Shadows of Sound

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Vesper "woke up" the next morning before his alarm, he didn't sleep at all the night before. He shut it off before jumping up out of bed and running up the basement stairs. All night was spent up thinking about what they would do to get a drummer for their band. The idea of allowing Georgie to join haunted the back of his mind like it would the thoughts of monsters under your bed when you were little. It wasn't so much that she was a girl and more to do with the fact that she was the reason Vesper was almost murdered.
Vesper reaches the top of the stairs and hooks a quick left to the hallway and into the bathroom. He turned on the shower, then he puts his hands on the edges of the sink and looks at himself. His hair tangled and staticky, his shirt hooked upwards, one side up over his belly button and the other end down around his hip. He huffed a loud sigh and stepped out of his clothes, allowing the steam and hot water of the shower to encase him as he began to wash himself free of the thoughts he had been having that morning.
When he stepped out of the shower, he wrapped a towel around his waist. He dried his hair with the discarded hairdryer that laid next to the sink and brushed it out again. He slipped into some light blue ripped jeans and a Black Sabbath T-shirt. One of the only shirts he hadn't cut up yet. He smeared eyeliner over his face until he looked even more tired than before (if that's even possible).
Today, he walked himself to school despite his mom blowing up his phone on the way there. He texted her once that he was walking but, in classic mom fashion, she flooded his phone with warnings:
"Don't let anybody talk to you!"
"Be careful!"
"Don't take any shortcuts!"
"Don't smoke or snort anything!"
He ignored all of her messages. Nobody would talk to him anyways, so there wasn't much of a point to warn.
He arrived to school just as he had left, opening the door with his forearm and walking inside. He walks down the hallways slowly and surely until a hand pats him on the back.
"Vesper!"
"Ah, Adrian, what did I tell you about randomly smacking me on the back."
Vesper sighs, turning to meet his friends gaze. Adrian smiles, and vesper smiles back. It was sort of a half smile which Adrian picks up on.
"Something up, dude?" Adrian asks with an eyebrow cocked.
"Nah, it's nothing, Adrian trust me." Vesper just nods, dismissing Adrian.
"Whatever you say, Vesper!" Adrian wraps his arm around Vesper, smiling a toothy grin.
Vesper drifted through his classes slowly, the whole day went slowly. Just about as slowly as the last, just with less staring and whispering which Vesper silently thanked god about. He was pretty silent throughout the day, that included lunch.
"So, what are we thinking for a drummer?" Adrian asked, it was clear he was looking for a certain answer, which Vesper didn't give him.
"Not sure. Maybe we'll put out flyers for tryouts!"
Adrian rolls his eyes slightly, which vesper pretended to ignore.
"Yeah, that's a good idea." He says instead of what he was really thinking. He holds the bull horns symbol up in the air and Vesper follows, ramming their fists into their chests as the bell rings to call for their departure.
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"You know, Georgie."
"What's up?"
"I'm really worried for Vesper, dude— uhh dudette."
Georgina curls herself upwards and onto her bed sitting instead of laying upside down like she was.
"Oh yeah? Why's that?" She brushed a hand through her wavy brown hair before locking her eyes back in Adrian. She had invited him over by phone earlier.
"It's just, not to talk ill of your fella or anything, but Davie kinda terrorizes him. I think he's really getting fed up over it."
"I see that. I feel so bad." Her eyebrows upturned making her expression change from confusion to heavy sympathy. "I want to leave him..."
"But?"
"I can't. I just can't. I'm scared of what he'll do to me. Of what he'll do to himself, Adrian you don't understand what kind of person Davie is."
"A... bad one?"
She huffs a scoff out of her nose causing a smile to tug at the corners of her lips.
"Well, yes, but he's also quite the manipulator. A con artist of sorts. He'll use his popularity as power against me. He can start rumors with the snap of his fingers, and with the help of all of his little minions that just crowd around him and follow at his command, It'll be even easier for him." She shakes her head, the inch of a smile that played on her face was drooped into a mix of worry and sadness.
"Oh... I'm sorry. It's just—I think—well, after the whole... drowning thing, he's been real weary of just about anything that's tall and moves, And uh... and you" Adrian puts a hand on the back of his neck and scratched it.
"Me?"
"Yeah, you. He just, I think whatever happened at that party, he's convinced it happened because of you." Adrian drops his hand down to the mattress below him and met Georgie's eyes after avoiding them for so long.
"Oh. Yeah.. I guess he's right." She looks away, hiding her eyes from Adrian's gaze, which told him the one thing he sought out; Georgie was guilty.
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As Vesper left his last class of the day, he stopped by his locker, a note flying out and down to his feet. He sighs, picking it up and shoving it into his pocket as he grabbed his bookbag and slung it over his shoulder.
He walked home that day as well, his eyes fell upon the guitar center as he left rapid ideas running through his brain as he hurried past it. His brain raced as he approached his home, turning the key into the front door's keyhole and walking leisurely inside. "Where in gods name have you been!?" His mom scolds as he gets through the door.
"I walked home, like I told you I would."
"So you took your sweet time?! I thought you were lying in a ditch somewhere, dead!"
"Metal." Vesper thinks, but when he meets his mother's gaze, his thoughts were quickly squashed.
"No, mom, I just walked home, plus, you said no shortcuts. So I took no shortcuts, and if you don't mind, I've got a Jackson V with my name on it I'd like to be playing." Vesper flips his hair over his shoulder and opens the door to the basement and grips the railing tightly as he shuts the door behind him, hearing
"Vesper! Who do you think you're talking to!? All you do is sit down there and play that silly instrument you didn't even pay for!"
Vesper rolls his eyes and reaches for his guitar, strapping it over his shoulders grabbing a pick from the wooden stool next to him, he practiced the song he was writing the night before. This time, writing down the notes instead of aimlessly playing. When he finished, he held the paper out in front of him and smiled, going to slip the pick into his pocket as he normally did. He felt the crinkle of the envelope, the one that fell out of his locker which brought him back to reality. He puts the pick down on the stool and slips onto the couch beneath him.
Ripping the note open, he sighs looking down at the overly neat writing, his eyes scanning over it. He scrunches his nose in a scoff as he reads it: