Post by [ ty emerson , on Dec 16, 2008 13:51:22 GMT -5
"hello, ty. it's olivia. mommy let me use her cell phone so i could call you. she says that i can only use it because im such a big girl now. my birthday's in two weeks, did you remember? i'm going to be four years old! mommy told me you couldn't come home for my birthday this year, but that's okay. come and see me this summer, okay? i miss you. bye!"
tyler emerson shook his head and deleted his sister's message. it was so cute whenever she called him, with her little three-year-old lisp that made 'hello' sound like 'hewwo' and her name, olivia, sound like 'owivia'. the way she talked make her seem so much more mature then a girl of barely four years old, but that little lisp reminded him just how old she really was.
it had been almost a year since he'd seen his little sister last. at her birthday last year, he'd managed to sneak away from school for a long weekend so he could be there to celebrate it with her. he'd endured a long weekend of putting up with his son-of-a-bitch step-father, and he didn't even mind it. the look of excitement on his baby sister's face as he'd walked through the door with his suitcase was enough to make up for it. she'd cried when he left; he remembered that part almost as vividly. he hadn't been able to make it to oregon during the summer, as much as he wanted to. and the fact that he wasn't going to be there for olivia's birthday this year made him feel so incredibly, indescribably guilty.
he got to see jeff more often, but he still hadn't seen him since he left for school. it had been a few weeks since his six-year-old left a message on his phone, similar to the one that his sister had just left. jeff's, though, directly asked him to come home more often. "daddy doesn't have time to play catch with me. you have to come home and play!" they'd say. somehow, though, olivia's messages made him feel guiltier than jeff's did. maybe it was because while his sister lived with his mother and step-father in oregon, his brother lived with his father and step-mother in boston, where he lived during the summers. he got to see jeff and play catch with him all summer, while olivia was across the country, most likely spending her days with a nanny and neither of her parents.
he snapped his phone shut and shoved it in the pocket of his jeans and shoved his hand into the pocket of his jacket, replacing his phone with a freshly-opened carton of cigarettes. it was almost unusual to see him smoking a cigarette rather than his usual joint, but he just didn't feel like getting high after recieving that message; he never did after hearing from one of his siblings. they made him feel guilty about that, too; if they knew what he was doing to himself, they surely wouldn't be proud of him.
it was december and freezing, but that never stopped him from walking down to the lake in the middle of the woods. he did this often, just to be alone. occasionally in the past years, there'd be a few people attempting to go ice skating here rather than the crowded skating rink. this year, however, they'd barely gotten snow yet. the ice was just barely frozen over, and no one was stupid enough to try skating here now.
he shivered quickly, and mentally cursed himself for not wearing a jacket. you'd think that, after coming here as often as he did, he'd learn that it got cold. still, he didn't move from his spot on the cold ground by the edge of the frozen lake. no matter how cold he got, it couldn't take away just how peaceful it was here with no one else around. he smoked his cigarette sparingly, gazing out over the lake, and wishing that he hadn't neglected to take his camera.
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