My Ranking Points
Christine sang to herself, it brought back both joy and sadness. The thing was the last time she had sung was when her father was alive, after that singing disinterested her.
Why did she feel the urge now? Her interest in music resurfaced after the Trial and that was two days ago.
It was that voice she heard in the tunnel, it seemed to stay in her head, it seemed to echo in her head. She heard the song everywhere, it snuck into her dreams, when she became too deep in thought it hummed in her head, and she heard it in the voice of the boy she helped yesterday. Everything inside of her was screaming at her to find the voice.
She tried to hide this fixation with the haunting voice, but Megan knew something was wrong with Christine. The two were so close they were like sisters and like sisters they both knew when something was bugging one another. Luckily for Christine, she had a trick up her sleeve to stop Megan from asking the questions she wasn’t ready to answer. Her one sure fire trick was to push Megan’s boyfriend, Joseph, in the middle of them. She did, though, feel bad that he was taking all the glares that were meant for her.
In all Christine knew that Megan would eventually ask her even if Joseph was around, but she was hoping that she would collect her thoughts by then, and her thoughts right now were to go back to the source of where she heard the music. It was after all her classes and she didn’t want to go back to her dorm just yet so why not confront it now.
She walked toward the staircase with hesitation in each step. Why was she so afraid, why did the fear swirled in her head like little curly doodles. She had never done anything without anyone really helping her through it, the help is nice in all, but at a certain point one does find themselves wanting to be able prove that they can do something on their own.
She swallowed her fright and quietly treaded down the steps into the location of the tunnel. At first it was quiet, she didn’t mind quiet, but now was a time where she didn’t want quiet.
“How long does time pass in a cave?” she found herself thinking after a few seconds, her next thought after a few minutes was, “I couldn’t have made it up, did I?” This thought sent a slight shiver of paranoia down her spine. She took a step backward and leaned against the wall trying to allow herself to calm down, and then she heard singing. It was the voice from the night of the trail. Was she making it up?
I was just as wonderful as she remembered, but was it a sign of instability. It made her want to sing, but why, why after so many years was she inspired to sing after hearing someone else. Why after hearing this person?
She stayed quiet so they wouldn’t run off like last time, and when it went quiet again she hoped that it wasn’t true. Well did it have to end? The nights that followed after she found herself wondering into the tunnel after classes to absorb the mainly sad songs the voice sang.
Over the past few nights Eric didn’t feel alone when he sang. It probably was the some left over anxiety from the night of the trial. He still was recovering from the fear that some else might of heard him the night of the trial.
He still sang, even if someone was listening because it is one of the few things he enjoys, and he also knew wouldn’t be able to sing later
The thing was that he was going to become a crow, and when he finishes school he won’t return to his sister as a human. That didn’t matter, in the end the two would still be reunited, and he still could watch over and guide her. The only thing about being a crow, though, was the possibility of losing the ability to sing. He never has heard a crow sing before.
He shock off the thoughts of the futures. No, now he would be selfish, no, now he could be selfish, now he could sing.
He took a breath,
“Selene, thou shall be the last I see,
For all I do now is bleed.
A blade had pierced my shoulder
And I lost too much blood to move.
In the end my final words will be to you.
They left me here for dead,
They left me here to die.
In the end I accept my fate so I shan’t cry.
“Why do you always sing sad songs?” a voice shyly interrupted. If it was intended to be meek it clearly failed. The walls echoed the loudness of the words which scared both the stranger and Eric.
He froze terrified of the possibilities of who it could be. His breaths deepened as he felt the world swirling around him. “I have to get out of here,” he thought dragging his shaky feet on the ground so he would not make a single solitary noise.
“Wait,” the voice rang again which made Eric’s intake of air increase rapidly as he felt paralyzed in fright yet again, “I’m sorry if I scared you,” the voice cried as he heard footsteps slowly approach his location. He dropped to his knees, he didn’t know if the unknown person would hurt him yet, but his mind convinced him they would. He felt tears run down his face, he wouldn’t be able to sing any more.
The steps stopped. He let out a slight sigh of relief, “They have hit the bars between schools, so they don’t go to my school and they can’t hurt me,” He thought slightly less afraid.
“Are you still there?” the voice called out.
Eric stayed quiet.
“Well if you are, I want you to know that even though you sing sad songs,” it began to say after a few seconds, “You have the most beautiful voice that I have ever heard.” Footsteps could be heard walking away.
In a moment of fear and desperation, Eric impulsively let out his own scared voice and asked, “Please do not let anyone know about me and my singing.”
The steps stopped, “I won’t,” the voice said, “but if you let me can I continue to listen to you?”
The question caught Eric by surprise, he wanted to say ‘no’ he would have said it to anyone else, but this person was different for some reason. As if in a trance his voice said, “Yes.”
“Thank you,” the voice sang happily, and seemed to skip away singing its own cheerful tune. For what he heard this person had a charming voice. He want to fully hear it without the cave masking the singing.
In the end, Eric began to feel a strange emptiness as the person became farther away leaving him in his own silence.
Thanks for reading. If you have any advice or constructive criticism.
Anyway random question
What is your favorite song? (Mine is Fireflies by Owl City)
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Cool chapter!!! 🙂
And I don’t have a favorite song right now, though.
Amazing chapter!!!!! Some of Taylor Swift ‘s songs. AHH !!Can’t decide which one!!!
Cool chapter!!!!!! 😀
My favorite is In the End by Linkin Park.