PREFACE:

 

 

"Time is all I want. It's all I wanted, more time. I can never get enough time." I repeated to the woman who sat across from me with a notepad on her thigh, a pen in her hand that was moving, writing. Writing what? I don't know. I repeated the words I spoke before, not exactly sure why I'm saying it again or why I needed more time. She wanted an explanation. Hell, I wanted an explanation. "They never gave me enough time. They all expect me to get over it, but how? To have someone leave your life willingly hurts. They don't know that. They think she'll come back, that they always do." I took a shaky breath, only half the oxygen making it to my lungs. "She's gone. She left me and I don't know why, and now I'm not sure I want to. Rosalina has her reasons for everything she does. She only said what you needed to know. Her actions are ruled by thoughts of what would happen next." Wait, who is Rosalina. Why I’m I saying this stuff? I looked the therapist in the eyes, my gaze never breaking from hers. "I know why she ran away. I know that she's okay. I also know where she is." I clearly stated, scaring myself yet I wasn’t able to express it. It’s like my body isn’t my own.

The therapist looked at me, analyzing me and a flash a fear went across her face before she quickly hid it. She took a deep breath. "Why don't you tell me?"

"I can't." I replied. "It's a secret. The only thing I can tell you is, she's okay. She's fine. She'll be found soon, too. Heaven just couldn't wait for her.”

 

 

 

 

Chapter One

                   "Star light, Star bright Please don't let me die tonight

              The evil within has taken possession

              Their hollow black eyes

             Shows their decomposition

             Star light, Star bright

             Will I make it home tonight?

            Or will my soul join them

            In this phase, unreal

            Without the real promise of revenge"

I sang in the empty auditorium. It was just the guys in my band and me setting up for the mini-concert at my new school that I, not only start but sponsor, too.

Josh, the lead guitarist in the band looks at me. "That is the creepiest song ever. Why do you always sing it?" He asked.

"Just because I'm going to be staying in this country when you head home and I'm leaving the band after today, you want to know all my secrets?" The whole band nodded as I looked around. "Too, bad. I love being mysterious, it’s a thing I got going on." I looked at Josh. "Or wait, is there a something else? Are you afraid of what the song may hint at or mean?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Because it may mean something, she says." Josh's younger brother, the drummer, says in a deep mocking tone.

"Haven't you all noticed that it always does? I mean we all know she's crazy, why question it. The song means something." The bass player replied.

"That my dear friends, it’s true. The song means..." I looked at them with wide eyes. "It means... I'm going to kill you all and then they're going to put me pack in there. I can't go back there." I said traces of mock fear in my voice. They laughed and I shrugged my shoulders. "Okay, fellas." I said when their laughter died. "Are we done?" They nodded. "Awesome, 'cause I heard there was a cafeteria, that contained food I have never had in my life, around the corner." I jumped off the stage and quickly walked to the doors leading out of the auditorium. I ran into the hall, the guys close behind me.

I opened the cafeteria double doors; I quickly searched the room with my eyes, clearly not paying attention to the people. When I located the lunch line, I took off running. I ran smack into something. As I looked up from the floor where I fell on my butt, I realized it was a guy. As my eyes continued to look up, I noticed the muscular build of a guy that played enough sports for the two people in a baby blue polo, and jeans. Soon enough, as my eyes made their way towards his face, I was gazing into the most beautiful liquid silver eyes I have ever seen. Notice how I didn’t even focus on his face! How does one describe eyes so beautiful? Whoa there Shakespeare, calm yourself.

I shook my head, trying to clear it. The guy stretched out his hand, I, who doesn’t believe in chivalry, ignored his hand and got up on my own. "Look, I am so sorry. Would you believe me, if I said that I don’t normally run into people?" I didn’t look up at his face, too afraid of what would happen if I did, so I stared at his chest instead. It wasn’t like I was looking down, I was just looking straight, and he’s a full head taller than me.

"No, I wouldn’t believe you and it’s alright. No harm, no foul." His voice was deep, and a tad but husky with a clear Irish accent.

"Normally my ego would be hurt by the assumption that this isn’t the first time I bumped into someone but your accent is totally distracting me. Bye." I walked past him and never looked his way. I heard him chuckle darkly behind me but I refused to look back at him, making my way to the lunch line. Then I started singing in a low voice, "Star light, Star bright, please don’t…"

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We started with a cover of Gavin DeGraw's "I Don't Want To Be".

"I don't need to be anything other

Than a prison gaurd's son

I don't need to be anything other

Than a specialist's son

I don't have to be anyone other

Than the birth of two souls in one

Part of where I'm going, is knowing where I'm coming from..."

This song means so much to me. The way the lyrics explain how we try to fit in and how we shouldn't. How the worlds full of liars and imposters, it even in a way explains how we should just be us. This is the song that had me writing my own songs, and singing. It's also the reason I started watching One Tree Hill.

We played some of our songs and put in a few other covers, by other artist. It's the last gig we have togather as a band, since they leave tonight. So we jammed, to our favorites and acted like no one else was there. I even played a few instruments, which I haven't done in like forever. We spent like three hours in that auditorium, playing our hearts out. Now we have about six minutes  before everyone leaves. So I finally adressed the crowd. "It's time for one last song. So I hope you like Ed Sheeren's 'Give Me Love'."

"Give me love like her,

'cause lately I've been waking up alone,

Paint splattered teardrops on my shirt,

Told you I'd let them go,

And that I'll fight my corner,

Maybe tonight I'll call yah,

After my blood turns to alcohol,

No, I just want to hold yah..."

I closed my eyes, feeling the music and singing with so much passion. It's the last song I'll be singing with this band. My pals, friends, freaks, musicians, my first band. Missing them is probably going to be hard. Especailly since I've never felt that emotion, heard about, never went through it. I opened my eyes to see students dancing with either random student of the other gender, or their boyfriends/girlfriends. I smiled a little.

"A man may drink and not be drunk

A man may fight and not be slain

A man may court a pretty girl

And perhaps be welcomed back again

But since it has so ought to be

By a time to rise and by a time to fall

Come fill to me the parting glass

Good night and joy be with you all

Good night and joy be with you all."

When I finished the last line of the song, I looked out to the crowd again. That's when my gaze fell, to a pair of liguid silver eyes and almost gasped. I caught myslef and looked away. I turned to the guys and they bowed, and then I bowed towards the crowd. The headmaster of the school walked up on stage and shook my hand before whispering in my ear, "You sounded just like her."He said with his thick Irish accent. He walked toward the mike while I stood there in shock and confusement. Sounded just like who? Is the headmaster on crack? Did he mean my mother? NO, no way he meant my mother. That would mean I was Irish and that can't be possible, I don't even look Irish. Do I? Oh, god. Can I be anymore confused?

I shook my head and walked off the stage, while the headmaster told the students that the assembly was over. They all left, and not in the single file he wanted. I chuckled before I walked up to the guys.

"So, I guess this is good-bye?" I asked them.

They nodded. "God, we're going to miss your crazy ass. Your creepy songs, your musical talent, english tutoring... It's going to be hell on our grades." Josh said.

I raised my eye brows, and looked at him disbelieving. "That's all you guys used me for? Wow, I'm shocked. I had more uses than that. Oh, well." I turned around. "I'll see you guys. Or I won't. Laters." I walked out the auditorium and towards the main office. Good-byes are so not our thing.

I walked around and came to crashing stop into two people. Can you find this a surprise? I crashed into silvered eyed dude and a girl that is prabably his girlfriend. "God, do you watch where you're going?" I looked up at her, her tone harsh and british.

"Nope." I popped the 'p' alittle peeved. "Never. What would be the fun in that. I mean we Americans love walking around blind. I like mean it's so like fun." I said mimicking some of the dumb peroxide blondes that I've met in L.A, did I mention the chica is a peroxide blonde. I could tell from here. I walked away from her and him, quickly.

"Aren't you at least going to apologize?" She yelled as I walked away.

"I was taught not to say things I didn't mean. So no, I'm not going to apologize." I then stopped walking and turned around, staring into her eyes. "You should use bleach, it works better than peroxide." Her eyes flashed with anger as she gasped cruelly, and I heard the silvered eyed dude chuckle. I turned around and continued to walk to the main office. That's when I hear her scream, "WHY THE HELL ARE YOU LAUGHING, DAMON!?" Damn that woman is loud. That didn't stop me from laughing hysterically towards the office.

Wait, so that's his name... Damon, Damon, Damon... I think we are going to have lots of fun. Lots and lots of fun that you will probably hate me for. Oh well.

 

Chapter Two

ONE HOUR LATER

 

Have you ever imagined a classroom filled with people staring at you and it almostseems like they see you naked. Yeah, this is one of those moments. I just walked into a classroom I was just 20 minutes ago told I had to teach, I mean come on. Do I look qualified to teach my own peers how to creatively write? I don't think I do. I'm wearing black, faded skinny-jeans, combat boots, a black tank top, I have black eye-liner to outline my eyes and my hair in a messy bun - making my pentagram tattoo visible. I looked like a struggling artist, but not struggling enough that I don't eat, but enough that I do eat. I mean the tattoo wasn't enough to faze them, I mean I know I'm practically the reason the school is still here, but teaching... Shame on them.

So there are people staring at me, well the boys looked at me like a was the last thing on this earth left to eat, so in other words, they be thirsty. Anywho, yeah they're staring at me. I took a deep breath and glared at them, before walking up to the board. I then procided to write my name Hex Ravencrow, in the best script I could. I turned around and stared at them, waiting.

One guy looked at me like I was insane, he looked like a surfer and  spoke with an australian accent. "Mate, you do realize that we have the toughest teacher right? If he finds out you wrote on the board he's going to flip."

I raised in eye-brow, then it hit me. "So that's why he died of a heart attack?! He's coldhearted!" Then more to myself, I mummbled "explains so much." I shook my head. They all looked at me like I was nuts, except two people. They sat in the back, they looked towards me with a gleam of a shared secret. Um, okay. I'll check their minds in a few. "I'm new teacher. Call me by my name, call me Miss RavenCrow I might blow a casket. I'm going to put on music and I want you to write a story that reflects the music." I looked at a blonde a girl, I nodded at her, "What's your name annd what album do you want to write about?"

Her eyes went wide and she looked like a deer caught in headlights. "Um, uh... My name is Sarah. The album Goodbye Lullaby, Avril Lavigne."

I nodded my approval. "Nice choice." I walked over to the Mac computer in the front corner and realized the speakers they had here, aren't going to do. I took my phone out my pocket and dailed Xavier's number. As soon as he picked up I said, "How much do you love me?" He answered enough to do whatever I wanted him to, and 10 minutes later, he walked in with two bluetooth speakers and my iPad. "You rock!" He nodded, then put the stuff on the front desk and walked out. Typical Xavier the butler. I started the album and put it on loop.

Since I was using my phone for the music, I took my headphones and my iPad and started to watch a movie on Netflix, my choice being Silent House. Then about a few minutes into the movie, I looked up from the iPad and saw them all writing. That's when a thought popped into my head, "You guys are going to hand this in by the end of the period." The boys groaned. I chuckled at that.

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The rest of the day involved me doing absolutely nothing except finding my dorm, making it feel like home and laying on my bed. After watching another episode of Tosh.0, I decided that it was time for me to take a look at the papers I made the kids in my creative writing class write. I took the pile from my desk and took a look at them.

One student rewrote every song lyric into words of her own or at least what she thought it meant. Another student wrote a story about a girl who meet someone who takes her pain away. A guy student wrote about a himself and how he would like to be accepted into society but doesn't really want to. Every paper was different. Then there where two papers I haven't checked yet.

   "The girl who doesn't know her other gift

    Will learn when her power turns and shifts

    But will she be able to learn its name or

    Will she be told before her time ends."

Okay, thats not creepy...The next one reads:

    "She knows who she is,

    But does she know what she is?

    Will she realized she doesn't fit,

    In a world where she shouldn't exist?

    WE KNOW WHO YOU ARE

    BUT WE DON'T CARE."

That one was a little more creepier then the first, I've got to admit. This reminds me, I forgot to read those guys is minds. Damn, me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Texte: RosalynnAltagraciaRivas
Lektorat: RosalynnRivas
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 31.12.2013

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I dedicate this to: Everyone who reads this. My Creative Writing teacher. My creative mind. And all my crushes, you helped me make the best fantasy guy ever known.(At least to me)