Author's note: Second entry for Romance smack down
Lenght: 3536 words
Challenge - first person narrative, tell a praanormal romance in which two dead musicians fall in love with you. Of the musicians given I chose Kurt Cobain and Stefanie Sargent..
We were also given a song to incorporate - Demon Speeding by Rob Zombie. This inpspired the time frame I used as the video we were given had tons of images hat felt very 90's to me adn I used some of the lyrics.
I did use Simon and Garfunkle's "Sound of silence" as well as this song was s tuck in my head the entire time we had to write."
Seattle 1995
Ever since that night I have been aware of them. I knew they were not angels – yet they were not human either. I guess calling them ghosts was as close as I could come to describing them.
Whenever I left home or the band practice, I was infinitely aware. I knew they were looking out for me but I did not think they would be very effective in protecting me. After all, it wasn't the rest of the world out to get me any more: I had only myself to fear.
Hello Darkness my old friend
I've come to talk to you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence
I sang softly, appreciating the hall's acoustics one last time. I wonder how it would resonate with the thunder of the revolver's report. I sigh, close my eyes as I murmur my good bye to life and then press the cold maw of the barrel into my mouth: the kiss of death tastes like machine oil and metal.
Then something happens. I can feel it...my skin crawls as a frisson of cold shivers through me and then the gun is being forced from my fingers. I open my eyes (I hadn't even realised I'd had them closed) and as sure as day I could see him!
He stood right before my eyes: a little hazy, smudgy around the edges, but real enough and solid enough to try and wrest the revolver from my grip. His blue eyes are full of shared pain and understanding and his hair shines ever so slightly with some ethereal light. I gasp as the triggers clicks, depressed in our struggle and the gun barks impatiently.
The death knell echoes and fades into the sound of silence.
I descend into darkness.
My heart still beats and I focus on the bass line.
Ever the musician I feel my fingers starting to pluck at the guitar – my Gibson. I suddenly hear the audience applaud and hear Kurt talking to them, joking about asking David Geffen to buy him the Lead Belly's guitar. “My girl, my girl don't lie to me....”
My eyes flutter open and I wonder why I am seeing Kurt Cobain. I see him looming right over me, He is not alone. I cannot see his companion as clearly though. My eyes close again. My head is killing me.
Kurt Cobain saved my life. “Hypocrite” I try to mutter but decide its safer to lie in the darkness still.
“She seems to be OK. Think she bumped her head though.”
“We should get her home. This place ain't the safest, even with a gun.” the voice was female, familiar somehow and full of awe. "How did you do that Kurt? How did you grab the gun?"
