Maven's Saving Grace

five || maven

[ m a v e n : w h i t e  w a l l s ]

"Tell me that you're sorry, didn't think I'd turn around and say, hey, it's too late to apologise"

Beep...beep...beep...beep...

The sound continuously echoes throughout the room and I grit my teeth when it doesn't stop after a while.

What the hell? I'm pretty sure I didn't own an alarm clock. Finally, my eyes snap open in irritation and I drink in the fading white ceiling, surprised and anxious. On either sides, it seems that the white walls are pressing in on me.

Wait a minute, I'm pretty sure that my walls are painted black. Then...where am I?

I let out a choked whimper as pain shoots through my side when I try to sit up.

Definitely not trying that again.

Somebody yells out, "He's awake!" and I am lost in a cacophony of chaos.

People in white coats with stethoscopes slung around their necks, doctors most probably, bend over me, continuously asking me various questions and spitting out instructions. I notice Jaden standing in the corner of the room, trying to give them space.

"Can you say your name for us?"

"Do you know where you are?"

"Look into the flashlight please."

"Tell me where you feel pain."

I frown and my fingers twitch in irritation. There's too many people and they keep invading my private space. Thus, the only response they get from me while I thrash on my bed is a justifiable and rude, "Get out of my room. Right now!"

When none of them make a move to leave, I get even more agitated and yell for Jaden to get rid of them or I'd call security.

Within a matter of minutes, the room is back to the deathly calm state it was in before.

A last question, however, comes from Jaden.

"Right now you're in a hospital, you were in an induced coma. Do you remember what happened? Anything at all?"

Oh, then the beeps make sense. They most probably came from the heart monitor.

I blink my eyes, confused but then I let out a gasp as it all comes back to me.

My eyes flutter shut as I recall the events of last night? Week? Month?

"Right now?" The hesitation in her voice is recognisable. It sounded just like me when I was offered the deal.

"Yes Grace, right now. Just...trust me. I'll call you." I turn the corner and follow the signboards that lead me to Requiem. Hopefully, Jaden's still looking for me there.

Grace only has the chance to say, "I'm holding-," before I hang up on her.

I sigh, she's too cute. Too bad she's too stubborn as well.

It doesn't take long for me to reach Requiem and when I do, I'm astonished to find the poster of my concert displayed above the hall where I was supposed to play at torn in half and graffitied all over.

A chuckle escapes my mouth when I see that someone's labelled me as a "male chauvinist pig".

Ah, all these poor souls with nothing better to do. But...now I need Jaden for damage control. I couldn't have people bringing down my name, could I?

Parking in the alley next to a convenience store, I lock the car and head in. I pay for the six pack of Bud Weiser I grabbed and when I head out,I notice a group of five boys lounging near my car. They looked young, probably in their late teens.

"Hey," I frown. "Get off the car. Now."

The boys snicker but when I slip down my hood, their eyes widen in shock.

"Maven Lee?" They stutter. A smirk of satisfaction slips onto my face when I realise that they're scared shitless and that was all just by looking at my face.

"Wait a second. You're that fag that skipped out on your own concert. My sister worked bloody hard to get the ticket. And you! You just upped and left!" One of the boys cries out, rage evident in his tone.

All of a sudden, the mood in the atmosphere changes from fear to tension and anger.

I roll my eyes as the group murmurs in agreement and sympathy, all sprouting some bullshit about how their sister or girlfriend saved up for my concert and how I crushed their puny glass hearts by not showing up.

"That's none of your business." I fire back, oblivious to what responses my statement would arouse.

"Oh it's damn well my business if my sister ends up cheated and left broken-hearted," the same boy spits at me, tone venomous.

The group looks at each other, nods as if agreeing on something and finally get off the car. I raise my eyebrows as they form a circle around me instead.

Huh, it looks like some creepy occult activity. "What? Are y'all going to pray to me now?" I drawl out, lazy.

In all fairness, I should've been sacred. But I wasn't. Really, what could they do? After all, they were just a bunch of angry kids.

That's why, when a fist came flying at my face, I didn't expect it all.

I gingerly rose my hand to lips and smile when my blood stained my fingers. They gave me a split lip, bloody wonderful.

"You're going to regret that."

I see the wicked grin on the blonde's face before they all come onto me, pounding with their fists and kicking with their legs.

"EVERY SINGLE FUCKING ONE OF YOU'S DEAD. I'M PRESSING CHARGES!"

All I get in reply is a round of hearty laughter and even more vigorous beatings.

Even if I wanted to, I couldn't fight back. It was late into the night and just convenient for these fuckers, we were in an alley. Five versus one isn't exactly fair now is it? What could I do?

I blacked out.

"Those...scumbag...BASTARDS!"

Author's Note
Dedicated to @XxRiah916Xx for all her wonderful comments :)

I'm stopping here because I'm so shagged and I've been walking around the streets of Pakistan and it's absolutely beautiful.

Honestly, I'm not happy with this chapter at all because I wrote so shitty. Idk man I haven't been reading for a while. Sorry that this is shorter :(

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