Memory
Early Sunlight outlined in Green
Young, fresh, searching for eggs
Hidden, Happy, Festive
Mother and Father watching from afar
Continued search and happy dreams
It all became a reality
Early spring, early memory
All faded around the edges
Father drifted away
Within the crowd, he fades
Never to be seen again
Early Sunlight outlined in Blue
Book of Names
1) Rude Awakening
Dark and numb. This is all I feel. My soul itself is probably slowly rotting away, no simulation and no one to whisper all of my secrets to. This darkness that engulfs me is what keeps me prisoner. It feels like I’ve been here forever, my heart stopped beating ages ago, and my mind is constantly mulling over why I’m here, and where I might be. I've thought of every possible place that could even be like this, but none came to light. I've tried looking for a way out, but it's only black and not even a gentle breeze could blow through my hair or against my skin. What do I have left? My empty thought echoed through my mind, searching and hoping for an answer. My lonely thoughts had never gotten an answer before, and I started to truly believe that they never would. Until all my prayers were answered.
"Do you wish to be saved?" The small, lighthearted voice filled my ears and I could feel my heart beat against my chest. I opened my eyes and a small girl with golden-red hair was looking at me, her smile genuine and sincere. She seemed to glow her own light, so that only I was able to see her. I thought I could see sadness in her hazel eyes. She brushed away the small curl from her forehead and her robes looked like pure white silk lined with golden silk threads. I nodded to her answer, and a breeze caressed my skin and tossed my own red hair. A small light opened behind her, and I could see other perfectly sculpted faces, smiling down to me and holding out their hands, as if to welcome me back to a place I’ve been to before.
I looked back to the small girl, and she seemed to be fading away, into the black. I felt myself slowly being pushed towards the small ball of light with the happy faces and clothes similar to the ones the young girl was wearing. Behind the men and women who seemed to be happy to see me, there were graffiti strips of all different colors flying about and there was gentle music that was muffled. That small ball of light filled my vision and that alone, made my heart beat faster. This warm, caressing feeling spread through me, the feeling of not being alone anymore. Of being alive. The bright, white light engulfed me and I heard someone calling for me.
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"Dream! Wake up!!" Blast yelled out, while she slammed her hands on my desk. Class seemed to be over, and looks like I fell asleep. Again. Too bad I can't get a grade for that instead of using a wooden stick and writing everything down. The only stragglers were Silence, Blast, myself, and a mysterious guy in the back of the class, Unknown. As the names give off, it tells others about your habits. I tend to Dream, Blast likes to make things explode, Silence never talks, and Unknown is well, unknown.
"Come on Dream. Get your head out of the clouds, Sharp is waiting for us. Even Joseph is waiting to see you!" Blast giggled at her own comment. She grabbed my arm and pulled me from my desk, grabbing my bag by the classroom door on the way out. We ran across the hall and down the stairs into the courtyard of the school. Burning Springs High.
Sharp, Punk, and Joseph were waiting under the one tree of the entire school that is always in bloom. There is a rumor that likes to float around the school about the Blossom Tree. I haven't heard the rumor myself of course, but I'll ask Blast one of these days.
"Hey guys!" I called as Blast and I slowed down to meet up with everyone. Sharp was looking spiffy as usual, button up polo, dress pants and shoes, and of course his glasses that always seemed to reflect enough light so you can't see his eyes. Punk was wearing a pink tank top and skull printed pants that had chains hanging from them, and her loved grape juice purple converse. Joseph was in his normal, Levi jeans and a white V-neck with vans.
Joseph flashed a smile towards us and Punk kept on listening to her music while Sharp stood up to greet us again today. I shook Sharp's hand and sat down between Punk and Joseph while Blast, in her short sky blue dress and flats, leaned against the Blossom Tree.
"Do you think we'll ever graduate from this hell hole?" Punk asked. Her black and pink bangs were covering her right eye as she spoke and Joseph leaned over and answered for me. "Eventually, but I don't think that will happen until Dream gets her head out of the clouds." Joseph was defiantly mocking me. "Hey! I'm right here!" I declared with a half joking, half amazed look on my face. I playfully nudged the both of them as they laughed.
"Dream, shouldn't we be leaving?" She asked. I was annoyed at the question, but I knew that she was right. Today, the entire school body would be allowed to go to where Joseph works. The Sanctuary is the official name, but since everyone in the school is stuck at 17 until they graduate, no one really wanted to go. It only made everyone jealous when they saw the real angel's helping others, instead of sitting in a class that only repeats the material until you gain some sort of "enlightenment" that made you turn 18. How did you know when you aged? You grew wings, of course.
But of course, we had something else planned.
We all stood up and walked over to the gates, Sharp was walking with his stride that always seemed like he was ready to turn a corner. Blast was skipping along, Joseph lazily walking, and Punk was looking at the ground while she walked, music exploding from her headphones. We all walked to the beat of the music that was playing, and none of the other students seemed to notice us walk away from the tour group, just outside of the school grounds.
It took us a while to get there, but we eventually walked downtown and to my favorite rave, Crow's Nest. Its brilliant cover up was of an abandoned factory, but we all knew better. In this town, there is a lot more to Burning Springs then most of us could even guess. Joseph might know, since he's a real angel, but the rest of us are trainees. So, we only hear the rumors that tend to spread. When we did ask, he always avoided the question.
I looked over to the rest of the group and a smirk carved my lips from cheek to cheek. "Ready for your first rave? It'll be crazy!" I said with excitement. Sharp didn't seem to care less, Joseph had an anticipated look on his face, Punk was looking around at the scenery, her music still playing loudly, and Blast looked ready to party.
I opened the door to the club and instantly, the bass of the music that was playing hit us. I could tell that the song was Reptile by Skrillex and everyone inside seemed to be cheering and dancing on the dance floor. The black lights covered the ceiling and the only colors we could see were black, neon yellow, and a rainbow of other colors along with violet whites. Blast laid her hand on my shoulder and said; "This is going to be one heck of a party! Sharp, try to have fun." She said sarcastically.
We all walked inside and Punk took off her headphones to listen to the music. All five of us gathered around in a circle at the edge of the huge mob that was jumping so much, the floor was thumping. It didn't surprise anyone that they were all angels, considering this is an angel rave after all. Sharp just watched from the bar while the rest of us were having a good time dancing to the bass that was echoing through the room. I watched Blast as she walked over to the bar and sat next to Sharp and started talking with him. Punk, Joseph, and myself just kept dancing to music.
I had this over whelming feeling building up inside of me and I don't know what it is. It only got strong as the night went on. It was like the feeling of being watched, but also being wanted. I can't describe it any more than that.
After a good 15 songs, everyone wanted to sit down and have drinks. We laughed and had a great time talking and making fun of each other, and after we argued, I was chosen to go get the drinks. Joseph walked with me to the bar to help carry the drinks back, but I think he's already had a few himself, since he seemed to be all over me. Which, normally doesn't happen.
"Dream, shouldn't you be in bed by now?" He asked, while he played with the hem of my black shirt and jean shorts. "Joseph, what did you drink?" I pulled his arm away from me. "Aw, come on, baby. Don't you want to have a little fun with an angel?" He was almost laughing at me now and he played with a few strands of my bright red hair.
The feeling became stronger now, threatening to engulf me. Then a strong hand squeezed my shoulder. "You should leave her alone, before you start to regret it." A shiver ran along my spine at the guy's voice. He had to be 17 also, since he didn't have his wings. Joseph seemed very amused by the blonde boy's threat. "And what are you going do about it pretty boy? Are you going take Dream and whist her away as if you’re some type of prince?" Joseph asked sarcastically with a smirk. I was going to answer but- "You're no prince charming yourself." The boy answered for me. How did he know that I was going to say the exact same thing?
Joseph leaned forward and wrapped an arm around me, pulling me closer. "And if I'm not?" The angel was really starting to tick me off. Joseph needs to stop this. "Then I'll be her prince, since you're to drunk to even know what day it is." The boy picked me up out of Joseph's arms and gently put me back down on my feet. He turned to me; his blue eyes were so hard to take my gray ones away from. "If there is anything you need, or if you need your ass saved by this dick again, call me." He slid a small guitar pick into my hand, which had five numbers written on it in sharpie. Does he have a whole bag of these things? I didn't even see him write anything on it...
I ordered Joseph to back with the others, but it took a while. After a few minutes of yelling and a slap to his face, I'm pretty sure he got the point through his thick, drunken skull. I would have stayed longer after I got everyone their drinks, but Punk wanted to leave also. So Punk and I walked home while Joseph, Sharp, and Blast stayed behind to get shit-faced.
"Hey, Punk." I asked, my voice was hoarse from yelling at that stupid angel. "Yeah, Dream?" She took off her headphones and looked over at me for a second. Her eyes were shining a deep green under the street lamps. "Have you ever wondered if the rumors at school are true?" I was looking to the ground now, watching my own steps fall to the concrete. "Mhm. Is something up?" She asked as we crossed the bridge, that separated the Burning Springs from the school. "Well, I wanted to know the story about the Blossom Tree and about Angel." I could hear Punk sigh, but not from frustration. "I'll tell ya if you want to know." She kicked a rock down the bridge, and it fell down to the river with a splash. "I would like that." I answered her. We both slowed our pace, so that it would take longer to reach the school.
"Well, about the Blossom Tree. What I heard is that Angel and the Blossom Tree are connected by their past, yah know?" She took a breath after she saw the look of confusion on my face. "It was years and years ago, but there was a girl that no one knew about. No one decided to give her name, because she was just like a Mary Sue but she never spoke. Only helped others with their problems through notes and posters. The girl graduated the school faster than any other student, and she moved far away from here." Punk jumped over one of the larger rocks by the school, and continued. "One day, she came back. But, she had blood and scars all over her body. Story told that she died next to the Blossom Tree, which was dead back then. Ever since, that tree has always had flowers, even during the winter. I don't know exactly about the rumor of Angel 'kidnapping' people, but who knows? Might get to ask her one day." Punk chuckled at her little joke and I smiled.
Punk has always been a good person, and my best friend for years now. Blast only just got here and we all know that she tends to be very hyper. Sharp has been here longer the rest of us, and Joseph graduated centuries ago. How old is Burning Springs High, anyway? Yet another question to add onto the list of mysteries that seemed to pile up around this crazy town.
-This is an ongoing but not finished story, will post more soon-