After the ceremony, the cult doesn't meet for a few days. Jonah says it's to throw suspicion off of us for the pattern of goats going missing on the night of the full moon. They always blame the emos he says. Go figure.
After a few days of laying low, we all meet in Jonah's basement. It's dark and dank and smells like the journey of lost souls and slight vanilla. I hear Jonah yelling at his mom above.
"It's not just a phase, Mom! It's who I am!"
I can almost hear his hair flip. So hot.
He bounds down the steps stomping with every move he makes. As he's preparing for the meeting, i hear the two emos conversing softly next to me.
"He's got a plan, you know? A big one. It's going to be the biggest event in Emo history."
"Well, what is it?"
"He won't say, but the spirits tell me the end is near through my tarot cards. I think it's going to be so big. I couldn't be more excited. I mean look at him. With those dark beautiful eyes and flippy black hair. He has to be hiding wonders."
"You're right. I can feel it when he looks at me. Other people can't tell who he's looking at with all that hair matted over his eyes, but I can. I can feel his eyes on me right now."
"But he's facing the other way."
"Shhh. It doesn't matter. He's looking at me. I promise."
Whatever this plan is, I find it to be extremely intriguing. What could it be? If it's as huge as they say it is, this very well may be a new part in emo history. I'm so curious as to what is going on in Jonah's head. He doesn't talk to many people aside from recruitment and during meetings. He's so shy and brooding. Always so angry and villainous. I find it hard not to think about him every time i breathe.
The meeting has been set in motion, signaled by a gong. Everyone goes quiet. We all know to go completely silent when the gong sounds. That is after Travis. Let's just say we don't talk about Travis anymore. Jonah has this overwhelming anger sometimes. I find it attractive. So.... Sadistic.
"As you all know, the police have been noticing the amount of goats going missing from the farm. Maybe noticing a little too much. They're onto us. I better not find out one of you has become a little snitch. You wouldn't want to end up like -"
He stops himself and grins this wild malicious grin as if he knows he doesn't have to finish his sentence because we all know exactly how that very sentence ends.
"Due to their overwhelming certainty that someone is taking goats from the farm, cameras have been put in place. This means we must be stealthier and more careful when we capture our prey. From here on out, we will all be in uniform during rituals. This includes the capturing of the goat. It's safer this way. Another point on our agenda is revenge. We all know why we're here. We black sheep of our kin. We've been ignored, bullied, even assaulted for our differences. No more. We will fight back and avenge our fallen brethren. We will no longer sit in the shadows, painting our fingernails black in peace. Soon. Soon, our fingernails will be painted red with the blood of our enemies. This will be a violent movement of gore and danger. If you don't want part in this, leave. Leave now or stand with us. Just know, if you aren't with us, you're against us."
No one moves for a few seconds until a scrawny white girl stands up and walks to the steps.
"Alexx!", someone yells.
"I can't do this anymore. I thought it'd be fun to be different, but i can't hurt people for a cause I'm not true to. The truth is "
Alexx then rips off her black clothing and smudges off her makeup with her hand revealing uggs, a knit sweater, and the most hideous makeup I've ever seen.
" I'm a basic bitch."
Everyone gasps. Alexx starts to climb the stairs, but when she gets halfway up Jonah trips her. She tumbles down almost in slow motion croaking a most horrific scream. Her head hits hard on the concrete floor and from that spot she doesn't move an inch. Breathless. Dead.
"What the fuck was that for, Jonah??", an emo boy in the front wringers.
"The bitch was gonna die anyways", Jonah shrugs.
"We could've at least sacrificed the hoe. Shit."
"The Emo Gods wouldn't take her if we payed them. Let's be real. She's never Rawr XD'd in front of me. She was never a true emo"
And with that, no one said another word. We continued our meeting as usual with the hour of cringe crying to Mayday Parade and the creative writing sessions of our deep poetry. My poetry consists mostly of Jonah.
Here's a sample piece:
Roses are red
My heart is for you
Rawr XD
Eat my soul, Daddy
It's so deep. He just inspires me so much. The way he talks. The way i can just smell the tension in the air when he's angry. It's this electricity just flowing in the air running through every particle reaching into my deepest circuits until i can feel him in every inch of my soul. Its only when he's gone that i feel the emptiness taking over. The dark pit of despair sinking deeper and deeper until i can't see anything but darkness.
Jonah is my sanity. His scrawny little ass in his skin tight ripped jeans. L just can get him out of my mind. Hes all i think about. My dark world revolves around his dank ass soul. His depressing looks get me through the day. Knowing I'm not the only one.
