Shadows of Sound

You Play... Drums?!

       Vesper feels his heavy eyes fluttering open, he feels an unworldly cough brew in his throat before unleashing it. He tasted some water at the back of his throat, leaning over the bed where he was sitting he spit up pure water. With a groan, he lays back, staring upwards. He had no idea where he was, he holds his head as he squints against the light of the sun shining through the window directly across from him.
"Vesper?"
The familiar voice hit him like a truck. Adrian. "Adrian?" He looks around and notices that this was Adrian's room and he had absolutely no idea. "You're awake. Yeah we probably just won't show up to school today. You had a gnarly run in with Davie last night." If the sound of Adrian's voice was a truck, this was a train. Everything hit him all at once. Being held under the water, Davie and his friends chants, his lungs fighting for air. The last thing he remembers is being discarded on the ground like a rag doll. Above all else, he remembers what lead him into all of that. Georgie.
"Vesper? Are you alright, dude?"
"I'm fine."
Vesper replies, he finds himself staring off, thinking. He can't hate Georgina, but he felt like he should. She led him to be nearly drowned. "It was Georgina. Wasn't it?" He asks, looking up at Adrian. His gaze wasn't harsh, but it wasn't happy it was painfully neutral. "Georgina? What about her?" Adrian looks at Vesper. His head flopped to one side as he cocked an eyebrow. "It was her plan. To get me humiliated and killed. She thinks I'm evil." Adrian noticed a twinge of devastation somewhere deep in Vesper's eyes. "No, Vesper. That wasn't her intent at all. She cares about you, Vesper." Adrian says, putting a hand over his heart as if to farther prove that he is being genuine. "Cares about me? Yeah right. Prissy pop superstar cares about me nice joke, Adrian." Vesper was being sarcastic, but Adrian speaks up. "It's not a joke, Vesper. She knew something bad happened to you. She distracted Davie for me, so I could get to you." Adrian drops his hand from his heart and puts it on the floor next to him. "Something else had to have been going on, but, I'll believe you Adrian." Vesper shrugs and looks over to his friend who looked quite unamused.
"You'll just believe me. You don't trust that I'm telling you the truth?" Adrian mutters, his voice getting lower.
"Listen, Adrian. You don't understand what I heard, she had to have done it on purpose."
Adrian gave Vesper the benefit of the doubt, being that he had just woken up from a near death experience. He just shrugs in response.

Vesper climbs into his van from the parking lot of Adrian's house that afternoon. It shook as he got in and turned the keys in the ignition. His hands grasped the steering wheel, but his head fell back against the headrest.
"Why would she have done that without any reason."
He thinks before his hand moves to put the car into reverse. His head raced with millions of thoughts as he sped down the road, clear until he pulled into his driveway. With a long, hard sigh he opens the door of his van and hopped out.
"Vesper!" His mother calls as he walks through the door. "Yeah, mom, hi. I spent the night at Adrian's."
"You should have told me! I thought you were dead!" His mother scolds Him. "Yeah, sorry. I'll tell you next time yea?" Vesper leans down and kisses his mom on the cheek before quickening his pace to the basement, he barrels down the stairs. There, his guitar waited for him, lying against his amp as if it were begging him to pick it up. Vesper grabs it by the neck and hoists the strap over his shoulder. Vesper's guitar was heavy, but he normally forgot about that as he played. He grabs a flimsy, white pick from the stool wooden stool next to him kicking his amp on with the tip of his foot and bending over to crank each knob to ten. Vesper closes his eyes, taking another long sigh in through his nose and out through his mouth before sliding the pick down the fretboard. The guitar made a horrible wailing noise, but it was music to Vesper. He starts to play something similar to an Iron Maiden Track, but with little twinges to certain notes. He holds his head high, as if on stage he liked to imagine a large crowd below him, being able to control their very movements with just the strum of his hand. He allows his body to fall backwards onto his bed behind him, continuing to pluck around after he finished his writings. He didn't write anything down, which he cursed himself for, but he remembered how it sort of went. Plucking and strumming at his guitar, he stares at his ceiling before looking up.
"Vesper. Is there any way you could... keep it down. I'm trying to sleep."
His mother appears around the stairway, standing with her hands on her hips.
"Ah, yeah sorry ma." Vesper nods, practically tossing his guitar up over his shoulders and then pulling himself to his feet, walking over and setting it down against the Amplifier. While he was over there, he turns the amp off. "Thank you, Honey." His mother comes over and wraps him in a hug. "Night." Vesper utters before his mother walks back upstairs. Vesper allows his body to slam into the mattress below him, feeling conflicted. He knew he would come face to face with Davie at school tomorrow, he knew he'd see Georgie. He felt bad about what he said about her, he didn't know why, but it seemed that he should be giving her the benefit of the doubt rather than blaming her for the run in with Davie. Vesper rolls over with a grunt allowing sleep to overcome him.