« Give the money if you don't want to lose someone else. We know where you are. Show this to anyone and he's dead. — Prowler »
I read what the message said with a frown and sighed crushing the paper out of frustration. Those clowns are still after me... and I can do nothing about it, but obey them. I put my hood on and went to my room hand in my pocket. I felt relieved after checking the room and realising Cindy wasn't here because I currently didn't have the energy to fake a smile. I walked a few steps and collapsed on the chair in front of the desk then decided to do my homework to try and forget this message. I really tried. For like 30 minutes, but I just couldn't help thinking about it. It just upsets me so much.. and I know only one thing to do when I'm in this state. Without further ado, I took my phone and my coat, it was currently 8pm and most students were already in their rooms so the hallway was kinda empty. I was heading to the theatre where I knew I could find music instruments.
I walked into the dark room, all lights were turned off and luckily the door was open. I closed it with the inside key and climbed to the stage. I went behind the curtains and found what I was looking for. A smile naturally formed its way into my lips as I stared at the drum for a minute. It's been a long time since I played honestly but this his how I express my feeling, how I forget my problems. I pushed it to the stage and took a stool, I sat down on it eyes closed and started to slowly hit the drums with my sticks. As I was remembering the message from earlier I started to beat the drums more aggressively and with a fastest rhythm.
Give the money if you don't want to lose someone else.
Gwen !
We know where you are.
I love you butterfly
Show this to anyone and he's dead
Peter
Peter
Peter...
Look at you ! You're disgusting ! Don't you ever talk to me or come near me again in this state, it's not you !
Gwen ! go to the backroom and call the police !
Peter !
Everything's gonna be okay...
I'm so sorry !
The world counts multiple amazing people I'm sure you will like, and they'll like you the same
— Gwen !
— Peter !
I stopped beating as soon as I realised my heart was throbbing really fast and I was breathing loudly, tears naturally escaping my eyes. I lifted them up and met eyes with Miles. We looked at each other for a minute before I came back to my senses, I cleared my throat and immediately looked down, ashamed. Please tell me he haven't seen all of that.. I wiped my eyes and stayed silent waiting for him to say something... or just leave...
— Who's Peter ? He bluntly asked.
— N-no one. I mentally cussed at myself for stuttering and tried to cover it with a fake cough. What are you doing here Miles ? I asked finally looking at him.
— I was here for like.. an hour, I often come to listen to music but the sound of your drums was louder than my music and that's when I noticed you.. your song was cool at the beginning but then you started playing like you was murdering someone so I guessed I'd check. He shrugged looking a bit awkward. Damn. So he was here the whole time. Explains why the door was open..
— So... you've seen everything ? I still asked and he nodded. I immediately looked down totally embarrassed.
— But it was good, you play like a pro ! He added and I lifted my head back up to meet his eyes.
— I'm sorry you had to witness this Miles..
— It's nothing really, we all need to express ourselves sometimes when we're upset or what.. even I do that ! He exclaimed pointing at himself, for some reasons it reassured me and I smiled a little.
— Thank you I guess... I shrugged. He took another stool and sat next to me.
— So... do you want to talk about it ? He innocently asked lifting an eyebrow and I immediately stood up. I didn't like what he was trying to do.
— No I'm good, it was great to see you Miles bye. I rapidly said then started fast walking to the exit not giving him a single look. He stood up as well quickly catching up with me and grabbed my wrist.
— You know it can help to-
— I don't need your help Miles, leave me alone. I said in an unintentional cold and harsh tone and snatched my hand off his grip. The look he gave me... he seemed startled and disappointed...
Once outside I let out a big sigh feeling all the pressure down. I'm sorry Miles, it's not you... I just can't make friends, I'm a scaredy-cat...
AN: 2 chapters as a thanks for 1k and rankings🥹