A murder in the mountains

I'm sorry

It has been a week since we met Autumn and school holidays starts in three days. The talent show was nearing and I have nothing to perform. So a wrote a song. Put all of my feelings about my dreams and everything into it.
No ones heard it yet and I'm not planing on letting them, not until the performance. Well except Drake of course because we are performing together. He thinks it's great me... well I think it could use some work.

I'm sitting in the music room with Drake and a keyboard, trying to practice. But it is just not coming.

I reread the lyrics seeing where I can improve. But I just don't know how, but this song isn't communicating with me.

"May I suggest that if its not working with you, write something new. Or cover someone you haven't heard before?" He says. He's right I'm not listening to what I want to hear.
"I'll drop you off in town for inspiration okay?" He asked.
"Yeah sure. Thanks Drake. I just really want that holiday! Like really bad. Three weeks in three different places. Ones a tree house place, the seconds a beach side house, and the third is a massive mansion in a cliff with an amazing view." I say exasperated.
"Yeah, I know. Six tickets for the winners," he says.
"Well I'll drop you off, come on"

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Ive been walking around this small street for hours and still nothing. Then something catches my attention. A melody, it reflects my emotions perfectly right now. I've never heard it before buuuuuut, thanks to new age technology and a very useful Siri I found out the song is silence. Yep
'Sorry can you repeat that?' Is the only answer I get because the melody or song is silence. Everything was silent. No squeaking of car doors, no faint chatter from the closest coffee shop and no music. It was completely silent. And complete strange. Nothing should be this quiet. It's so silent my ears are ringing as my head tries to figure out the silence. People are staring straight at me, some with the expression of horror others with worry along with people attempting to mask there pure disgust with a face of confusion but failing miserably. Cars have stopped. Doors are not being swung open. Bikes are not being peddled.
No sound, no movement, no...life.
I can feel my phone vibrating and I can hear the ring tone. But it sounds like it's in water, and it feels like the ripples in the water, not a clear crisp sound and not a sharp vibration, it's faded.

I come to my senses and grab my phone from my back jean pocket. When you pick up a phone that's got a notification saying someone's calling you do you A) answer B) ignore or C) stand there blankly staring at the screen and intently listening to the ring tone.

Apparently C is the correct answer because I do exactly that. My ring tone is a L.E.J SUMMER 2015 mix. It has a mix of French and English top hits of the summer.

One of the songs is 'hey mama' I used to love this song when I was sixteen. Now I'm over it. I mean I still love it but I wouldn't brag about it.

"WHY ARE YOU ALL STARING AT ME!!!" I scream at all the women and children. Which is strange because there are no men. At all.
"Because you look happy! People are dying in war and you seem fine!" Some random girl yelled. 'There's a war?' I didn't even know.
"Since when?" I ask no one in particular.
"Since four nights ago when a rival pack declared it!" A brunette girl answered, she seemed around the age of fourteen.
"Oh"
"Why do you think there are no men here older that fifteen?! They're all at war" she said. This is making me a bit nauseous. The dream I had. The man. He was told to split up the mates. This is the perfect way to do it. But it's got to be just a coincidence. Wait if all boys above fifteen have gone why are Drake, Jamie and Matt still here? They are above fifteen.
My phone started ringing again. This time u answer it.
"Hello?" I ask not bothering to check the caller ID.
"Hey, uh, c-can I come and get you w-we need to talk" says a muffled Drake. He sounds as if he's been crying.
"Sh-sure" I say. My voice is wobbly, because I think I know why he wants to talk. And it's not to break up.

***
"Hey, h-how are you?" He asks me. The look in his eyes says it all. It says 'look I'm sorry, but I have to, I don't have a choice. I wouldn't if I could, but I have to.'
"Don-don't do th-this t-tu me" I say gripping his shirt at the collar.
I start punching his chest.
"Don't you dare leave mayor bastard!!" I scream at him.
Why would he do this. WHY!!?? I thought he wasn't going to go.
"I'm sorry. I have to. People are going to die!" He says to calmly. He makes it sound like he's invincible, that he won't get hurt! That he is going to come back unharmed.
"STOP IT! JUST STOP IT! IF YOU GO YOU WILL DIE! AND YOU KNOW HIW MUCH THAT WILL AFFECT ME! IT WILL KILL ME!" I scream at him.
Drake is in his army uniform ready to hop in the truck and leave for battle. Jamie and Matt can't go because any person who is in school is considered a 'child' but of course drake isn't in school. He just lives there.
Beth and Autumn left to give me and Drake sometime. But man Beth's reaction was no where near as bad as mine. She begged him and cried a bit but Jamie ended up dragging her away.

"I will be fine! In one months time, or less even, you will see me walking through the doors of school bounding down the halls, just begging to find you! And I will. I will find you" he says. A tear slips down his cheek as he walks away into the truck that is destined to take him away.

"I'm sorry" he whispers as he walks. A pleading look in his eyes.

"I'm sorry"