A Remedy For the Heart *Extremely Slowly Editing*

1. College Seems Like Fun Now

Chapter 1: College Seems Like Fun Now

October 28, 2013, Monday

*~~Zack's P.O.V.~~*

The constant ringing from my phone woke me up. Guess it's already 6 AM. Now starts my college getting ready schedule: getting my lazy butt up, randomly picking clothes with my eyes closed, brushing my teeth, taking a shower (unless I'm in a REAL rush), eating breakfast (this too I skip when I'm in a REAL rush), grabbing my keys, shoving my feet in my shoes, and driving to college. As I come out of the shower, it seems that I grabbed two skinny jeans and a hoodie...my bad, didn't grab a shirt. I decided to wear a band shirt and to eat those Subway cookies for breakfast. After all, Subway is close to college.

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"Zachary, won't you please join the art classes?" Ugh, there goes Ms. Winterski (I know Winterski? What kind of last name is that? But who am I to talk, Graves is a weird last name, too) trying to recruit me in her classes, again. I stop walking and stare at her behind my shoulder, "I despise art, creativity leads to death." Yes, I really believe creativity killed my parents.

"But you are the son of the great Henry and Linda Graves. Your parents created many different, but beautiful pieces of art. You also painted a beautiful scenery at the age of 10. You can't say you despise art and creativity."

Yes, my parents were very famous artists, traveling all over the world. It was a very sunny day, my aunt, sister, and I were saying our farewells to our parents on the airport. Two days later, we found out that Pops and Mums died in a plane crash. It was all over the news, that's when I started shutting the world out. A year later, I was on a swing in the neighborhood's park, near my Aunt's house. Yeah, my aunt was the one who took care of Carolyn and me. Then a woman approached me, "Would you like to be a magazine model? You're perfect for the job and I would be your manager." Yup, that woman was Lisa. Of course I agreed, I mean I felt bad that my aunt was always taking care of us, and we did nothing to repay her. I was only good at two things, modeling and painting. I hated the job, but I hate creativity a lot more.

I realized that I was standing there like an idiot remembering the stupid flashback and playing with my lip ring. I knew she would keep pestering me, so I handed her the doodling I made for her. It was a paper with the word HAtE in it, with a dagger going through the words, and blots of red all over it. The HAtE with the dagger slicing into it, was actually a tattoo on my left shoulder.

"This is what I see when I hear the words art and creativity. Goodbye Ms. Winterski and have a nice day."

I walked into my math class and took a window seat on a table behind two girls. I guess the teacher isn't here yet, so I took out my earbuds and IPhone. I found myself singing quietly along to the lyrics and just stared out the window.

*~~Juliet's P.O.V.~~*

"...Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette,

Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet,

Out from the window see her back drop silhouette,

This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget..."

Mads just left for the restroom, when I hear someone singing familiar lyrics. I realize the song is Not Good Enough For Truth in Cliché. Oh god, I love that song. I decide to take a look behind me, and instantly recognize the beautiful gray eyes.

"Not Good Enough For Truth in Cliché by Escape the Fate, huh? Aren't you Zachary Graves?" I slap a hand across my mouth, the words just slipped out.

I guess he heard me because he took out his earbuds and put his phone down, "Yup, that's me. Though I don't know your name, you look kind of familiar. And yeah that's the song, you like Escape the Fate?" I don't know why, but I find it amazing how the sun's ray shines off his lip ring.