Voiceless(ON HOLD)

Chapter 10

You're probably all like what? The freaking 10th chapter alreadly? Yeah so am I. It's nuts right? Yeah. The story.

'Where is the charm?' The note's message echoed endlessly. These songs have to mean something. What are they telling me? So far I had 'Safe and Sound' by Capitol Cities, 'The Monster' by Eminem featuring Rihanna, and 'Don't you worry child' by Swedish House Mafia. I was walking home since Kylie's house was a few blocks away from school. I opened the door, and almost said my hello to Kylie but she wasn't here anymore. I said hello to Jimmy, and and ran up the steps to Kylie's room, tears threatening to spill. I got there just in time. I slid down, with my back againist the door, and broke into tears. Memories of Kylie flashed though my head. Wait, what?

Kylie had admirers? Was Kylie really bullied? I don't think so. How come I didn't remember this until now? This is just plain weird. How come I don't remember this?

I sat on the bed, mine with the white lacey, mini flower detail pattern going on, I sat with my bottom touching the heels of my feet. I crossed my right arm over. (A/N this is on the cover) I looked down, since I do that when I am thinking. Why does this world have to be so confusing? Ugh.

"Dawn, dinner!" Jimmy hollered. I stomped my way down the stairs after wiping the tears. We were eating pork with potatoes, and corn. I filled up my plate, and started to eat. I told Jimmy the plan that Damian come up with.

"Jimmy?" I asked

"Yes Dawn?" He replied.

"Is Kylie a demigod?" I blurted out.

"Yes, a child of Aphrodite."

"Wow." That was it. I worked upstairs, and took a quick shower, put on sweats, and my faded Roseheart shirt. I started to work on a bag filled with my stuff and then my magical bag showed up with everything. In that bag was also a bag. I opened and showed Kylie's stuff. It had no end. It had all of her clothes plus some decorations from her side. I smiled. I went to bed after I picked out my outfit for tomorrow. I will tell you in the morning. And with that I fell asleep. But the dreams were nightmares.

*Dream*

I could hear these blooding curling screams. They were pleading. Wait, that was Kylie. My hand started to glow. The ball of light made its usual grand entrance. I ran at the ball' urging, and the sense that something is following you. A goldish/bronzeish knife was in my hand.

'This is φέγγος. Or light.' This thought come out of nowhere. The voice was male voice since it was deep, masculine, and smooth as a river. It was familiar. One man. Apollo. I ran again toward the screams of Kylie's pleads, and soon as I bursted into the dead sprint, adrenaline came into play. Kylie, be okay for me. After that, I woke up with an idea where she is.