Face First (ON HIATUS)

Prologue - The Craziest Feeling

Every story has a beginning. And it takes certain thing - a spark, I like to say - that ignites that beginning. Anyone can experience that one spark to make them someone who just...thinks differently. Understands the world more. Takes their actions more seriously. Even though who I seem to be, isn't even close to this description, I have come to realise that I have been awakened by that spark along time ago. I've just been hiding it this whole time. Someone who I really am.

And even sometimes, every now and then, I go back to that memory of that sunset back then, and I remember the time I witnessed my 'spark' - the craziest feeling I have ever felt. And the true beginning of my story.

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"Tyler!" Alex called from across the rows and rows of tombstones, waving his pale hands in the air. "I found a spot! I'm gonna go ask Old Sal if we can use it here!" I stuck my thumb out in the air and yelled in agreement to let him know.

"I'll look over near the grave!" I yelled, before recieving a nod from his end and trudging through the grass in Brock's old, torn up sneakers, kicking up rocks as I go.

You see, every Sunday for about three months, my sister and arch nemesis, Katie, would go mourn our old cat, Silky; who died on a highway, two roads away from us. In the first month, we all missed Silky, so mourning was only natural. But as we started to move forward, Katie was the only one staying the past, believing that she was really the only one who had a real special connection with Silky, by talking to her, freakily. And well, me and Alex used this to our advantage, 'haunting her' every time she would come, as a joke, which was fully supported by my older brother and professional prankster, Brock. To make her open her eyes to stop her ways for good.

I guess I never knew, in a small way, the same would go for me too.

As soon as I caught sight of Silky's grave I went to reach into my pocket to grab the walkie talkie and call Alex. But as the current of the wind became stronger, I felt myself naturally turning around. As if I was meant to see something. And when I did, I couldn't stop staring.

The streaky sunset was aglow with different shades of fire upon it, making its usual magical daily occurence breathtaking as usual. However, the girl in front of it, was what really made me stop deadset in my tracks. Her soft dark brown hair fluttered as the wind brought it upwards, as well as her long black dress. Her front was facing a grave, as it appeared that she was mourning someone special, since she stood there...silent, for the longest time.

However, we she turned around, that was when the real magic occured. The spark. It ran across my body, leaving a trail of goosebumps all over my skin. Resulting in my eyes widening as they met hers. Her dark mint green ones, that sparkled in the light. As well as the stream of tears running down her fair face. But the tiniest, oddest little thing, was that...she was smiling. Smiling. But not just to herself. But to me. Filled with her misery, that only grew stronger from the intensity of our surroundings. The spark...it almost became a flame in the pit of my stomach. That was until we both turned our heads at the sound of car horn beeping. And it seemed, that it called her, since she quickly snapped out of her expression and ran to the large black car, tinted with the colour all over it.

Mesmerised, my eyes watched her every move as she ran towards the car and went inside. Not even looking back.

However, as I watched the door close, the dark driver's window rolled down, revealing a tan and bulky, bald man with brown sunglasses on. I couldn't tell, but I felt as if he was staring at me intently for a while. As if one of the cold winds came within me, and made me shiver to my core.

"Tyler!" I turned around to find Alex, waving his hands at me as he rushed to me in his brand new sneakers. "Where the hell were you?!" I tried to explain to Alex, but when the roar of the engine behind me became fainter, I turned around to see....

"They're gone." I said, in a depressed tone. The sadness, mixed with the smile of that girl pushed me into a weird state of mind. Isolation. It's all I wanted. Not any of this. We are in a graveyard. People are buried here. The thoughts just kept on pouring into my mind.

Ignoring Alex's questions, I head first to Brock's rusty red truck. Alex followed, slapping my shoulder the whole time to get answers from me. But I wouldn't listen. However, when I opened the car door, I realised he had enough.

"What the hell are you doing, Tyler?! Where are supposed to be setting up the pranks, and you are just gonna walk away? This is our thing. Come on!" He yelled, alerting Brock, who was probably texting his girlfriend for the 22nd time today, before he came to his senses, watching me ignore Alex and hopped in the front seat with him. Alex fumed as he had no choice but to sit in the back, since we always came together anyway.

"Tyler?" Brock questioned, before I turned to the back seat, watching Alex as he crossed his arms in anger - staring in me in frustration. I let out a sigh, and looked at him with mutuality as well.

"Listen, I just don't think we should do this anymore. We shouldn't-" I announced, before being cut off by Alex's short temper.

"Shouldn't what Tyler? Not have fun? See your sister act hilariously stupid? You can't just ditch me, Tyler. We are a team. We have been doing this for years! And you are telling me, in just one moment, you want to leave behind all that, just because you saw another mourner at a graveyard?" Alex clutched the back of both mine and Brock's seats, as he stared at me angrily and just plain ol'...confused.

He was right. We are a team. I like annoying Katie and seeing her act stupid. And all of that to me is fun. So when I saw that girl, why did it bug me so much? I saw those kind of people every single day.

I shook my head to let off steam, before staring out of the window and responding:

"We shouldn't disrespect the dead. That's a graveyard, Alex. Look, I am all for pranking Katie. But not like this, Alex." I turned around to face him, curious about his expression. However, when I turned around, I got the opposite. The brief second of awe in his face made me curious as to what he saw. But suddenly, he threw his hands up in the air and yelled in anger, before huffing and smiling at me - making me relax back in my seat.

Brock chuckled as he scruffed my hair and faced my way.

"Tyler. I get your point, but you don't have to cry about it!" He smirked, making me come to the realization of the tears running down my cheeks. I touched my cheeks, and felt the tears on my hands. What the hell? I was really confused now, as I wondered the phrase again and again in my head. Alex glanced in mirror, which I had opened, and smirked a bit; before looking away again.

Brock started the car and proceeded to drive, still smirking annoyingly. "I swear, you two are more emotional than Katie and Daniella put together!" His grin never ceased as we left the graveyard, just on time for Katie to appear. The car was silent for a bit, ignoring Brock and him singing with the radio in the background. After a while, Alex gave up being grumpy and joined Brock, as they both sang and talked about what they wanted to get for dinner.

I, on the other hand, was far from normal. I turned on my side, facing the window and was dead silent, so they must've thought I was sleeping or something. However, inside, I was on the edge, arguing to myself about why I was so angry anyway. My mood affected others, and I had to apologise for that. But being part of the Foxes, being stubborn is part of our downfall. So in the end, all I really did was just stare out at the usual magical, streaky sunset that was outside of my window, and just thought about that girl. Just another mourner. But one, who seemed to make me feel the same in the process. Continously.

Crocodile tears and all.