Phantom Blood

Phantom Blood [2]

*A/N*

Hey! Chapter 2 of Phantom Blood Up.

BTW: What I have written here is not really what I think describes an "Emo" and it is meant to in fact show that Saffron is a teeny bit clueless about the whole thing... Get it? Gratzi!

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Saffron

Change

About half a year ago, on the second of February, my mom died. A week later my hamster, Charles, died too. Two days after that my little brother, Damien, kicked over my ant farm and then the very next day I farted so loudly in the cafeteria at school, China must have heard, thus enlightening me that Fate, Karma, Destiny, whatever that bitch was called, did indeed have something against me. Baked beans may be my favorite food (especially on toast,) but after all of my trauma couldn't Fate have cut me some slack? I mean, really? Farting? In school?

That very night, after crying long and hard on my bed, I decided a change must take place, and several did.

So just under five months later, I'd lost several pounds, my old pair of hideous glasses, got myself a new hair style, (long, black, with a few red highlights and a spiky fringe,) bought a whole new wardrobe and, obviously, moved. House and school. Area in fact. Dad couldn't bear living in the house after mom had died. I didn't complain. I needed to get out of there quick as possible anyway.

We used to live in Seattle but after packing up our possessions and fleeing, we arrived in Kirkland, Washington. Did I miss my old friends? Nope. Did I miss my ants? Not much. Did I miss my mum? Meh. Did I miss Charles? With a vengeance, but one that I could hide very well. I decided I wouldn't care about anything or anyone anymore. Nothing could scare me. No one could make me run to my bed crying because of a little bit of gas which was natural in the bloody human system anyway, -everybody has done it, it isn't a bloody crime, - I decided I would become an Emo.

After that, whenever I got pocket money from my father it was spent on: black nail polish, black clothes, black kohl, black mascara, black converse -a little bit of color was allowed on those, obviously-, black and red hair dye, dark lipstick, grey contacts, tampons, credit, Haribos, galaxy chocolate, notebooks, pens, pencils and CD's. Oh and scented candles. I had a whole collection. So calming... You get the picture.

My music had also changed. I grew out of my minor Mika fanatic; don't know why I ever liked the guy... I started listening to bands like Tokio Hotel, 30 Seconds to Mars, Death Cab for Cutie, My Chemical Romance, Paramore, Mae and Avenged Sevenhold. I felt more, new me when those drums and guitars blasted through my system.

'Going out.' I called as I walked through the back door. Dad was sitting in the kitchen reading a paper. He didn't look up. I doubted he had been listening to a word I'd said. Or taking in anything he was reading.

Instead of staying in our yard, as Dad had restricted me to until we knew the area better, I entered an empty forest area beside a graveyard that was quite close to our house and had a gorgeous meadow in the middle. I brought a shoulder bag with my phone, a notebook and a pen inside in case there was anything to draw or I got any inspiration to write. Because that's what I did. I hoped to be an artist or author someday and I loved writing poetry. And as an Emo, writing poetry was a way to escape from myself; the change had almost improved my skill in writing as I spent more and more time doing it.

It wasn't cold in the forest but it was cooler than most summer days. I welcomed the breeze. I didn't like things being too hot; I felt suffocated and as I was slightly claustrophobic, this was not a good idea.

In a mini clearing I placed my bag down by a rock and lay down, resting my head on my bag and closing my eyes. The last two months of heavy packing and unpacking, of arriving in a new location was catching up with me. Despite the restless wind blowing through trees that loomed above me and about me in every direction, everything felt so calm and beautiful. Contentedly, I curled up into a tight ball and fell asleep.

I woke up hearing the rustle of bushes around me. For a moment I saw a dark shadow less than two meters away from me, but seconds later it was gone. I sat up slowly, yawing and stretching as far as possible as though my arms were being pulled. With sleepy eyes, I looked around the forest around me for some explanation as to the shadow. I saw none, but the forest still looked incredibly beautiful, as it had before I fell asleep, it was much darker, though not too much because it was still summer. I pulled my bag from behind me and rooted for my Blackberry before checking the time. It was nine. I may have freaked out if I hadn't taken on my new 'I don't give a shit' status. Calmly, I slipped my Blackberry back into my bag, took out my pen and notebook and began to write.

Minutes later I got a strange feeling that I was being watched. I could feel a gentle breath around me, running through my hair and down my neck. I shivered and swatted about me but the feeling continued.

The stubbornness in me was the only thing that kept me there for another two minutes. Strange as it was, even though I could hear nothing but the trees swaying about me, I felt something, someone. They weren't happy, they were angry, and I felt that it was all my fault.

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