Sycamore (Extended Profile)

"She-She's still here! I can hear her!"

THEME

KIMYA DAWSON-I LIKE GIANTS

When I saw Genevive I really liked it when she said
What she said about the giant and the lemmings on the cliff
She said 'I like giants
Especially girl giants
'Cause all girls feel too big sometimes
Regardless of their size'

Another (Here) horror story, Sycamore is a self-conscious, prickly, self-deprecating and overall bitter person. She was always this way, but her encounter with the hellscape of (Here) hasn't helped. 

Sycamore attended school in the seaside district alongside Mercy, and the two were close friends, despite the fact that Sycamore didn't really have any close friends. She more just drifted from one group to another, never contributing anything, always in the background. 

Being an intensely jealous wallflower, Sycamore wanted more than anything to be popular, slim and pretty, and often consulted Mercy about what to do, wear, or say, but to little or no end. They tried so much to inprove Sycamore's look, but it contributed nothing. Everything she wore didn't suit her, the things she said mever seemed to come out of her mouth right, and she could she was never competent enought to do half of the things that they did. She was still the same, boring and ugly, and above all, envious. Being in this state of mind did nothing for Sycamore, she became reclusive and prickly, and finally decided enough was enough. 

Sycamore decided to run away, but Mercy, actually dearly worried about her friend, decided to follow her. And it was there, in that hellish dreamscape that Sycamore had been drawn to, that Mercy met her fate. 

With rage coursing through her veins, Sycamore made the devisive movement to impale Mercy through the chest with a branch she had found, lying amongst the flowers and leaves that swayed enticingly. The baby's breath. She watched her friend fall. She watched her hit the gound, but didn't stay long enough to watch the flowers overcome her, not enough to watch the body be lost to the mountain forever. Sycamore, like the coward she was, had ran. Ran all the way home.  

She had ran home, ran up the stairs and sat in the shower, letting the water course over her. But when she got out, and looked in the mirror, she saw something she didn't want to see (aside from her body). It was Mercy. Mercy in the mirror. 

Now she lives with the secret, the crushing guilt, and the constant reminder. Until she met Alba. Stupid, happy Alba. Wants to find her friend. Was in the same situation. Knows the same stuff. I understand, she says. We are not the same, Sycamore says, you will never find your friend. You can't. It's not fair. I lost mine. You can't have yours back. But still Alba satys around Sycamore, often suggesting ways to help her, but is anything even worth it anymore...?