[AUTHOR'S NOTE]: The song later on in the story is indeed MY work. Meaning I made it. Please give credit to me if you ever decide to use it for any reason. Enjoy the chapter (⌒_⌒)
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The drive home is silent. My mother picked me up after I threw up my lunch in the bathroom after.... After whatever the fuck happened back there.... I try not to think of what I saw. Maybe it was just a dream, exam stress getting the better of me. It doesn't matter though, tomorrow's our band's first big gig. I'm supposed to perform an original song I made. The band and I have been working endlessly trying to get the chords, beats, and melodies right. Mum finally says something, "By the way, tomorrow there's going to be that red eclipse everyone's been talking about", she smiles and continues looking at the road ahead.
"Find us when the night sky is crimson with the blood of the impure.". A thought pops up. It sends shivers down my spine.
I open the passenger window. I don't feel well.
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I've been doing nothing but staring at my music sheet for tomorrow's concert all day. Meaning I've done nothing productive at all. Mission accomplished.
I check my clock near my mint green bed. 2 A.M.
Fuck.
I should really head to bed, since the concert is at 12 PM, although our band doesn't perform until 11:30 PM. Almost the entire school is going to be there, including adults and townsfolk.
I lay on my pillow and look at my ceiling. It's scattered with glow-in-the-dark stars that are meant for kids. I'll never grow old of them. I close my eyes and drift off into blackness.
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"Vale...", I hear a soft whisper.
"Vale~...", they purr, getting louder. I rub my eyes together, trying to adjust to the light. Or the lack of light? I can't tell.
"VALE?", A loud demonic yell echoes throughout my mind. Ugh. I try to open my eyes.
I regret doing so.
All around me is Glensworth. Only, everything is rusted. Distorted, deteriorating metal. Cracked roads, a dark sky. Plants withered and dead, the grass an unholy shit brown. A few of the cars have missing passenger door.
The houses' materials are all fading away, chipped paint, bricks and wood breaking off. Smudged and cracked windows, not a clean thing in sight. There is a smell of ghastly fumes in the air.
"Blood moon...", I hear the androgynous voice again. I look around, but there is no one in sight. I hear Jinx's giggle. I swiftly turn around.
"JINX?!", I yell out for her. Oh god, I wouldn't curse her here no matter what she did. And then, I here Mrs.Hosks's voice.
"Impure....", I hear her sick cackle. Or at least, an imitation of her. I shiver because I'm not sure which versions of Mrs.Hosks is worse.
"They'll be released!", I hear murmurs in all directions.
"We'll be free!", a cheer can be heard here and there.
"Food--",
"Prey--", proclaims are yelled and shouted over one another. "Our messiah!"
"We're saved!"
"We'll rise again!"
I look around in all directions, still not seeing a thing. I sit down, unable to do anything else besides curl in a ball. I start to cry, wondering when I'll leave this hellish nightmare.
Everything goes quiet.
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I look up from my position, no one. I look to my left, then to my right. Nothing. I turn around and sigh in relief. But I'm greeted with that black figure from earlier today, sword erect. "LEAVE ME ALONE!", I yell at the top of my lungs.
I feel my cheeks getting red. Am I blushing? No. I'm not. I was struck. I open my eyes, it's mum. I let loose of all my tension in my shoulders and silently cry.
I'm tired of these intense dreams.
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"GOOD NIGHT, GLENSWORTH HIGH!", the PSA is loud and clear.
"GIVE IT UP FOR 'THE JACK'!", the crowd goes wild. I didn't pick that name. I try to keep my head up as everyone walks onto the stage. I'm the leading guitarist and singing, Jinx plays drums and my friend Ace plays the bass.
I strum a few chords for effect to get the crowd silent, and Jinx and Ace follow on cue;
Tell me,What's it like to turn your heart
To stone?
Tell me, Was it really worth it
To leave?
(I can feel everyone's eyes on me. But that only fuels my melody.)
Here and now, but lost forever
Looking back, I've felt so empty
Heal our scars, oh I would never
Here, and now....
(I test out my experimental bridge chords, almost 100% sure that we've won the crowd already. I look up to the glass ceiling.)
What's it, like to build a castle
Of sin?
Please don't, ever leave me.
There's too much going on, for you to fade
Your eyes the colour of jade...
(Red.)
Here and now, but lost forever
And yet here I am, I'll always find you
Tomorrow is anew
(I play my fingers out to the solo, hitting each strum perfectly.)
Fuck this feeling of regret,
Here and now, say your piece
Oh, darling I won't forget
Oh, darling, stay here
(I play a low, soft solo as Jinx follows my lead and plays her beat. Ace, not far behind. Something's not right.)
Tell me, that no matter what happens,
You'll live..
Live on, go and find me
One day I'll come back here
For you....
I strum my last chords as the crows is roaring and thundering with applause and praise. Jinx, Ace and I all take a bow on stage.
There's a shrill shriek that makes the concert dead silent as a crypt.
They're here.
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Faux Souls
FantasyVale Jadestone is an average girl, has an average mother, goes to an average high school in an average town. What happens when something not so average happens, and she has to choose between family, or survival?
