Lost Wolf {Book 1 of White Star Series: Boyxboy, Werewolf}

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Wynter

"Um... Thank you Rebecca for that... Beautiful? Beautiful rendition of 'The Star Spangled Banner'." The announcer says trying not to choke on his own words. Let's just say that the entire time she was... singing, if you can call it that, she was practically screeching because she jacked up the song 5 octaves. So basically, she's now the laughing stock of the school.

Why does Symphonic Choir have to go first? Our first song is me singing a solo... That kind of, is one meant for a woman.... And is relatively difficult. I feel as if I sing, I'll make matters for that girl worse and she'll hate me and make sure my life is a living hell. But... Then again, when has anyone brought me down for doing what I love? Though, no one has ever heard me sing before, besides Lizzy of coarse.

With the reassurance from Mr. Murphy, a still calmness falls upon my being as a take a deep breath. They can't hurt you Wynter, this is your time to shine and NOBODY can bring us down.

'Us?' Sometimes I don't understand myself when I talk to me. I talk as if someone's with me... Is that weird? Well, sometimes I hear my father and mother in my head whispering to me wishes of good luck and expressing their love for me. It always comforts me, knowing my parents are always with me; makes me feel safe and protected. Like no matter what happens, it will always end in a good way, one way or another. That's basically how I've made it through life anyway but whatever.

After a second, I que the pianist to begin the intro and stealthily make my way to the double door entrance at the back of the auditorium for my... grand entrance. Being the only senior graduating this year, I kind of get special little... Gifts? No, more like opportunities. And this is my first. I stand quietly in the shallow bu dark alcove, hiding my being away from the audience. God, this so nerve racking but, I can't turn back now; I can do it. 

The piano stops, and I start. 

"Oh, sleep. Oh sleep...
Oh sleep, why dost thou leave me?
Why dost thou leave?
Why thy visionary joys remove?"
With the first notes, people are hooked. Wondering where it's coming from, better yet, whom is it coming from. For some reason, every time I sing this song, I feel different. I feel... sad, alone; I feel as if I live another life; a life that's full of death. A part of me feels hurt, yet safe, protected even from being hidden... but with this song... I feel, alive. Does that even make sense? 

"Oh sleep! again deceive me, to my arms.
Restore my wand'ring love, restore-
my wand'ring love, my wand'ring love,
restore my wand'ring love."
Surprisingly, my nerves are gone. I'm such a bad ass! This is going so great! Why was I so nervous in the first place? This is so fricken easy, and so much fun. I should have done this years ago... I look around the auditorium to look for Lizzy; she said she'd watch my performance. 

She's not in here... like other people I know. My... parents, they're away on business god knows where; so I live alone, eat and sleep alone, drive myself to school and keep food on the table. They always send back money for me, but it's usually not enough so usually I just skip eating so I can afford other things; gas, supplies, that stuff. It's not so bad, just lonely sometimes but it could be worse. It can always be worse, can't it? Yes, I could always be on the streets or something. 'Be happy with whatcha got,' that's what mother always says, well, when she's home that is.

"Again deceive me, oh, sleep!
To my arms, to my arms restore,
restore my love."
Without even realizing it, I had traveled from the back of the large auditorium filled to the brim to the empty and lonely stage; the light shinning on me like a beacon. All eyes gaze upon me, and me alone as I finish and the song ends softly... The warm light dissipates, darkening the stage to blackness, and I duck behind the curtain from all the judgmental eyes to the safety of seclusion.