light// 5sos [luke]

vii

luke and the boys got comfortable back stage in a slightly dusty dressing room with flickering lights that adorned the ceiling with splotches of orange, yellow, and red. to most people, it would have been frightening but to the boys it was an adventure. a thrill ride. exactly what they had been looking for.

ashton was the first to voice his desire to explore the theatre further. he gushed about the old stars who performed here, the secrets hidden in the walls, and, most of all, the ghost that was claimed haunted here.

"supposedly she died here during a play practice," he raved, waving his hands around, grinning with the knowledge that he knew something the others did not, " one night, she stayed late to help the director but she fell from the rafters to her death. now, locals say they see a pale, shaking girl with hair black as night glide through the theater. of course, it's utter rubish. noone's ever died here, but i would like to know more about why people claim to see a girl who doesn't exist."

what he did not know, was that that girl did exist. he also did not know that she was sleeping right above their heads in a drug induced coma.

he also did not know that she was a ghost, in a sense. she was a ghost of her old self. prior to her new life style, she was a bright, young woman with potential. but now, she was a dull girl who had experienced more than anyone her age should have. she was a phantom of the past. a shell of the girl that once was.

ashton, of course, knew none of this. he just wanted to rile his friends up and go explore, as well as quench his curiosity.

"ash, that story was utter bs. no way it's true," calum muttered. but he still stood up, intrigued by the whole situation. the other boys, michael and luke, followed suit.

they shuffled out of the room, laughing and giggling, causing an uproar in the theatre as they examined every room, looking for clues about this mystery phantom.

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the commotion below shook her out of her drug induced slumber. she was like aurora waking up from a hundred years nap. cranky, tired, and hungover, she shook her head and growled. she did not know who the strangers were. she did not want to. she wanted them to leave the theatre so she could have her wonderland back. she did not want them tainting her magical hideaway with their loud footsteps and whimsical laughter. she just wanted them out. but she could do nothing about it.

"fuckin' kidding me?" she muttered under her breath, putting away her little friends in their secret hideaway so the faceless voices could not find them, "this is my place. mine. why are they here? fuck them. fuck this. fuck me."

she continued seething and raging until she was done tidying up, and then she crawled back to her nest of clothes and pulled her knees to her chest, resting her chin on top of them. as much as she was angry with the strangers, she was also frightened. who were they? would they take her friends away? would they take her away? what would happen to the life that she had constructed? would they take it away?

curled into a tight ball in the corner, she racked her brain for what felt like what hours, and was only a few minutes, to find answers but she could figure nothing out. she was still hazy from sleep and drugs, as well as weak from hunger and dehydration, side effects of living on the streets.

"fuckin' hell," she muttered, after coming up short handed and then continued to stare at the door, waiting for whomever it was to take her paradise away

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meanwhile, the four boys had clambered up the stairs and were making there way to her closet. downstairs, they had found in total: 2 feather scarves, an old tiara, moldy burgers, dusty go-go boots, and a handful of guitar picks, but nothing involving the mystery girl.

approaching her closet, one boy shouted, "aye, lets try this door!" in hopes of finding at least something that could clue them in on who this girl was.

they all crowded around the slightly crooked oak door with chipping red paint. it looked like nothing special, but behind it hid a jewel. something entirely out of the world. the exact thing they were looking for. they were pirates and behind this door was the buried treasure.

"lets open it," michael muttered, curiosity growing every second.

as the rest of the boys crowded around luke, who had been given the title 'official door opener', he twisted the rusting knob and pulled the creaky door open. the boys had been expecting to find nothing but old clothes, maybe some clunky old shoes. nothing that they found interesting. what they did find, however, was nothing they could have imagined: a tiny girl with hair so black it looked blue and eyes that somehow managed to scream 'help' and 'leave' simultaneously curled up in a ball in on top of a pile of moth eaten junk.

shocked, luke gaped like a fish and turned to his friends, only to be met with facial expressions that mirrored his own. was this the girl? the ghost? she did not look like a ghost, just a lost soul looking for a home. luke felt sorry for her. he knew that feeling of loneliness and sorrow that ran deeper than his bones. he wanted to help her, to show her the world was not all bad. he wanted her eyes to stop being so cold and scared and to start being as bright and happy as the sun.

he took a couple steps into the closet, ignoring the bewildered gasps of his friends. crouching down in front of her he cleared his throat and prepared to speak.

"what's your name?"

"ebony."

AUTHOR'S NOTE

aye aye you know her name now!!!!!!

this chapter is utter crap but i really just wanted to work her (ebony now) into it and i wanted them to meet.

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