Revised the story and made it first person perspective
:p
Rue
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Chapter 1
Nightwish
“Dear Nico
It’s cold in the city. I should’ve listened to you better and wore that jacket you gave me. I’ve been waiting for Jo to pick me up, but I think I ended up somewhere really strange, I think im lost. The phone signal is down, and everyone is so unfriendly and the cab fare is ridiculous. I walked in hopes of finding a bus stop, but you know me and my sense of direction, I got lost. If you were with me, I’d feel so much better; I wouldn’t feel so at lost… This is, our dream after all. You and I.”
I ran away from home. This lonely city is nowhere close to that, but home isn’t either, home is not the same sweet place I’ve grown to love. Wherever I looked, I saw dead faceless people pretending to live there lives. There pretentious smiles were disgusting to see, there laughter sounded like daggers piercing through my ears, I had to run away, and my journey lead me here.
The City of Nightwish, that’s what it’s called, from a distance, it looked like a city in flames, the lights burned the dark skies lighting up everything. There were no trees, no dirt paths or tractors, no barns or foolish old people talking about crops and conspiracies. What I like most about it though is that everyone had mobile phones, now I wont feel awkward actually using mine. I’ve always had a phone, but I never used it because of public scrutiny. The old folks always saw technology as something evil. All except me, and Nico. I never thought of my self as someone special, in fact I’m so plain that if you place me next to a plain white wall that you would notice it more. There’s nothing brilliant about my existence, and I always thought that I would live and die on that place, but I did something extraordinary, I left. As sad as it may be to admit, leaving Amberville would be the only thing I’ve done closest to brilliant.
When the bus went to a full stop, everyone evacuated the bus, leaving me still trapped in a daze, trapped in the past, my seat.
“Miss.”
The driver called out to me, already standing a feet away from my seat, I wasn’t sure how long he’s been calling me, but with the look on his face, it must’ve been a while. Staring blankly at him, I did not reply, but he continued reciting lines that sounded more like something he practiced.
“Were refueling and changing busses from here on. You can rest at the Nightwish Inn for the night. The snow outside is thick and going any further could put everyone in danger… Is there anything I can help you with Miss?”
There was urgency in his voice, but I didn’t feel like talking back, nor did I feel like getting off the bus, but his tone suggests that I do.
“I’m good.”
Pushing the guitar suitcase on the seat next to mine alerted him, he has a smile on as he helps me carry it on the way out. Other than that, all that I have with me is a small coal colored back pack, inside it a few spare of change, a few folds of clothing, my CD player and my journal.
“Here you go miss.”
My feet felt cold on the ground, it was freezing even under my thick clothing and I felt like I was coming down with something. The lights from afar look so different up-close, it didn’t burn like it appeared to, up-close, it’s actually quite dark, and the city looked dead to my eyes. I took my guitar from the driver who wanted to get rid off me. As instantly as I got it, he went back into the bus and moved away. I sighed in relief, I was never good with conversing with others, I always wonder how others do it talk and act casually within the company of others, I envied them for sometime, until I met Nico.
I looked up amazed of the buildings towering over each other, side by side, all stretched into the horizon like ancient tree’s. There were rules for everything, crossing the roads, placing trash on the right place, even rules in parking cars. I’ve been yelled at by two, maybe five cars just by walking obliviously, I had no idea where I was going. If there was one thing I missed from home, it would be the friendly warmth it gave rather than this scorching cold. I missed how the moon followed me wherever I went, even without searching for it. In the city, there was no moon, nor can the stars be seen, its like they don’t exist. I was no longer home, it was only then that I realized it.
I wanted to get a look of the whole city before it got even darker, but something halted me, a song playing from a car which stopped on the side. It’s not the type of music that I’d listen to, nor was it anything that’s sold from home. Just the sound alone captivated me, and the vocalist sang the words like an angel who crawled out from hell to return to heaven, I felt the song rather than hearing it, sending me shivering from fear, excitement, anticipation, emotions I don’t recognize flooded my existence that I felt so useless, I knelt, as tears fell down involuntarily. Then it stopped. The car moved passed me like it was never there. I panicked, and chased after it, I wanted to hear it again, I wanted to make sure it was real.
The car moved fast even under the heavy snow, I was in such a rush that I dropped my guitar case, but I didn’t care. The song took over my body, mind and soul, it brought me to life again, and nothing else mattered. I continued to hear it from a distance but it sent me into the deeper part of the city, the recluse area filled with darkness and thin wall of trees surrounding it. I lost the car and the music diminished to nothing leaving me alone in the darkness. I kept on walking regardless of being lost, The more I stayed there the more I felt the cold. Following the trail left behind by the car lead me to a rather remote bar in the middle of no-where. Similar music played from the bar, but it wasn’t the same as the one I heard earlier, something from that song alone struck me. I saw the car and something I shouldn’t have. Two people sat on the hood, kissing each other gruesomely without a care in the world, presumably, the owners of the car. The girl had dark hair with neon pink streaks appearing here and there, her eyes had dark underlining, sparkling in the dark. She was staring at me while kissing the guy with the green Mohawk, his face pierced in places I didn’t want to know. I’ve never felt more unwanted in my life, her stare priced through me like daggers, I felt like I was doing something wrong, and she was telling me to get lost, so I took a step back as they ate each others lips. I bumped onto something, turning to look what it was, I saw a tall, jolly looking guy who had makeup on, his clothes were wrong for his gender, but maybe this was normal in the city.
“Uhm.. Hello.”
I said, in a low embarrassed tone.
“Why hello there…”
His face looked like rubber as it stretched on both sides as he formed a grin, he sounded feminine, or rather, he tried to sound like one. As I kept silent, he felt the need to speak again, spreading his arms as if willing to embrace me if needed.
“Welcome to Le Morgue”
His rubber face was still stretched into a grin, but even in his lively tone and rubber grin, I didn’t feel comfortable.
“Uhm, I have to go.”
I turned to walk away but this time the girl with the scary glare was in front of me.
“You’re not from here, are you?”
Her tone was insulting, provoking, and I could swear hearing a little humor in there too but I can’t entertain her now. I stepped back as the rubber face guy placed both his hands on my shoulder.
“Now now, don’t scare our costumer.”
I couldn’t help but notice his tone shift on the word costumer making me feel even more uncomfortable. I took his hand off my shoulder with much more force than I hoped.
“I really need to go.”
I insisted turning back to the direction from where I came from. It didn’t feel like they were following me, but I was tempted to look back, turning to see if they were watching me, they were. The rubber faced man still wore his grin waving back at me, as if saying we’ll meet again, and the scary girl glared at me for no exact reason. I went at a faster phase, but this time, I was really lost. I was in so much panic that I just walked away to get away, and didn’t have any counter measures. But that didn’t stop me from walking aimlessly no, the worst thing that could happen was to end up back at the place they called Le Morgue.
After countless efforts to return to the city, I finally found a dirt path, it’s not what I had hoped for, but it is a path non the less. As I followed it, it lead me to an area of dead mansions all with towering walls surrounding it. I wanted to ring the bell and ask if anyone was home, even with just one, but what if the people who lived there were much like the people from Le Morgue, I wasn't willing to risk that, so I sat on bench attached to a defaced marble statue of some Greek goddess. I wanted to call someone, but who would I call not knowing anyone? In the end I ended up falling asleep involuntarily. In my dream I saw two shadows of tall pale skinned men watching me sleep. They had the same face. There expression was blank as they carried me away into one of the mansions surrounding the area. It might be a dream; it might be not, but one thing im certain of. After that, I was cold no longer.
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Rue
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Chapter 1
Nightwish
“Dear Nico
It’s cold in the city. I should’ve listened to you better and wore that jacket you gave me. I’ve been waiting for Jo to pick me up, but I think I ended up somewhere really strange, I think im lost. The phone signal is down, and everyone is so unfriendly and the cab fare is ridiculous. I walked in hopes of finding a bus stop, but you know me and my sense of direction, I got lost. If you were with me, I’d feel so much better; I wouldn’t feel so at lost… This is, our dream after all. You and I.”
I ran away from home. This lonely city is nowhere close to that, but home isn’t either, home is not the same sweet place I’ve grown to love. Wherever I looked, I saw dead faceless people pretending to live there lives. There pretentious smiles were disgusting to see, there laughter sounded like daggers piercing through my ears, I had to run away, and my journey lead me here.
The City of Nightwish, that’s what it’s called, from a distance, it looked like a city in flames, the lights burned the dark skies lighting up everything. There were no trees, no dirt paths or tractors, no barns or foolish old people talking about crops and conspiracies. What I like most about it though is that everyone had mobile phones, now I wont feel awkward actually using mine. I’ve always had a phone, but I never used it because of public scrutiny. The old folks always saw technology as something evil. All except me, and Nico. I never thought of my self as someone special, in fact I’m so plain that if you place me next to a plain white wall that you would notice it more. There’s nothing brilliant about my existence, and I always thought that I would live and die on that place, but I did something extraordinary, I left. As sad as it may be to admit, leaving Amberville would be the only thing I’ve done closest to brilliant.
When the bus went to a full stop, everyone evacuated the bus, leaving me still trapped in a daze, trapped in the past, my seat.
“Miss.”
The driver called out to me, already standing a feet away from my seat, I wasn’t sure how long he’s been calling me, but with the look on his face, it must’ve been a while. Staring blankly at him, I did not reply, but he continued reciting lines that sounded more like something he practiced.
“Were refueling and changing busses from here on. You can rest at the Nightwish Inn for the night. The snow outside is thick and going any further could put everyone in danger… Is there anything I can help you with Miss?”
There was urgency in his voice, but I didn’t feel like talking back, nor did I feel like getting off the bus, but his tone suggests that I do.
“I’m good.”
Pushing the guitar suitcase on the seat next to mine alerted him, he has a smile on as he helps me carry it on the way out. Other than that, all that I have with me is a small coal colored back pack, inside it a few spare of change, a few folds of clothing, my CD player and my journal.
“Here you go miss.”
My feet felt cold on the ground, it was freezing even under my thick clothing and I felt like I was coming down with something. The lights from afar look so different up-close, it didn’t burn like it appeared to, up-close, it’s actually quite dark, and the city looked dead to my eyes. I took my guitar from the driver who wanted to get rid off me. As instantly as I got it, he went back into the bus and moved away. I sighed in relief, I was never good with conversing with others, I always wonder how others do it talk and act casually within the company of others, I envied them for sometime, until I met Nico.
I looked up amazed of the buildings towering over each other, side by side, all stretched into the horizon like ancient tree’s. There were rules for everything, crossing the roads, placing trash on the right place, even rules in parking cars. I’ve been yelled at by two, maybe five cars just by walking obliviously, I had no idea where I was going. If there was one thing I missed from home, it would be the friendly warmth it gave rather than this scorching cold. I missed how the moon followed me wherever I went, even without searching for it. In the city, there was no moon, nor can the stars be seen, its like they don’t exist. I was no longer home, it was only then that I realized it.
I wanted to get a look of the whole city before it got even darker, but something halted me, a song playing from a car which stopped on the side. It’s not the type of music that I’d listen to, nor was it anything that’s sold from home. Just the sound alone captivated me, and the vocalist sang the words like an angel who crawled out from hell to return to heaven, I felt the song rather than hearing it, sending me shivering from fear, excitement, anticipation, emotions I don’t recognize flooded my existence that I felt so useless, I knelt, as tears fell down involuntarily. Then it stopped. The car moved passed me like it was never there. I panicked, and chased after it, I wanted to hear it again, I wanted to make sure it was real.
The car moved fast even under the heavy snow, I was in such a rush that I dropped my guitar case, but I didn’t care. The song took over my body, mind and soul, it brought me to life again, and nothing else mattered. I continued to hear it from a distance but it sent me into the deeper part of the city, the recluse area filled with darkness and thin wall of trees surrounding it. I lost the car and the music diminished to nothing leaving me alone in the darkness. I kept on walking regardless of being lost, The more I stayed there the more I felt the cold. Following the trail left behind by the car lead me to a rather remote bar in the middle of no-where. Similar music played from the bar, but it wasn’t the same as the one I heard earlier, something from that song alone struck me. I saw the car and something I shouldn’t have. Two people sat on the hood, kissing each other gruesomely without a care in the world, presumably, the owners of the car. The girl had dark hair with neon pink streaks appearing here and there, her eyes had dark underlining, sparkling in the dark. She was staring at me while kissing the guy with the green Mohawk, his face pierced in places I didn’t want to know. I’ve never felt more unwanted in my life, her stare priced through me like daggers, I felt like I was doing something wrong, and she was telling me to get lost, so I took a step back as they ate each others lips. I bumped onto something, turning to look what it was, I saw a tall, jolly looking guy who had makeup on, his clothes were wrong for his gender, but maybe this was normal in the city.
“Uhm.. Hello.”
I said, in a low embarrassed tone.
“Why hello there…”
His face looked like rubber as it stretched on both sides as he formed a grin, he sounded feminine, or rather, he tried to sound like one. As I kept silent, he felt the need to speak again, spreading his arms as if willing to embrace me if needed.
“Welcome to Le Morgue”
His rubber face was still stretched into a grin, but even in his lively tone and rubber grin, I didn’t feel comfortable.
“Uhm, I have to go.”
I turned to walk away but this time the girl with the scary glare was in front of me.
“You’re not from here, are you?”
Her tone was insulting, provoking, and I could swear hearing a little humor in there too but I can’t entertain her now. I stepped back as the rubber face guy placed both his hands on my shoulder.
“Now now, don’t scare our costumer.”
I couldn’t help but notice his tone shift on the word costumer making me feel even more uncomfortable. I took his hand off my shoulder with much more force than I hoped.
“I really need to go.”
I insisted turning back to the direction from where I came from. It didn’t feel like they were following me, but I was tempted to look back, turning to see if they were watching me, they were. The rubber faced man still wore his grin waving back at me, as if saying we’ll meet again, and the scary girl glared at me for no exact reason. I went at a faster phase, but this time, I was really lost. I was in so much panic that I just walked away to get away, and didn’t have any counter measures. But that didn’t stop me from walking aimlessly no, the worst thing that could happen was to end up back at the place they called Le Morgue.
After countless efforts to return to the city, I finally found a dirt path, it’s not what I had hoped for, but it is a path non the less. As I followed it, it lead me to an area of dead mansions all with towering walls surrounding it. I wanted to ring the bell and ask if anyone was home, even with just one, but what if the people who lived there were much like the people from Le Morgue, I wasn't willing to risk that, so I sat on bench attached to a defaced marble statue of some Greek goddess. I wanted to call someone, but who would I call not knowing anyone? In the end I ended up falling asleep involuntarily. In my dream I saw two shadows of tall pale skinned men watching me sleep. They had the same face. There expression was blank as they carried me away into one of the mansions surrounding the area. It might be a dream; it might be not, but one thing im certain of. After that, I was cold no longer.
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