The Dark Secrets

Being an only child was a big drama for Wryly. She had no one to tell her stories to, well, no one that could keep those stories a secret, and no one that she could completely trust. A sibling was what she had always asked for; when she blew out the candles on all 17 of her birthday cakes, whenever she found an eyelash or the one shooting star she had seen. Never did she expect her to wish to come true, and certainly not in the way it was to pan out.

She had written down the dream she'd had, not long ago, so she could remember it detail by detail. She was going to show it to her mum, but decided, her mum would have no idea, and probably wouldn't understand how much like reality it had felt.

Her mum was a single mum, and worked 7 days a week. She didn't understand her daughter and had no interest in the male species. She was happy with her life, especially when she pretended Wryly and her got along. She had money, a daughter, and a good job. What else is there? Keeping her past from Wryly was far easier than she had ever expected.

Wryly sat in her room, wondering which of her friends would understand, which would not laugh and tell her to get over it. None of them, she had not one friend that she could confide in. Her subconscious was the only trustworthy 'thing' in her life.

'Wryly' It was just her name that was said, but the voice was like no other, and Wryly knew exactly who it was.

'You're that woman... The one in my dream' Wryly thought she was going crazy.

'Wryly, you have a sibling, she is a bit older than you, but she is real. She needs help.'

Her mum entered the room at that moment. The woman disappeared, and in her place, her mother stood. Shock all over her face.

'Were you talking to someone?' she asked, her eyes moving like a crazy person.

'Were you going to tell me something?' Wryly countered. Another sibling? Why would her mum keep something so important from her..?

'Wryly.. You dont understand.. It was a mistake' she began

'No, the mistake was not telling me. She needs help.' Wryly looked at her mum, disappointed.

Her mum looked at her, horrified. Pulling out her iPhone, she dialed a number. Wryly could hear the buzzing of the phone line.. Then nothing. The look of horror on her mums face was scary.

'She didnt answer. She never doesnt answer. In the car, now.'

Wryly had no idea wear she was, but she knew it wasn't good. It looked like a shed, a small tool shed. It was beaten up and very old. The door was wide open and swung on its hinges whenever there was a gust of wind.

'Maxie.!! Come on, stop kidding. Let's go. You're coming home.' Wryly looked at her mum, proud. Maxie. She had a sibling.

A tall slender girl stepped out of the shed, bruised, but breathing. 'Oh, Maxie.. Come on'

They all scrambled into the car, and as it started rolling, Wryly looked over at her older sister, curious. The same look was mirrored in her sister's face.

'I'm Wryly, I'm seventeen years old, and I go to...' she began. Telling Maxie stories about school, home and work.

Finally content, and a little jittery with excitement as to what the future could bring. Wryly was happy.