Imagine [L.H]

6

LUKE'S POV:
Lacey told me to wait outside the building she was scavenging. She said she didn't need a distraction.

That's all I am. Annoying. A waste of space, to everyone, even to this girl that is still a stranger to me.

I took out a journal I wrote lyrics in, feeling a bit inspired by the scenery surrounding me.
I scribbled random words onto my journal, hoping to find a tune out of the mess, and soon enough I did.

La la la la la la da da
La la la la la la da da

Woo

Just a kid, it's all the same
Growing up, it doesn't change
Who are they to try and put us down?
Had enough of what they say
Sick and tired of all their games,
Stand up and sing it with me now

La la la la la la da da
La la la la la la da da

So save me from who I'm supposed to be
Don't wanna be a victim of authority
I'll always be apart of the minority

I quietly strummed the strings on my guitar, causing the beautiful music to fill my ears.
It sounded a bit off, like the guitar had to be a bit louder but it still sounded decent, so I shrugged it off.

Michael would sound better singing this.
I sound like crap, he sounds so much better.
His voice would fit better with it too.
Most of the songs I wrote would never be completed.

I'd either run out of words to put or just couldn't feel it anymore.

But yet, knowing I was horrible at this, my hand longed for the pencil to write, I lived to have the guitar in my hands and play.

Music was so rare, as odd as it sounds.
Apparently a long time ago - before people like me were considered disappointments, rejects, and outcasts - humans bonded because of music.

Music wasn't even allowed.
Such a stupid rule.

Music was something Katy showed me, she showed me how to play the guitar, she taught me how to think differently.

I was brainwashed into reality; things will never be the same, things will never change, all hope was lost for this pathetic world.

Rules were made so nobody would be different or unique, yet looks and personalities is what set people aside from others.

Personalities is what makes people different.
Peoples eyes, mouths, voices, looks, and body is what makes them unique.

They think that by limiting them on their doings that it will make them all the same, they don't realize people think thoughts that aren't meant to be thought.

That was one thing followers didn't get taken away from them; thoughts.

Outside the walls...now that was something completely different.

Everything was unlimited: happiness, feelings, emotions. Except one thing; people.

There were more followers than rebellions, but it somehow still felt good that there were other people like me.

We were thought of as outcasts but that's the thing that made us different; we spoke our minds.

We weren't afraid to be who we are.

We weren't afraid of being judged.

We weren't afraid of being different.

We weren't afraid of being looked down on.

We're risk takers and that's what we all are.

I looked up to see Lacey looking down at me, eyes watering.
"W-what's wrong?" I asked, standing up so quickly I got dizzy.

I could handle my emotions, I could balance them well, but when you add another persons emotions to the scale, things get a bit overweight on one side.

"Nothing," she muttered, quickly wiping at her eyes, straightening her back, and setting an emotionless expression upon her soft featured face.

She had built walls.

She was expressionless, they stripped her of her feelings as she obeyed their rules.
Can't she see that they're wrong?

"Did you find anything?" I asked, nodding once towards the duffel bag perched upon her shoulder.

"Uh yeah, I guess I have to go now. I liked your uh...what was it called? Singing? You sing good," she said, tucking a strand of dark brown hair behind her ear.

She heard me?
I blushed, knowing someone heard my horrible voice.

I muttered a quick thanks before she began walking away, turning her head slightly and flashing me a small smile.

A dimple suddenly popped up, making me grin like an idiot.
She had dimples too.

~Flashback in italics~
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Dear Luke,

I told you I'd be careful, I'm so so sorry.
I don't know if I'll live or not, but by the looks of it the chances are pretty slim.

I don't know where everyone is at.
We all got separated as a couple of guards saw us in the forest just by the walls.

I'm with Glenn's friend, she won't talk to me, she's panicking and stuff and I don't know what to do.
I don't know her name but her chances are pretty slim also, as are mine.

This note or letter or whatever might be pointless but incase I don't see you again I want you to at least know my last thoughts
You mean so much to me, you're my world, you know that.
I like you so so much.

You're such a special guy, you have an amazing voice. You have eyes that are blue like the oceans I dream about.
Keep being different.
With love,

Katy (hopefully one day) Hemmings
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I noticed tears were making there way down my chin as I read the letter.

Being different was something I will forever do.
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HELLLOOOOOOOO
How are you guys?

Omg that beginning though that song though
(Social Casualty by 5 Seconds of Summer)
That song really relates to this story.

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed.
Excuse any mistakes I made.

I love you all so so much.
Bye guys
~xoxo~
Linda