." She'd say in a condescending manner before spitting on Sydney and walking off towards her husband who was reclined back in his chair with a needle in his arm.
Sydney was used to this, she didn't say a word, not a single peep as she knew that it would just make things worse for her and probably her brother Joel.
She turned away, eyes puffy and red as she battled to hold back the sadness and fear that had built up within her, the anxiety and the aggression she had been fighting for so long, she wanted to escape this reality and this treatment but she couldn't leave her brother, this was the only thing binding her to this place.
Joel, her twin brother is a sensitive, quiet guy with a bitter, brutal edge. The product of being forced to "be a man" by his father who believes that punching and punishing his son is the way to shape him into an adult accepted by society that cannot be pushed around, yet Joel is smart enough to see past his fathers ruse, and Sydney is a close and important person to him also.
Walking out of the house she immediately pressed her hand through the confines of her top to reach down into her bra to pull out what would appear to be an emergency cigarette and a lighter; closing her eyes slightly she would take the moment to wipe the wetness from her tender red eyes followed by an audible whimper and a sniffle of her nose. Stick a cigarette into her mouth she'd light it up before taking in a deep inhale of sweet nicotine to calm her nerves.
Looking down at her Casio watch she let's out an audible "Shit" causing her to start pace out of possibly the worst housing estate in the entire town. Quickening her pace she'd make her way into the center of Boca Diablo, her eyes focusing upon the familiar sight of Jackson Smiths Statue, she was starting to get tired of seeing the same statue over and over but it was better than nothing within the boring lifeless town. Nearing her destination a few friends and acquiescence, including her ex-boyfriend Jason Moore walked past her, usually Sydney was one for giving small waves and smiles but the run in with her mother dragged her down into a depressive stooper with her eyes focused upon the floor, she wasn't one for talking today.. At-least not to the right person.
Walking into the white room, she sat down on a familiar chair, feeling the eyes upon her, judging her, questioning her.
"This is our Third Session now Sydney, I think that since we've got past some of your mood triggers and problems as well as medication I can get to know you better, how does that sound?" Doctor Kathleen says to her in a soothing voice, trying to make things comfortable.
"Sure, whatever." Sydney replied with her eyes still bitter and red from previous tears now begging to dry as time moved on.
"So, Sidney, You are a student correct? What is your favorite subjects and what do you hope to do when you leave, also I think I remember you mentioning that you also have a part time job on the side, right?" The doctor asked curiously, waiting for a reply.
Looking withdrawn and distant, Sydney decided to roll with it and make as much use of the session as she could before having to leave for work afterwards. "Yeah.. I'm in Eleventh Grade, Not going to lie I don't really enjoy any of it apart from music and sound design, I uh.. Play guitar and I suppose that my love for music sort of carried on over to my job, I work over at Riley's Records, It isn't bad I guess, I get free tapes for working there so I can't complain." Sydney would explain, a faint small smile appearing on her lips upon mentioning music.
"Ah, I see, you seem happy when you talk about music, perhaps you should use music as a way to improve your mood, music is something that many other people use to get through bad times." The doctor would explain.
"Yeah.." Sydney would say simply, her mind racing back to her childhood and the first time that she experienced music. Things seemed different then, her parents were different, this was before all the drugs and abuse, it seemed like the drugs warped the minds of her parents, changed them into monsters and beasts that shall never change their ways. The feeling of her hands hand against hers, the sounds of laughter, giggling and fairground music, what was this? When was this? Wha-
"Sidney, Sidney? You look really distant today-