Noah's POV:
"Hey, so I was thinking that we would leave tomorrow?" Stavo said next to the hallway. "We can tell whoever the other runs in to first."
"Okay, yeah, sounds good," I replied.
"Yeah, you can finally get rid of your writer's block."
"Oh, shut up," I shook my head. "Also, I got to tell my friend that we are going away, so they don't panic."
"Okay, no problem. Catch ya later!" He waved and ran off to class. Someone grabbed my arm, and I had a mini heart attack before I realized it was Audrey.
"We need to talk," she said, dragging me over by her locker.
"Don't do that, you scared the shit out of me," I whined.
"You cannot tell Alastor that we are leaving," Audrey hissed.
I glanced over my shoulder nervously. "Why? I can't just lie to her."
"Yes, you can, if it means keeping us all safe," she said. I yanked my arm away from her.
"You always do this," I shook my head.
"Do what?"
"You blame other people instead of dealing with your fucking emotions," I snapped at her. "You jump to conclusions and assume the worst. And you know what? It's really annoying."
Audrey backed up, glaring at me. "Alastor killed Vanessa and Serena. They are dead because of them. And the way you are acting proves you just don't care."
"I do care! What is wrong with you?" I rolled my eyes. "I'm telling them whether you want me too or not."
"Whatever, Foster," she stalked off to class, and I scoffed.
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Alastor's POV:
I was currently trying to learn Now I'm Here by Queen on the guitar, and the tab was unnecessarily difficult. I was able to get through the first minute of the song, but everything else sucks.
I decided to just look up the lyrics to Talk to Myself by Nessa Barrett and started playing it.
"I don't go out much
Cause parties are too much
And I don't need any more judgement
So, you keep your gossip
You're cool and you're toxic
Already got someone who does it"
"It's me, and that voice in my head
Telling me that I'm better off dead
If you think that you can make me cry
More than me, myself and I
Well, go ahead and try"
"If you talk to me like I talk to myself
I'd give you the finger, I'd say, "Go to hell"
You can be mean, make it sing pretty well
But you can't say shit I don't say to myself "
This song meant a lot to me considering how much I relate to Nessa. She is so strong and amazingly talented. I'm so jealous of her looks as well. She has pitch black hair and blue eyes, and is so skinny but still isn't flat. I don't understand how she does it.
"Like you're useless, you're stupid
You're hard to love
No one likes you, you're crazy, you're totally fucked
If you talk to me, like I talk to myself
I talk to myself"
I heard knocking on my door and I stopped playing.
"Come in." Noah opened my door and I put my guitar back on the stand. He smiled at me and I looked at him weird. "What?"
"You still really like to play, huh?" He sat down on the carpet next to me.
"Yeah, I guess so. It's the only thing that keeps me from losing it," I told him, picking at my skin. "And I don't mean in a murderer way."
Noah laughed. "I know you don't mean it that way. You know, you're really good. You should consider recording something." He laughed again when I flushed bright red.
"I don't know, maybe," I was clearly embarrassed and flustered by his comment. I mean, I would love to make a song, but I'm not sure what I would do. I don't remember any of my songs and I only felt like singing the songs that I would sing in the asylum to make me feel better after I had nightmares. Which was precisely why I was playing right now. "Anyways, did you need something?"
"Yeah, I wanted to let you know I'll be gone this weekend," he said. I widened my eyes.
"What? Where are you going?" I asked.
"I'm going to 'Murder Island' with Stavo, Emma, Brooke, and Audrey. We could all use a weekend away," Noah explained.
"Makes sense," I told him. "I mean, Kieran was just murdered."
"Yeah, it will be good for everyone," he smiled and stared off into the distance. "Welp, I better get packing. I'll say goodbye in the morning?"
"See ya bright and early," I said goodnight.
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Heroine (Audrey Jenson x OC)
Mystery / ThrillerA cold blood killer. That's what they were. Alastor Bowe was thrown in a asylum for three years after being accused if murdering five people. They just got released back home to find out a few of her best friends were murdered. When a new round o...
