Ash POV
I wake up in an unfamiliar bed next to a mass of red. Oh wait, that's just Skylar. Why am I in bed with Sky...? Shit, are my clothes on?
I sit up quickly, noting that all my clothing is still on my body. Good, now what happened last night? Oh, right... shit...
The horribly depressing memories from last night flood my mind, making me want to cry once more. I check my phone to see a few missed calls from Talini, and a text message.
Passed at 3:30am. Sorry.
As I read the text message, I feel my world crumble around me, the world around me sounding dulled. I clutch my head between my hands, curling in on myself, feeling as if I'll shatter if I let go.
A sound of shuffling in sheets breaks through the numbing silence around me, causing me to look over at the Sky squirming in bed next to me.
I crawl over her and out of the bed, determined to let her sleep. At the very least it gives me something to focus on, other than the pain and sadness threatening to overwhelm me. Instead, I force myself to go numb, getting up and searching for a pen and paper, before jotting down a note and setting it on the now abandoned laptop.
With a backward glance, I carefully and silently crack open the window, slipping through it then closing it behind me, taking care not to wake Sky, the girl who at least tried to help me. I carefully leave the premises, not wanting to intrude any longer, walking down the street, my only thoughts being that I keep moving.
Unable to bear the silence any longer, I put on my headphones, sliding them off my neck and over my ears, before picking a song from my phone at random.
Lift Off by Sico Vox begins playing in my headphones, surrounding me like a bubble of safety in the way only music can. But I can still feel something's wrong, because, unlike the many other times I listened to this song, I have no urge to dance.
Frowning slightly, I press next, only to be confronted with the Mission Impossible theme. For a brief moment, I wonder why I have that on my phone before I press next once more. Hopefully the next song will be better...
We are young
Ahhh... Kickass. Now that I can work with.
We are strong
We're not looking for where we belong
We're not cool
I begin nodding my head as the beat joins the voice.
We are free
And we're running with blood on our knees
My hands absentmindedly tap my legs in the tune of the piano piece, as I quietly begin singing along, my feet taking to the beat in the way they do.
We could rule the world
On a silver platter
From the wrong to the right light
To an open stream
My feet take to the bass's beat, following the steady rhythm
With a crash and burn
We could make it better
Turn it upside down
Just you and me
We are the dream
No other way
To be
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The Dream
Teen FictionEveryone has a dream. Skylar dreams of a world where she can talk to people normally, without feeling nervous at all. Ashbel dreams of a world where she can create her own music, for thousands of people to enjoy. When the two girls are paired up...
