"I'm home!"
My voice rings out down the corridor, and, as usual, is received in silence. Looks like mom's writing songs, again. Sighing, I storm up the stairs.
I don't normally let people into my room. It's small, but it holds more of me than anywhere I know. There's a guitar on the floor, strewn with lyrics and tabs. There's a dusty brown desk in the corner. The walls are lined with empty shelves. Hanging over my bed is a drawing of a butterfly I drew when I was eight.
God, I'm depressing when I'm alone.
Staring at the ceiling, my thought patterns get more and more disturbing until I decide to call Cori.
Her number is first on my contacts list, which should be about right considering she's pretty much the only person I ever call.
"Hi," I mutter into the phone.
"Wow, you sound happy," she laughs, instantly knowing it's me, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing. My room's just making me depressed."
"God, Hazel!" she laughs again, "How can a room make you depressed?"
"I don't know. It's just sort of...empty."
"Jesus Christ," she's still laughing and it's starting to get on my nerves, "Go buy some junk to fill it up with. God."
I'm tempted to say something about mentioning the Lord's name in vain, but I'm not in the mood.
"Yeah, okay," I say dryly and hang up.
I sit listlessly, even more alone than I was when I picked up the phone. You're pathetic, Hazel, I hear Cori's voice echoing in my head. Honestly, I think I'm going insane.
I hate to do it. It ties me to him, to her in that inexplicable way that only music can, and yet it's the only thing I know how to do. I pick up my guitar and begin to sing. The chords blend into my voice in a mosaic of sound. And when I lie back on my bed like an empty shell, I decide. Tomorrow I am going to talk to Ashton Irwin. Weird or not, there is something about him I need to know more about. Suddenly, I no longer care how guarded he is, I'm going to break down his walls and find the truth.
Wow that was intense. Sorry nothing really happened, I needed a filler chapter.
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Butterflies
FanfictionHazel Breen is nothing special. She's smart but not too smart, pretty but not gorgeous, she follows the crowd. That is, until she meets the new kid, Ashton, who teaches her to be different and changes her life forever.