Post by Maryn Livley on Jul 31, 2007 1:36:20 GMT
Maryn held on to the wheelchair as tight as she could. “Maryn, I’m not going to fall out or anything.” Nate protested from the chair. “I know, I know. I’m just nervous is all.” She explained fidgeting a bit as she pushed Nate. Nate sighed. “Why, crazy girl. You’re not the one who is going home for the first time in over a year.” Nate said smiling a bit. “Yea, but I am the one who has missed you for over a year.” She said stroking his bald head with one hand. Nate shook his head. “You shouldn’t have missed me.” He stated. Maryn stopped strolling the wheelchair and walked over to be standing in front of Nathan. “Don’t say that, okay?” She said trying to be nice. “I should have missed you because you’re worth missing. I missed you little brother and so did everyone else.” She said waiting for Nate to nod, which he did. Maryn then nodded curtly and returned to push the wheelchair. “Not Mercy though.” He said nearly silently. Maryn paused for a second, then began pushing again. “Nate.” She said struggling to find the words. “Mercy is..I dunno. Changing personalities?” Maryn sighed. “I sort of feel sorry for her. After all, Mercy has never really stood out in the family.” She explained, but then felt sorry for her words. Even though it was true, it was a bit sad to think about it. Isa and Kenneth had never given Mercy as much attention as the others. Maryn after all was the first born, the witch in the family. That was something Mercy would never understand. Isa was just so proud of Maryn. Nathan was as smart as could be and with his illness, he had been getting a lot of attention. And Tommy was the baby, he needed constant approval. Maryn closed her eyes for a moment still pushing Nate. Was Mercy crying out for help with her actions? What was wrong with Maryn’s baby sister?
“Hey baby!” Isa screeched walking over to fawn over Nathan. Maryn smiled and took a few steps away from her brother and mother. For a moment, it all seemed to be a nice scene in Maryn’s eyes, until she looked everything over more carefully. Isa was hugging Nathan protectively, Kenneth was holding Tommy back from running over and trampling Nate. And Mercy, was in the corner, ignored. Maryn looked her little sister over. She was a short black skirt, a tiny silk emerald cami, and black, shiny boots. What had happened to the girl who used to wear cotton dresses and cardigans while ready a Jane Austin novel in the corner? Was she gone completely? Mercy was eyeing Maryn with a total look of hatred over taking her eyes. Maryn tried to ignore the look her sister was giving her, but it was hard. Maryn adverted her gaze finally and looked to Nate. She went over and hugged him sweetly, then looked to her parents. When Maryn finally looked back to Mercy, she looked away pretending that her older sister didn’t exist. Maryn sighed walking over to her mother. What had she done wrong?
Maryn smiled opening the front door helping Nate walk in. He had only been in a wheelchair at the center since it was policy that all patients be wheeled out. Maryn looked around the familiar brick house, full of the warm tones that Maryn loved so much. She much preferred them to the icy blue coolness of her room, but Maryn didn’t dare say a thing about it since that was Mercy’s idea so long ago. Maryn didn’t feel like opening a can of worms. Maryn loved the look on Nathan’s face. He was home. He was home! After everything Nate had been through, he was home. At some points, Maryn doubted that he would make it. It wasn’t that she wished for him to die, it was that it was hard to imagine the best when you were faced with the worst. But, through all of that, Nate had made it. The whole family followed Nate and Maryn in smiling brightly. Well, all except for Mercy. “C’mon guys. Big celebration dinner in the kitchen.” Isa said smiling. Everyone except for Mercy made their way to the kitchen. Maryn paused as no one seemed to notice that her sister was making her way up the stairs. “Mercy.” She said in a calm tone. “C’mon. Nate is home, he wants you to come. Please Merce?” She asked just wanting to do something nice for her brother. For a moment, Maryn could see the old Mercy. Her eyes seemed on the verge of tears for a moment, until the new Mercy kicked back in. She shook her head finally. “He doesn’t need me. You all don’t need me.” She called stomping up the stairs. Maryn stared up at her confounded.
After dinner, Maryn laid out on her bed reading Mercy’s old, favorite Jane Austin novel, Emma. She couldn’t help but think of Mercy as she read the text. After dinner had ended, Mercy had stomped her way downstairs to speak to her parents. So, Maryn had offered Nate a hand at getting to his room, and then made her way to hers. It was weird. Why was the old novel lying at the top of Mercy’s nightstand? Mercy stashed nearly everything on top of the old piece of furniture. But, it was odd. Maryn was sure that Mercy had given such things up. Maybe, Maryn had been wrong. Suddenly, Mercy burst into the room. “Mum and dad want to see you, now.” She said sternly. Maryn first rolled her eyes and then nodded. She headed to her parent’s room. “Yes?” Maryn asked entering the room. “Umm, Maryn I know that you’ve noticed that Mercy hasn’t been liking it around her lately.” Isa started. Maryn nodded. “I think part of has to do with her knowing that she is defiantly a muggle.” Kenneth said after a moment of pause. “How does she know?” She asked. Isa and Kenneth both sighed. “Hogwarts letters aren’t far away. She just knows. And it makes her feel left out.” Maryn nodded. “So she has asked and we have decided to let her go to..” Kenneth paused eyeing Isa. “New Zealand to live with your Aunt Holly and Uncle Mike.” Maryn eyed her parents waiting for them to say, haha got you. But, it didn’t happen. Maryn eyed the in astonishment. “After a moment, Mercy’s leaving made sense in Maryn’s mind and she came to a conclusion. If actions really did speak louder than words, than Maryn had been ignoring her sister’s actions and her sister, completely.
“Hey baby!” Isa screeched walking over to fawn over Nathan. Maryn smiled and took a few steps away from her brother and mother. For a moment, it all seemed to be a nice scene in Maryn’s eyes, until she looked everything over more carefully. Isa was hugging Nathan protectively, Kenneth was holding Tommy back from running over and trampling Nate. And Mercy, was in the corner, ignored. Maryn looked her little sister over. She was a short black skirt, a tiny silk emerald cami, and black, shiny boots. What had happened to the girl who used to wear cotton dresses and cardigans while ready a Jane Austin novel in the corner? Was she gone completely? Mercy was eyeing Maryn with a total look of hatred over taking her eyes. Maryn tried to ignore the look her sister was giving her, but it was hard. Maryn adverted her gaze finally and looked to Nate. She went over and hugged him sweetly, then looked to her parents. When Maryn finally looked back to Mercy, she looked away pretending that her older sister didn’t exist. Maryn sighed walking over to her mother. What had she done wrong?
Maryn smiled opening the front door helping Nate walk in. He had only been in a wheelchair at the center since it was policy that all patients be wheeled out. Maryn looked around the familiar brick house, full of the warm tones that Maryn loved so much. She much preferred them to the icy blue coolness of her room, but Maryn didn’t dare say a thing about it since that was Mercy’s idea so long ago. Maryn didn’t feel like opening a can of worms. Maryn loved the look on Nathan’s face. He was home. He was home! After everything Nate had been through, he was home. At some points, Maryn doubted that he would make it. It wasn’t that she wished for him to die, it was that it was hard to imagine the best when you were faced with the worst. But, through all of that, Nate had made it. The whole family followed Nate and Maryn in smiling brightly. Well, all except for Mercy. “C’mon guys. Big celebration dinner in the kitchen.” Isa said smiling. Everyone except for Mercy made their way to the kitchen. Maryn paused as no one seemed to notice that her sister was making her way up the stairs. “Mercy.” She said in a calm tone. “C’mon. Nate is home, he wants you to come. Please Merce?” She asked just wanting to do something nice for her brother. For a moment, Maryn could see the old Mercy. Her eyes seemed on the verge of tears for a moment, until the new Mercy kicked back in. She shook her head finally. “He doesn’t need me. You all don’t need me.” She called stomping up the stairs. Maryn stared up at her confounded.
After dinner, Maryn laid out on her bed reading Mercy’s old, favorite Jane Austin novel, Emma. She couldn’t help but think of Mercy as she read the text. After dinner had ended, Mercy had stomped her way downstairs to speak to her parents. So, Maryn had offered Nate a hand at getting to his room, and then made her way to hers. It was weird. Why was the old novel lying at the top of Mercy’s nightstand? Mercy stashed nearly everything on top of the old piece of furniture. But, it was odd. Maryn was sure that Mercy had given such things up. Maybe, Maryn had been wrong. Suddenly, Mercy burst into the room. “Mum and dad want to see you, now.” She said sternly. Maryn first rolled her eyes and then nodded. She headed to her parent’s room. “Yes?” Maryn asked entering the room. “Umm, Maryn I know that you’ve noticed that Mercy hasn’t been liking it around her lately.” Isa started. Maryn nodded. “I think part of has to do with her knowing that she is defiantly a muggle.” Kenneth said after a moment of pause. “How does she know?” She asked. Isa and Kenneth both sighed. “Hogwarts letters aren’t far away. She just knows. And it makes her feel left out.” Maryn nodded. “So she has asked and we have decided to let her go to..” Kenneth paused eyeing Isa. “New Zealand to live with your Aunt Holly and Uncle Mike.” Maryn eyed her parents waiting for them to say, haha got you. But, it didn’t happen. Maryn eyed the in astonishment. “After a moment, Mercy’s leaving made sense in Maryn’s mind and she came to a conclusion. If actions really did speak louder than words, than Maryn had been ignoring her sister’s actions and her sister, completely.
