I've always had this built up rage and anger within me, I can't explain it. It's like when someone does something to annoy me or if someone is purposely being rude or mean, whether its to someone else or myself a switch goes off in my head and then radiates through my whole body. I see red, I see white, I see black I see all the colours in the bloody rainbow and I just flip out. Whether that be a range of profanities coming out of my mouth or physical violence. If it's physical violence, then the switch has been flipped and held down by my inner demons and it takes a lot for me to calm down again.
I thought this pent up anger was all because of my emotions and the lack of parents I had when growing up. Being bounced around in the foster care system for as long as I can remember, having no one to talk to, nor anyone that really wanted to listen. Psychoanalysing myself I came to the conclusion this is where my anger stemmed from.
When I was about 13/14 and my body was hit by the truck that is puberty this anger simmered out of me like boiling hot water in a pot. I was hard to control and calm down. One of my foster parents, Annalise a lovely lady who actually cared for me decided to take me to the doctors to see if they could do something about my anger. The doctors came back with the whole being in foster care and having no therapy and also hitting puberty then linking it to my outrageous hormones. She ended up slurring a bunch of words I won't repeat to the doctor about how he wasn't taking me seriously because I was a women, and not everything is always linked to hormones.
She was a babe, there I said it. For a 70 year old hippie she was bad ass and the first person I could call a parental figure. She didn't want to stop there, she suggested to me that because there was no files or records of my parents I could of inherited something from them and that she was going to seek the help I needed.
In the summer of 2014 we flew over to Serbia to a small village called Palić. She'd been emailing this guy and wanted to do some voodoo hypnotising things on me. She said that he could give us natural solutions to controlling my anger. Annalise assumed that I had ADHD but didn't want me to take pharmaceuticals from pharmacy's as she believed the government were behind everything and the drugs weren't real and it was all about making money and boosting the economy. I mean she's not exactly wrong but she was a little bat shit crazy.
So after a long flight and a coach journey to a village in the middle of nowhere we met her friend Spiridon. A lovely man but also very weird, not that i'm one to judge, i'm also strange but not live in the middle of nowhere and do voodoo shit.
Annalise explained to me that he was a doctor of natural sources, he trained professionally but believed in the use of natural ingredients. I wasn't bothered I just wanted to feel calm and be okay with controlling my anger. After a 2 day hike into the Serbian woods, we came across 4 cabins, a camp site esc aesthetic, we proceeded to stay here for 2 weeks.
The 2 weeks concluding of going through natural ways to calm myself down. Hypnotism, all mind spirit body and soul stuff. Spiridon then proceeded to get a range of herbs some I'm not completely sure what they are called but things like Lavender, Valerian, Chamomile, Kava Root and Aconite. We grounded some of it up and also boiled some of the ingredients combining it all into tablets that I could take whenever I needed too. The tablets really burned at first and sometimes still do, and depending on how many they take I sometimes feel sick but it helps to calm me and I've been better for it since. Spiridon was a very intellectual man giving me and Annalise a list of places around the world that sell these herbs, some more rare than others.
Things were great with Annalise, after 3 years with being with her she asked me if she could adopt me. She said she didn't care about the money that she got from the foster care system, she had her own business and said she could easily provide for us. I was over the moon, someone I could finally call family. At the age of 17, 2 days after she asked me she passed away. Actually scrap that to this day I'm convinced that she was murdered. I came home from college, the house was quiet and the front door was open, I walked into the living room to find her on the floor, completely blue.
The paramedics said there was nothing they could do and think she had an allergic reaction to something. I pleaded to the police that something wasn't right here and that she wasn't allergic to anything, but they just brushed me off calling me 'a silly little girl'. Who in there right minds would trust a foster child with anger issues.
I was placed back into the foster care system and continuously moved through miscellaneous villages and towns of England whilst taking my A-Levels. Thats one thing I made sure I would keep up and that was my college work. From my GCSES to my A-Levels I mustered up extremely good grades, education was surprisingly something I had a knack for.
My Eighteenth birthday rolled around. Any normal teenager would be out in the clubs celebrating or even having a party. But I had little friends that were also in the foster care system and in other parts of the country. My one friend Lily travelled down for the weekend to visit me.
She was amazing and one friend I would never let go. We met when I was 10 in a care home. At first we weren't friends because she stole my barbie doll and started to bury her in the sand pit in the garden, so I proceeded to go into the toy shed grabbing a plastic sauce pan from the kitchen walked right up to her and smacked her round the head. I was profusely told off, a week later I was shipped to another foster home. But she pleaded my case, saying she deserved it and that she shouldn't of stolen my barbie doll, I knew then that she was a loyal friend. Our social workers made sure we stayed in contact and once we were old enough for phones we texted each other almost everyday.
The day of my Eighteenth birthday, I was in a council flat paid for by the government. I had just got out the system, still in college I had a month before I finished. Lily was asleep on the sofa bed whilst I was asleep on an air mattress on the floor, the things I do for my friends.
Suddenly there was a loud knock on the door that woke me up.
"Oh fuck off" I groaned, rolling over onto my side.
Another loud knock rattled the apartment.
"It's your fucking apartment, go answer the door" Lily huskily said underneath the duvet.
I tilted my head up glaring at her, mentally strangling her with my eyes.
I clumsily stumbled off my mattress, tiptoeing around the apartment lazily walking to the door.
Another knock echoed from the door.
"I'm bloody coming, Jesus Christ hold your horses" I shouted.
I unlocked the door, opening it to find a tall stranger in a suit, he looked to be in he's 60s. I quickly came out of my trance, shit what have I done now, what has Lillie done now?
"Erm..Hi, can I help you?" I stutter to the man, tiredly wiping my eyes.
He straightens up and adjusts he's tie, extending he's hand towards me.
"Hello I'm Chris Davidson from Davidson & Scott Associates, I'm here to talk to Calypso Sky, I believe she resides here" He expresses.
Yes, that's my name, Calypso Sky. My name basically means Moon in the Sky. I don't know whose sick joke it was to name me that, but that is my name and I'm stuck with it. Okay, so I do know who named me, it was my parents. It's the only thing that they gave me, and even though they abandoned me, I've kept it. If I ever meet them, I want them to look at me and hear my name and see that I did just fine without them and I've moulded and embodied myself into what I love about my name.
However, my name as a whole is strange. Calypso is one of Saturns moons, I've always felt drawn to the moon and different celestial things. That's another thing, celestial is my middle name. My full name being, Calypso Celestial Sky. It's a mouthful, but I just like to be called Caly or Lily likes to call me Soso, she could never pronounce my name when we was younger and that was the first thing she could think of, and Soso is now my adopted name from Lily.
I take Chris Davidson's hand and shake it.
"That would be me, but please call me Caly" I nervously say, retracting my arm.
He shows me he's identification, I quickly inspect it, this guy looks legit. I look back up at him.
"May I come in I would like to speak to you about Annalise Martin, your former career" Chris says.
I seize up, a year later and its still hard to hear her name to even think about her.
I quickly defend myself. "If i've done something wrong then you can come back with a court order or something".
I go to close the door but he's foot moves forward in time to block it slamming into he's face.
"No Silver, I'm here to help you, this is about Annalise's will. I was instructed by her that I was to come see you on your 18th birthday, depending on certain circumstances" He protests.
I give way on the door and motion him to come in, shutting the door behind him. I'm probably going to regret this.
Lily is still sprawled out on the sofa snoring her head off, that girl can sleep through anything. I look at Chris giving him an apologetic look, he shrugs he's shoulders and goes "Teenagers", I laugh.
I jester him into the kitchen, offering him a drink but he declines.
I quickly look out the window, the council flat overlooks some other council flats but in the distance you can see the skyline of London. I breath in and slowly breath out calming my anxiety and anger. I quickly reach over to the cabinet reaching for my pills, placing one in my mouth and then running the tap at the sink quickly putting my mouth underneath the faucet. I wipe my mouth and turn around to look at Chris, for once I'm speechless and overwhelmed with emotions.
"What do you mean depending on certain circumstances Mr Davidson" I suddenly croak out.
"Please call me Chris. Annalise had written up a will not long after she started to foster you." He paused. "The will instated that for any unforeseen circumstances, such as death or illness that all her estates and belongings would be left to you. She had also instated that if she was alive, on your 18th birthday that you would be given your trust fund that she had set up for you. Obviously after she passed legally there was nothing I could do until you turned 18." He reveals.
I freeze. Trust fund. estates. What. Is. Happening.
"I'm so confused, I knew Ann had her little cottage we lived in and that she had her own business, but I was under the impression that her cottage was sold and well her business I didn't even know what happened with that I was whisked away to another foster placement. What estates and trust funds do you mean, there must be a mistake here Mr..erm I mean Chris".
"There is no mistake here Silver, all of Annalise's accounts, your trust fund and estates have been left to you. She was an art dealer for most of her life, she had different estates all around the world that she used to stay at when she travelled for work. I have been working with her since I set this business up, I also know that she inherited a lot of money from her family being an only child, I believe she was of Polish Jewish descent I think" He pauses waiting for me to reply.
"Without sounding rude, how many estates has she left me and erm well how much money are we talking about?" I reply.
"I believe she has 15 estates around the globe, one in England, one in Scotland, one in Ireland, two in France, one in Poland, one in Germany, one in Spain, one in Serbia, one in Thailand, four in America, and lastly one in New Zealand. As far as the combined accounts go, hold on let me check" He reaches into he's bag grabbing a piece of paper, my breathing has increased rapidly and I can feel my hands becoming clammy. He puts on he's glasses scanning the paper.
"With all accounts combined you are now worth, two hundred sixty-three million five hundred eighty-nine thousand three hundred forty-nine pounds, so to put it lightly Caly...your a multi-millionaire heiress".
Once I hear those words come out of he's mouth its like the world stopped, my heat was almost beating out of its chest, I didn't understand, I know that me and Annalise got on well. Well actually she was going to adopt me, but leave me all of this money, I didn't even know she had all this money. She was a crazy 70 year hippie lady that would hang her under garments all over the house and insisted that I watched old black and white war movies daily. I was broken out of this trance when I heard someone speak.
"Holy fucking shit balls" I look over to Lily, no surprise that it was her. She stood in the door way with a large Simpson's top on with 1 fluffy sock on, typical.
I look at her then back at Chris then back at her, I can hear my heart beat. I can hear Lillie's heart beating and Chris's, I can hear the creaking of Mrs Smith upstairs, I could see the detailing of the sweat dripping off Chris's head. I could hear the old Indian man shouting down the street to 2 little boys. This had to be sensory overload.
"I can't tell whether or not i've shat my self or my heart has dropped through my stomach into buttocks" I loudly announce.