Silence - Chapter 1
For the past four years it has been well known at Weatherfield College that she was gay. Some feared her and others hated her, most took it upon themselves to break her more and more each day. She only had three true friends. Chesney, Katie, and her sister Rosie, the four had been friends for years. Knowing that everyone at school besides them, hated her hurt more and more each day as the comments got worse and so did the physical abuse. She didn't let it show, not until she was safely tucked up in her bed, where she let the tears flow until she fell asleep.
"Sophie!" Her name being yelled from the front of the classroom broke her from her daydream as she glanced up at her teacher he pointed at the board to indicate to take notes she gave a small nod. When the teacher turned back around she started to copy from the board. It wasn't that she didn't pay attention in class, she loved writing, and reading for that matter. She had notebooks at home filled with her thoughts, song ideas, drawings and sketches, books of fantasy worlds with wonderful, powerful beings; vampires, witches, pixies, you name it she had it.
The bell rang and Sophie ran out of her class going straight to the fire escape leading to the roof. If she got there in time she wouldn't be seen by Ryan and his footballer mates or Tamsin and her barbie girls. Running to the door and opening it she ran up the steps and sat on the edge of the building, grabbing her lunch out her bag.
Sitting on the roof of the building away from everyone else; she felt safe, like nothing could touch her, she felt powerful watching the world go round whilst she sat and watched, she found it rather beautiful. thinking about it brought a mist to her eyes as she quickly blinked to hold back the impending tears, not because of the makeup, she doesn't wear makeup, all it did was hide what's underneath, it would still be there day after day, with or without makeup she knew she'd never be as beautiful as other girls.
When school was over she ran to her sister's flat. Rosie took her in when her mum disowned her and her dad tried to 'beat the gay away'. When her parents found out she was gay her mum screamed the house down and demanded Kevin beat it out of her. Her sister Rosie took her in and treated her like her own daughter. It didn't bother her that Sophie was gay and even 'talked' to her about girls. The moment she opened the door to the house she put her bag on the floor and went to the kitchen to grab a snack.
Walking out the kitchen with a bag of Monster Munch she caught part of a phone call Rosie was having on her way down stairs with her phone pinned to her ear in happily.
“What? Oh that's awesome! I’ll be there ASAP!" Rosie squealed ending the call before jumping on the step and smiling widely at Sophie.
Rosie was brunette, much like Sophie, she had turquoise eyes and plush red lips. Sophie was the only one in the family that had blue eyes. Rosie looked over at her and sighed. It was her day off and they couldn't do the shoot without her. Rosie closed her eyes for a minute pinching the bridge of her nose thinking of what to do. Then she looked at the 19 year old standing there putting a Monster Munch in her mouth.
"Soph. I'm sorry babes, but we have to go to the studio. They just got me a new model! Would you mind sitting on the sofa in the office or something, maybe read a Heat mag?"
She nodded and ate the rest of her crisps. When she was younger she talked none stop, even through when her being gay spread throughout collage and the bullying began, but what really silenced her was the night she told her parents. She still nodded and made hand gestures to what she wanted, but she wouldn't speak. The doctor said that she was suffering from Elective Mutism (Refusal to talk despite being able to.). And with that she became extremely shy and closed off from the world.
At first she refused to acknowledge anyone around her, Rosie thinking she must have gone death screamed in her ear one time, scaring the girl to death and earning a slap across the face. Ever since then she started going with Rosie to her studio and watching all the models pose for shoots, Rosie being the one behind the camera for a change. She began to relax around the company of the studio, there was only 3 people there and the models that worked were only there for the money and not socializing, so it really wasn't much, but it was a start. There was Rosie the photographer, who she was the most comfortable with out of everyone, there was Tina the secretary/organizer who always started up a friendly conversation and Graeme the technician who sat and chat about the models every now and then with her.
She picked up her bag from the door and went to the car in the driveway with Rosie, sitting in the passenger seat she buckled herself in, Rosie did the same then drove them to the studio. She watched the trees pass by and started to get a dreamy look on her face when she noticed how close they were to the studio. Rosie glanced at her and shook her head. Rosie couldn't understand how her own sister could be so open with her but so closed off with the world. But didn't once complain or push her against her will.
"Right then babes, here we are." Rosie said as she got out the car.
She got out of the car as quickly as she could grabbing her bag and rushed up the stairs and into the studio. Rosie owned the studio and when ever anyone new was joining she had to be professional and formally welcome them.
Rosie had matured a lot over the years to help her, working as a model and paying for the studio for her services in the process of doing so Rosie found a passion in photography. She was proud of her sister, she would never of thought she'd see the day her sister was behind the camera instead of in front of it.
“I'll come get you in a bit babes.” Rosie smiled leaned over and kissed her sister on the forehead, she gave a nod and walked into the office as she lied down on the sofa and drifted off to sleep.
"Sophie!" Her name being yelled from the front of the classroom broke her from her daydream as she glanced up at her teacher he pointed at the board to indicate to take notes she gave a small nod. When the teacher turned back around she started to copy from the board. It wasn't that she didn't pay attention in class, she loved writing, and reading for that matter. She had notebooks at home filled with her thoughts, song ideas, drawings and sketches, books of fantasy worlds with wonderful, powerful beings; vampires, witches, pixies, you name it she had it.
The bell rang and Sophie ran out of her class going straight to the fire escape leading to the roof. If she got there in time she wouldn't be seen by Ryan and his footballer mates or Tamsin and her barbie girls. Running to the door and opening it she ran up the steps and sat on the edge of the building, grabbing her lunch out her bag.
Sitting on the roof of the building away from everyone else; she felt safe, like nothing could touch her, she felt powerful watching the world go round whilst she sat and watched, she found it rather beautiful. thinking about it brought a mist to her eyes as she quickly blinked to hold back the impending tears, not because of the makeup, she doesn't wear makeup, all it did was hide what's underneath, it would still be there day after day, with or without makeup she knew she'd never be as beautiful as other girls.
When school was over she ran to her sister's flat. Rosie took her in when her mum disowned her and her dad tried to 'beat the gay away'. When her parents found out she was gay her mum screamed the house down and demanded Kevin beat it out of her. Her sister Rosie took her in and treated her like her own daughter. It didn't bother her that Sophie was gay and even 'talked' to her about girls. The moment she opened the door to the house she put her bag on the floor and went to the kitchen to grab a snack.
Walking out the kitchen with a bag of Monster Munch she caught part of a phone call Rosie was having on her way down stairs with her phone pinned to her ear in happily.
“What? Oh that's awesome! I’ll be there ASAP!" Rosie squealed ending the call before jumping on the step and smiling widely at Sophie.
Rosie was brunette, much like Sophie, she had turquoise eyes and plush red lips. Sophie was the only one in the family that had blue eyes. Rosie looked over at her and sighed. It was her day off and they couldn't do the shoot without her. Rosie closed her eyes for a minute pinching the bridge of her nose thinking of what to do. Then she looked at the 19 year old standing there putting a Monster Munch in her mouth.
"Soph. I'm sorry babes, but we have to go to the studio. They just got me a new model! Would you mind sitting on the sofa in the office or something, maybe read a Heat mag?"
She nodded and ate the rest of her crisps. When she was younger she talked none stop, even through when her being gay spread throughout collage and the bullying began, but what really silenced her was the night she told her parents. She still nodded and made hand gestures to what she wanted, but she wouldn't speak. The doctor said that she was suffering from Elective Mutism (Refusal to talk despite being able to.). And with that she became extremely shy and closed off from the world.
At first she refused to acknowledge anyone around her, Rosie thinking she must have gone death screamed in her ear one time, scaring the girl to death and earning a slap across the face. Ever since then she started going with Rosie to her studio and watching all the models pose for shoots, Rosie being the one behind the camera for a change. She began to relax around the company of the studio, there was only 3 people there and the models that worked were only there for the money and not socializing, so it really wasn't much, but it was a start. There was Rosie the photographer, who she was the most comfortable with out of everyone, there was Tina the secretary/organizer who always started up a friendly conversation and Graeme the technician who sat and chat about the models every now and then with her.
She picked up her bag from the door and went to the car in the driveway with Rosie, sitting in the passenger seat she buckled herself in, Rosie did the same then drove them to the studio. She watched the trees pass by and started to get a dreamy look on her face when she noticed how close they were to the studio. Rosie glanced at her and shook her head. Rosie couldn't understand how her own sister could be so open with her but so closed off with the world. But didn't once complain or push her against her will.
"Right then babes, here we are." Rosie said as she got out the car.
She got out of the car as quickly as she could grabbing her bag and rushed up the stairs and into the studio. Rosie owned the studio and when ever anyone new was joining she had to be professional and formally welcome them.
Rosie had matured a lot over the years to help her, working as a model and paying for the studio for her services in the process of doing so Rosie found a passion in photography. She was proud of her sister, she would never of thought she'd see the day her sister was behind the camera instead of in front of it.
“I'll come get you in a bit babes.” Rosie smiled leaned over and kissed her sister on the forehead, she gave a nod and walked into the office as she lied down on the sofa and drifted off to sleep.