((I apologize for just how tragic this is. This has been, in Sky’s life, several years in the making. It was time. With all the fun things popping up recently, sorry for such a downer.. but it was necessary. Also sorry for the length! It got longer than even I thought!))
The sun slowly rose, a shaft of light inching its way toward her face. That would normally be her favorite way to wake up – if she were asleep. She had not slept all night, her thin face plagued by dark circles and worry lines that were forming on her forehead far too early for her age. Her stomach churned more than once in the night, making her main activity curling on her side and wishing she would just die. If she died, she wouldn’t have to do what she was about to do. Everyone would just be confused and sad about it…no one would suspect anything was off about her, and all would end well. It’s not like she would be missed by many people or anything..
She shook her head again. Brushed more tears onto the rough pillow. No. She wouldn’t die. Maybe everything would be all right. Maybe everyone will laugh and hug her and accept her and everything would be wonderful. Just maybe.
That hope was strong enough and lasted just long enough to make her limbs move; she got out of bed and quickly dressed. When her eyes drifted over the already packed sack, her pajamas being the only thing missing in it, her stomach fell through the floor again. That was everything she owned: all her clothes, all three pair of them, the money she spirited away and made on the side, and the fingerless gloves that gorgeous barmaid gave her. She quickly shoved the pajamas in, extracting the gloves and putting them on. She never took off her brown scarf or necklace last night, finding no small amount of solace in the gifts from her friends. Friends who knew and were still friends. She walked into the main room.
“Sky, ’bout time you got up.” Her mother smiled warmly and gestured to the leftovers of breakfast on the table: a small bowl of oatmeal. “C’mon now, git goin’ and eat. Gotta git a start on th’ day.”
Ridgley’s ash-brown head popped out from behind the table. “C’mon, Sky! We’s gonna go an’ git some food t’day! Hurry-up!”
Great. Ridgley was home. Sky cleared her throat, hoping her voice didn’t quaver as much as it felt like it did. “Ma.. c’n I talk t’ ya an’ Pa?” She paused, with an intent look to her younger brother. “…Private-like?”