Welcome to my songfic for Evanescence's song 'Hello'.

I do not own the song or Evanescence xP

This is kinda gloomy and stuff... strange... I don't know, it might come off as confusing to you. But then again, the main character is in some kind of confusion herself.

I hope you enjoy. Rating for safety.

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Playground school bell rings again

There's a killer on the loose. The bell rings yet no students erupt from the double doors. I glance towards the opposite end of the playground, my eyes narrowing at the winding path leading up to the church on the hill. My legs wave back and forth in their slow movement, merely to keep the swing moving as my long dark brown hair flows in the wind.

Rain clouds come to play again

It's a cloudy day. The sky looks like it's about to burst with tears onto the Earth and I can hear its deep booming scream in the distance. It is three thirty-five in the afternoon, lights

Has no one told you she's not breathing?

How long has that idiot been up there? I wonder silently, my bottom lip starting to bleed from the pressure my teeth were piercing into it with. My tongue licks up the blood and I glance once more at the church. There is not a car in the parking lot, save for his and mine, and it has been nearly an hour since I started waiting here for him. The preacher had even left nearly a half hour ago. The idiot had turned around to look at me, tears brimming in his eyes, begging me to leave.

Hello

I had turned my cold hard stare of emerald green eyes to him with slight malice and shock. Don't you realize? Why can't you understand? Yes. She's dead. But can't you see this is for the better?

I am your mind giving you someone to talk to, Hello

I was just trying to help. I tried to pull you away from her casket. I tried to comfort you! But you broke from my embrace, only to dash back over to her. I glanced at her one last time with grief still in my eyes, glaring enviously at her golden hair and her colorless lips which had once been ruby red in color, only to be covered with a cheap lipstick to make her look better for her wake. I backed slowly away from him and then ran out of the church completely, my own eyes brimming with salty wet tears and my small black backpack bouncing on my shoulders.

If I smile and don't believe

My mind darted to times prior to the incident. Back to when you happily approached me, exclaiming that she had accepted your request to join her at the dance. I smiled falsely, of course, not wanting to kill your happiness but deep inside I was dying, my heart was shriveling up. I have been consumed by jealousy ever since I laid eyes on the two of you together. That night I went to the dance, alone. I had been working up the courage to ask you myself but apparently I didn't get the chance. A part of me had been secretly hoping that you'd ask me, and then when that hope was diminished I prayed that you'd change your mind and arrive at my house at seven. Why couldn't you have asked me? We don't have to be just friends? We've known each other forever! That smile... on that very day... should have been the clue to you. Too bad you couldn't take a hint. And now it's too late.

Soon I know I'll awake from this dream

My mind returns to its presently confused state and I find myself staring at the ground. Why isn't everything going according to plan? I'd assumed that comforting and giving him a shoulder to cry on would have let him see that I have feelings for him and that he might have feelings for me. Why isn't this working? Why hasn't it worked? What's going on...? This can't be happening... everything of the past twenty-four hours has been such a blur...

Don't try to fix me I'm not broken

Another memory. Why had I carelessly thrown such a memory aside? It was the only time in clear thought that you had ever truly cared about me... in a love sort of way. We were walking back from lunch one day and you had approached me with worried eyes, asked me what was wrong. I merely avoided you, trying to hide my tears as I hurried my way along. "Everything's fine!" That is what I had shouted at you. I find my eyes closed now and I reopen them and hear my voice echoing off the walls of the school. "Don't worry about me... really..." I whispered now, remembering what I had said when you'd approached me further, keeping up with my fast pace.

Hello, I am the lie living for you so you can hide, don't cry

I'm doing this for you so that we can be together! Where are you? You don't need to spill tears over her! You can't hide in that chapel forever... I won't be here forever... I...

I won't... I can't keep lying.

Suddenly I know I'm not sleeping

My thoughts are suddenly shattered and I come back into a dizzy focus as the wailing cries of sirens approach the school. I turn my head to see blue and red flashing in the distance and I slide easily off the swing. My stare becomes long and hollow as I realize that this isn't a dream. It's all real. It all happened. I feel a prick of pain on my arm and I pull back my sleeve to take a look. A long red streak of dry blood exists there, a part of it bubbling with new vermillion liquid. Everything was real. There's nothing to do.

Hello, I'm still here

The sirens are unmistakable now. Haven't you come out at least to see what's going on? Aren't you curious? Aren't you concerned about me? The cop cars are pulling into the parking lot. I'm still here, you idiot! Don't you care?

All that's left of yesterday

Holding back tears I slowly drift away from the swing set, disappearing behind the walls of the school, the cops approaching the swing where I had been sitting only moments before. They look around in confusion, their dogs sniffing around only to surround the swing and the red speckled along the blue rubber seat of it. The chief policeman looked in slight astonishment at the crimson coated blade resting in the still swaying swing, and then whispered something into a walkie-talkie. The men he had brought along with him returned with shaking heads and tired sighs, for they had not found the murderer. "But she was right there!" He howled at them with frustration. "You saw where she went! Go get her!" They lower their heads, still refusing to continue their search, their dogs still, and suddenly shouting came from atop the hill. "Sir! There's a boy in the chapel! Next to the casket." The police chief raises an eyebrow. "Yes, and...?" "He's dead sir. Blood everywhere. Similar in fashion to the death of Miss Guinevere."

Rain begins to pour.

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It's up to you to decide whether Genna Guinevere's and the boy mentioned in the above's death were murders or suicides. o.o

Just to clear a few things up... even though the main character is on a playground, she and the other two characters mentioned (save the policemen, of course) are in high school.

I don't know who you took the main character to be. I'm not even completely sure who she is.

Is she a vengeful ghost or some kind of spirit?

Is she a murderer of both the boy and his lover?

Is she the humanly form of suicidal thoughts herself, or some kind of a deity?

Just some things to wonder and think about is all.

I hope you enjoyed this. Thanks for reading.