There is no Salem....(open to as many want to come)
Jul 14, 2014 1:01:07 GMT -5
Post by Salem Hirch on Jul 14, 2014 1:01:07 GMT -5
The morning started off like any other. Birds chirping in the warm summer day break, the other students already out and about, doing one thing or another. Even Salem was outside, guitar in hand and entertaining anyone that would listen. His happy cords and humming showed that the boy was in an oddly good mood, despite certain events that had occurred recently. Finishing up one song, he flopped back on his elbows, just enjoying the day. Some of his friends were around, smiling...laughing. It was a very good day. Then, his phone rang. Jiggling in his pocket with a sense of urgency that gave the young man pause.
Slowly, he pulled the phone from his pocket and saw it was his mom and dad calling. With a sigh of relief he hit the button to accept the call and said hello. Something was said after that, but Salem didn't really hear anything. It was like the world had gone dark and was spinning so fast that it was making him sick. He hadn't even realized he was still talking, or that he was standing. The blonde boy barely registered the tears streaming down his face or the fact he had screamed. Somehow the phone managed to find it's way back into his pocket and he was heading back inside, his guitar forgotten on the ground.
Salem didn't respond as people passed him in the hall, to him they didn't really exist. The zombie like pace that he was using didn't speed up and it was ages before he made it back to his room. There was a sound of a video game playing somewhere in the room, but it didn't even spark the slightest hint of humanity in him. In fact, even his bright eyes felt dark, even with a dull fire growing behind them. He pushed open his bedroom door and stepped inside. Beside his bed there was a picture frame, in said picture from was Salem and another boy. "Aiden..." He whispered. Then, something in the boy just snapped.
Spinning, he slammed the door shut with as much force as he could and proceeded to trash his room. Books, clothes, letters, posters, action figures; everything in the room sent flying to other parts. Crashing against walls and each other. All in all, making an ungodly noise. Then it all just stopped. Salem was sitting on his bed, the picture of himself and his brother in his hand and was sobbing. His voice cracking over and over again. "No, you can't be dead...please...Aiden...don't be dead....please.." Salem's voice trailed off as he turned and flung himself face down on the bed, sobbing into his pillow.
It was hours before he finally covered himself up in the blankets. The day was still bright and warm, but Salem felt cold. Not just outside, but inside as well. As he set there, with his back against the headboard, a hand reached out and touched the blanket. It was the projection of Aiden, that Salem made every night to read him to sleep. "Hello Aiden..." Salem spoke with a weak and flat voice as his eyes glimmered in the half dark room.