Chrisra P. O. V:
Alexander was acting strangly for the past tow weeks, he withdraw from the Music Club saying that he had express change had happened to his schedule, and yet he keeps himself by her side whenever he can, and when he can't... Sebastian seemes to magicaly appear in my way and accompany me wherever I go around the school.I let it pass for a few days... then, the things became too evident to be lick or chance. On the other hand... there were the matter of the new student as well. As soon as he came out from the physics class room the girls began their attack., they surrounded him and started to throw all kind of questions on him, only for him to act at them like they were flies buzzing around him, and moved to the next class silently in the slow lazy walk of his. After tow or theree tries they seemed to give up on him.... for now. There were something very wierd about him... he did not bay attention in any class l, and the teachers seemed fine with that as long as he answers right when ever they called him to answer wich was weird.
He never spoke to anyone, never seemed to care about making friends, never seemed to care for anything realy... but sleep. He was handsome.. there were no repudiation to that fact.. but there were something off... A wierd felling that makes the baby hairs on my hands and back of my nick raise up. A faint strange worry in the back of my mind if I got close to him, some kind of warnning.
He was an enigma... that was all I could tell about him.... For now.....
NORMAL P. O. V:
Christa and Andria were discussting a piano and chello duet they were composing togather to play in the next meeting, everyone around the tow girls were doing something similar or another.. Before the teacher came thru the doors and stood befor them like every meeting start. The said teacher came... and right behind him were another person, someone who made every student in the room go silent from either surprise or shock.
Damian Normade walked behind Ms. Ian, they reached the stage where Ms, Ian started talking in his usuall joyful and loud way:"Good evening my beautiful and talented students, today we have a new addition to our little world of creation and innovation, the one who is filling the gabe Ms. Whitewood left is on other than the school new addition for this semester!!!, Ms Normade!!!!. Please wellcome him to our small Society of music... Fell free to Express everything insaide your youthfull soul with the flow of music. Would you like to introduce yourself by playing a piece from your own choosing with your favourit instrument for us? ". Damian gave a slow nod and went toward the chello instruments, he took hold of the dark big one in one hand like it wighted nothing, even thought the reason this chello were never put to use before was it heavy wight. He sat down and took the right position with the chello, for tow minutes... no one made a sound.. all waiting... when the silence was about to turn awakward, and before Ms. Ian strat to talk endlessly again, the melody started.
It was like nothing they have... Chrisra have ever heard before. Sad and dark... heart Scratching like there were a true, old and agony living, breathing between each tone his hand were playing the strings freeing it... unleashing it to the world after along time of deathly caging loneliness. It was calling.... pleading for someone... anyone...to understand it. Christa heart felt like a tight and cold grip furled itself around it... This foreign call.. Plea... were somehow familiar, so painfuly familiar!, like a story a mother tells to you as a small child.... With an innocent mind and pure heart, that see things simple than they already are... only take the good part with you and follow it, until you grow up...and you can't do anymore.... because you remember the bad part... see it and finaly understand it... See the world for what it realy were...
But right here... right now... Christa were struggling to understand... to remember!.
There were something in the agony she is relating to... How? Or why? She don't know!!, it was like she was chasing a wisper in a foggy maze... Trying to not let a manipulus of sand slip thru the cracks of her fingers....it was hard and nearly imposable task. But a hot like smelted iron argue in her mind... soul... bushed her to do it, to chace the shadows blind.
All were cut off Cruelly when the melody stoped... ended itself, even thought it feels like there were more... much more to it than that, yet it holded a hidden wornning... that waht ever that the complement was... it was not for a weak heaet or soule.
For it agony will break the weak heart... and the shadows hidden in between the tones will warp and forbid the soul from seeing the light again.
Christa felt the hand of Andria on her shoulder, but she could not take her eyes off him.... Damian in return seemed to feel the wight of her stare, and when she thought he was going to ignor it... he raised his head slowly and surprisingly locked his gaze with hers. They both, and at the same tine gasbed... as if this single breath they took were one!. The hand on her soulder shocked her mor strongle.. succeeded in pulling her from whatever she was in for a minute? An hour? it was like time itself were lost... Andria the spoke lowly, her voice were colored with wory:" Hey there girl!.. I've called your name four times alread.... Wait!! Are you crying?!, are you alright? You look very pale!".
Christa hand went to her cheeks and indeed felt them wit from her tears... When did she start crying??!, and why?? She was never from the sappy type. Andria:" Hay! Answer me... You realy began to worry me. I will call Mis. Ian for yo.... " that snaped Christa out of it:"No!!!!.. no need I'm fine!!!... just... just... (Just went thru a dream like state like a crazy... And felt like I sould look for something I don't even know... Ohh! And all because the music the strange... Weird new student played??!!..)... spaced out for a minute.. And remembered something.. " Andria didn't look Convinced with the answer bud nodded silently anyway. The rest of the day went in a haze to Christa, and when she reached home she felt spend. Mattilda wellcomed her as usuall said she will make her lunch ready, but Christa stoped her:"Thank you Mattilda, but no I'm not hungry, I will go to my room to take a shower and take a nap... Wake me up when dad is home please?".
Mattilda:"Sure dear... Is everything alright thought?.
Christa only nodded as she Continue her way up the stairs to her room. After a hot shower, she went to bed to lay dow and try to quiten the loud voices in her head... Soon sleep came, and with it the dreams.
IN THE NIGHT AT THE NORMADE MANOR:
Screams and shouting were heard across the drear and murky manor, thought no one seemed to care. There were people... Servents an workers still up doing ther duties and jobs around,cooks preparing the next day meals....the maids cleaning..... The gardeners cutting the grass and decorating the trees around the manor, ther activities resample any normal staff, with one small diffrence, the do every thing at night insteat of day,and yet they didn't act to the painfull and scared screams, it was like there were nothing but silence to them!!.
There emotionless faces never changed in response to their purported master screms that came from his room at all. It was an usual occurrences to them, as normal as a broken glass in the kitchen... Or vase in the living room. An hour passed... and the screams stoped, gone in the night spooky silent and dark night. Where the lucky one have dreams, and the less lucky one have nightmares.
Disconsolate people... Are those who have nightmares for a reality, Obscure world where there is no escape from by Awareness... No salvage... for you are all alone, no hope... For nothing is real.
But dreams still dreams... And nightmares still nightmares, the maybe a reflection of real horrors, but still a reflection, all you had to do is gain some control, some willing understanding... That you can control something... even if it was one smoll thing... And change it to your will, feed your inere emptienss... lonlieness with hope, love and determenation. Find an anchore to your reality, and see dreams or nightmares for what they realy are, and reality for what realy can be.