I wait by the door, foot tapping out a fast rythm. I stare at the clock at the back of the class. Five seconds to go.
Four.
Three.
Two.
One.
Riiiiiiiiiiiing!!!! School is out for the summer. I grab Ryan's hand and walk out of the classroom. We move through the school and when we get outside, he pulls me against him. Warmth travels in my veins. I feel nothing. I've been devoid of any emotion, any expression, any motivation to do anything, since that day, two weeks ago.
"Let's go home." I say to him. He gives me a smile, but it's wrong. It doesn't reach his eyes, which are glassy and distant. I try to ignore it. Probably just concern for me.
We hear a car honk in the parking lot. I look to see my mom standing by her car. Tears stream down her cheeks. I walk over to her, Ryan right behind me.
"Hey, sweeties. Congrats on another successful year." she says without emotion. She smiles, but it's off. Just like Ryan. I sigh and climb into the car without a word. The other two soon follow suit.
"Kylee," my mom starts as we pull out of the school lot. "I... have more news. Your father was taking your grandfather to the store, and--"
"NO!!" I screech. "Don't EVEN say it! Why did this happen? This is so unfair! They're not suspposed to die!" by now the tears are racing down my face, and I can't see through them, and my throat hurts, but I don't care. I turn and face out the window. I can't do this anymore. I turn on the radio and turn it up a bit. The song playing cathces my attention.
"Lay your heart down, the end's in sight. Conscience begs for you to do what's right...." And then he's screaming. "Everyday, it's still the same dull knife! Stab right through and justify your pride!"
And to my surprise, I like it. I tune in and listen.From what I can tell, something went wrong in the singer's life, and he's using knives and pens to try to change it, or to help him get through it. I'll have to look up this song when I get home.
"'Knives and Pens,' Black Veil Brides," the radio says, and then it slides into another song, this one a lot more screechy, I can tell it's not the same band, and I tune out again.
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Look at Things Differently
FanfictionKylee Rose finds her life falling to pieces in front of her eyes, and she can't see any way to stop it. She finds her escape in her music. She finds herself changing in many ways. Eventually she becomes someone she doesn't recognize, but she cannot...
