Invisible

Her mom was abusive. Her dad an alcoholic. Neither of them were ever there. She thought that the fighting would finally stop after her mom got pregnant again. She was 7 at the time and she believed anything could happen that could make her family an actual family, not that they ever were. Skye was her name. Her jet black hair made it perfect for her to hide behind in school because the tears that shone across her face were not of joy. She lived a lonely life, with Allie her sister. She’s 13 now Allie, 6. Allie thinks of Skye as a mom. Skye thinks of Allie as a treasure, because other than a red, white, and blue volleyball that she kept with her at all times and the velvet bible she held in her pockets Allie was the only beautiful thing in her life that she cherished and loved.