Name: Beverly Faith DioneSex: Female
DOB: 6/7
Age: 17
Height: 5'6"
Eye Colour: Brown
Hair Colour: Black
Skin Tone: Peachy
Occupation: Book Keeper at a local book store
Likes: Reading, Book Keeping, animals, her brother
Dislikes: People, being alone, the dark
Living With: Mother, Father, Brother
Personality: Keeps to herself, may seem crazy at times, weak immune system
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A piercing scream echoed through the hallway followed by the voices of men and women encouraging the owner of the screaming to keep going. The screaming woman huffed and puffed, red -- almost purple -- in the face as she clenched her husband's and a nearby nurse's hands. The woman's dark hair was damp with sweat and her forehead was creased with strain as she forced the being out of her womb. The many people in the room stood quietly watching as the doctor and nurses cooed to the soon-to-be-mother. With a final push, the child was released and the doctor at the mother's feet retrieved the baby. The horror on his face was hidden by the mask he wore from the new parents as he cut the umbilical cord and rushed the baby to the nearest nurse. He quickly said very few words to her and she was off to save the drowning baby. When the doctor turned back to the new mother, she was screaming again. The doctor was anticipating this and he resumed his spot, cooing more encouraging words to the mother. Again, the mother was red and out of breath and her grip was turning all their hands white. Soon enough, the second child was born. It hadn't taken as long as the first child, and that worried the doctor. The baby's cry wasn't as loud as he'd expected, but he was glad that the baby made sounds, whereas the other was too silent. The doctor held the baby toward another nurse for cleaning and told the new mother the genders of her babies; a boy and a girl. Praise and excitement filled the room as the first nurse touched the shoulder of the doctor. She leaned in and shared quiet information. The new mother's eyes widened as she stared at the doctor. She didn't need anyone to tell her something was wrong; she could feel in in her heart.
The family waited in the lobby as the new parents stood near a door, watching as the nurses worked on their new son. Tears were streaming silently down the mother's cheeks and into her hands that were stuck to her face. She wasn't a religious woman, but she was praying at this very moment for the sake of her son. The father was clinging closely to his wife with one arm around her tightly, his other hand gripped his brunette hair. Tears were staining the cheeks of the man who never cried.
The nurses suddenly stopped and they looked to the doctor with terrified eyes. They dared not to look in the direction of the new parents. The doctor solemnly walked to the couple, but he needn't say anything. The mother had already collapsed and the father was kneeling down, holding her tightly against him. The doctor had some nurses take her back to her room to rest and the father turned to inform the family that waited eagerly in the lobby. The man's feet dragged and his shoulders slumped, his eyes puffy and red. This man was unknown to the family. He never cried -- even at birth he was silent. This man needn't say anything, either.
Heartbroken, the new father drug his feet to the infant window, peering inside to find his new daughter. He pressed his hands and forehead to the glass, watching the little girl sleep with her stumpy hands above her head. He smiled when she twitched and rubbed her face with her knuckles. He knew twins had some kind of link to each other and he prayed she would be okay.
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Mom and Dad watched through the doorway as their seven-year-old daughter placed stuffed animals down on two of four overturned boxes that surrounded her toy chest. There were four small plastic plates and similar tea cups placed in front of each seat. The girl giggled as she poured imaginary tea in all the cups and sat down on an overturned crate. Her small white nightgown settled around the crate and she picked up her cup and took a sip. "How is your tea, Bun Bun?" She indicated the stuffed brown bunny that stared with endless black eyes. "Good! How about you, Spike?" She eyed the stuffed porcupine and giggled. "Well, why didn't you say so? Here!" She reached over and pretended to put sugar in the cup in front of the porcupine. Her head jerked to her right and her brown eyes glared at the empty seat beside her. "That wasn't nice, Ty!" The parents looked at each other with the same question in mind. "You don't have to play with me if you don't want to. I didn't ask you to play with me." She stuck her tongue out and took another sip of air. Her eyes slipped to the doorway and a smile crossed her face. She had a missing front tooth and it made both parents' hearts melt. "Mommy, Daddy! Wanta join me?" The parents shook their heads and laughed at their daughter as she went back to her tea party. "You should be more nice, Ty. You're so mean to Bun Bun and Spike."
"Alright, Beverly, it's time for bed." Dad finally said, his heart aching a little at the name Ty. He strode over to the little girl and lifted her into his arms. She giggled as he twirled her around twice and fell onto her soft purple bed covers. He kissed her forehead as Mom gathered the toys and placed them on the bed beside her daughter. The parents said goodnight and shut the light off. Mom was close to shutting the door when the little girl squealed.
"Don't shut the door!"
"There's nothing here that will get you, honey." Mom soothed, but the trembling girl under the covers was not convinced. Without another word, Mom left the door wide open for the little girl. Several seconds later, the parents were getting their bed ready to sleep in when they heard their daughter whispering. They stopped moving and listened carefully.
"I know, it was a close call... No way! It's too scary! What are you talking about? You're scared, too!" She paused a second and then giggled softly. "Yeah...right..." At that her voice faded and her breaths were slow and even. The adults looked at each other.
"It's normal for children to have imaginary friends, dear." Dad assured her.
"Named Tyler, Aaron?" Mom frowned. They got into bed as a pang hit their hearts and they fell silent for a moment.
"Named Ty, honey..." And nothing else was said.
Sunday morning the parents peered into the girl's bedroom and horror struck their faces. The girl was sitting on the ground with her head in her hands. The bunny and the porcupine lay decapitated out in front of her, their heads nowhere to be found. White stuffing surrounded Beverly as her shoulders shook with sobs. "Beverly!" The mom ran in and touched the girl's shoulders "Beverly, how could you do such a thing?" The girl shook her head.
"It wasn't me, Mommy! Ty did it! I don't know how he did it, but he did it!" The mom looked to her husband.
"Honey, Ty isn't real. He couldn't do anything like this..."
"But it was him! He made me do it!" The parents gave each other worried looks. She was not going to give this up.
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The first week of fifth grade seemed to drag on what with all the supply shopping and homework on top of that. Beverly was relieved when the weekend started, but it had come and gone too quickly for her taste. It was now Tuesday and recess was in session but Beverly's interests weren't outside with these kids. She leaned against the school wall and watched the screaming kids that ran and climbed around the playground equipment. She'd rather be in the library reading a book that was above her level. She kicked the dirt she was standing in and a little cloud of dust rose and slowly fell back into place. With a sigh, she brushed out her white dress and pressed her hands to her hot head. The summer sun was beginning to irritate her and her black hair wasn't helping that matter. "What's wrong, Bev?" Beverly roller her eyes at the boy's voice that only she could hear. "Ty, I told you we can't speak to each other in public anymore, remember?" She whispered after glancing around to make sure no one was looking in her direction. "I know. You just look...lonely." She couldn't help but smile as she dug her shoe into the dirt. If only Ty were real. "I'm not lonely -- I have you, silly."
"What you say?" Beverly's eyes shot up at a boy who was glaring at her with bright blue eyes that were almost hidden by his curly orange hair. She only stared as he walked up to her, three friends following closely behind. Beverly noticed he had freckles sprawled out over his face, mostly over his nose. She laughed inwardly. In a story, this type of kid would be the one getting bullied -- not the other way around. "Whatcha smilin' about?" Her grin faded and her eyes stared at the ground. "Hello? Earth to weirdo!" He was close enough now that he reached over and knocked on her head.
"Do something, Bev! Knock him over" But Beverly couldn't do anything. She didn't want to. Then her arms jutted out in front of her, shoving the boy hard in the chest. He stumbled backwards, but caught his balance and his hands balled up into fists. He shoved her back and she hit the wall, falling onto her knees. The other kids made a shield around the two quarreling children. It wasn't a very good shield, but none of the teachers seemed to notice. The boy grabbed a fistful of Beverly's hair and yanked her up. His foot swung toward her and she cringed as her body became numb before his foot made any contact. When it did, she felt nothing and her hands clamped around the boy's foot and yanked him sideways. Her head was jerked around as the orange haired boy never let go of her when he hit the ground. "Get away from me!" It had sounded like her voice at first, but she didn't say it. She had no control over herself while she bit down on the boy's arm. He shrieked and released her as the other kids started to join in but her body seemed to be stronger than she had anticipated. By the time the teachers showed up, there was only one boy left standing and he was in a headlock. When one of the teachers pulled them apart, Beverly wasn't numb anymore and she fell to her knees while hissing as a wave of pain hit her. She looked at her hands, then at the boys around her that a few teachers were observing and barking orders. An old boney hand wrapped around her upper arm and lifted her to her feet. The elderly teacher dragged Beverly toward the school entrance as she stared behind her at what she had just done. No, she didn't do it. She wasn't going to believe that she could do such a thing. The doors shut behind her, blocking her view of the battlefield. "How did you..." Her voice trailed off and the teacher gave a grunt of disapproval as she lead her into the principal's office.
The principal was a short, plump man with a big bald spot at the top of his head and brown hair that stuck out a few inches around the bald spot. His dark blue eyes bore into Beverly as he stared her down through his round glasses that constantly fell down his fat nose. He sat still in his chair with his hands folded neatly in front of him on the desk. She didn't like him that much. The door behind her opened and she looked over the wooden chair at her father as he strolled in. He looked at Beverly and her eyes fell to her hands in her lap, a look of horror messing up her pretty little face. The father's heart sank and he frowned as he sat down in the chair next to hers. The principal explained what happened and Beverly answered questions when she was asked them. The father was in shock. He had never thought Beverly to be the fighting type and taking out four boys all by herself surprised him. But anger wasn't what the father was feeling. Sure, her mother would be angry, but he was proud. His daughter could defend herself and that's all that mattered to him. The principal dismissed them, giving her a three-day suspension and a warning not to do it again. The secretly proud father took his daughter's hand and lead her to the truck to take her to the nearest ice cream parlor. The girl looked shocked as he handed her a sherbert filled waffle cone. "B-but, I..." She looked up at her father with innocent eyes. He smiled and payed for the cones before ruffling her hair.
"Honey, I'm not mad at you -- I'm proud of you. You beat up those bullies all by yourself and that tells me that you can stand up for yourself." He lead her outside to sit on one of the benches. "Good, job, sweetie." But Beverly couldn't smile. She knew she didn't do it, but she was pinned with it anyway and she was angry with Ty at the moment.
"You're welcome..."
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