Author: Everescentmeter PM
When we die, some of us don't go on to heaven or hell or any of that bullshit. And if our feelings are strong enough, we wake up here, with no memory of what happened. We know our first names, but we're not meant to exist. We're the embodiment of a dream.Rated: Fiction T - English - Supernatural/Romance - Chapters: 6 - Words: 7,621 - Reviews: 1 - Updated: 11-05-12 - Published: 04-07-12 - id: 3011637
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Hey all! Sorry I've been gone so long, college has been taking up a lot of my time, unfortunately. I hope you enjoy! I'll try to update this a bit more frequently~
Chapter 6, "Someday"
"Hey, Cohl. You awake yet?"
Confused, I opened my eyes, only to see the window next to my bed open. "Dyem, what are you doing here? It's seven in the morning."
He'd been sitting at the window frame, but smiled nonetheless. "I wanna show you something. So get dressed and let's go."
I sighed, curling back up under my covers. "Five more minutes…"
"No, not five more minutes. Let's go. Get ready."
I grumbled, doing what I was told. I grabbed some clothes and walked into the bathroom to get dressed, since Dyem was obviously in my room. I ran downstairs to grab an apple from an ornate bowl on the kitchen table, then headed u the stairs and back through my bedroom door.
He smiled. "You ready?"
I nodded, and we climbed down the ladders of the fire escapes, jumping down onto the pavement of alleyways.
"So, where're we going?" I asked, taking a bite of the fleshy apple.
"Oh, come on! Just tell me where we're going!"
I stood in front of him, even though he towered over me. He stood over six feet tall, while I was merely five foot six.
"No way, kid," he smirked.
He grabbed my arm to take me to wherever it was that we were going.
"Shhh." He looked at me sharply in the eyes, pressing a finger to his lips.
I looked at him oddly, but we kept walking. We walked down a few blocks, this way and that, finally stopping in an alleyway. Near the end was a door in the brick walls, an ornate metal gate, which Dyem pushed open, in front of it, but stopped again at the door. "I want you to close your eyes."
He shook his head, smiling sheepishly. "Just do it. Please?"
I nodded, closing my eyes. I did what I was told, something so unlike me. But it was Dyem, so he wouldn't hurt me, right?
He took me by the hand and led me thorough the door, closing it behind us. He walked around slowly, then stopped. He stood behind me, but I remained where I was.
"Open your eyes."
Slowly, I opened them. The room was a hall full of mirrors, the early morning light making it seem to glow.
"I found this place a few weeks ago. Ever since, I've been coming here with my guitar and practicing. It's nice to have some peace and quiet every once in a while, right?"
I nodded. "Yeah, it is…"
"It's beautiful in here, but aren't we trespassing?"
He shrugged. "I asked around, but apparently, it's been vacant for years."
"So you just… took it?"
He nodded. "Well… yeah. What else could I do? It's just a hall of mirrors. Nobody wanted it, so… I took it. Coming here helps me calm down, anyway. I feel so much more at ease."
I smiled, even though I sensed something was wrong. And very wrong, at that. "Good. Just don't resort to anything dangerous, okay? You worry me sometimes."
I sighed. "But if you do, call me. I won't be mad or anything."
"At all?" He crossed his arms in teasing suspicion, raising his brow at me.
"No, not at all! You're my best friend, I need someone that actually cares, right?" I looked shamefully down at the floor.
I stayed silent. It was much better that way, rather than saying anything idiotic and risking embarrassing myself.
"Cohl, you know I care. But there'll be others, too. I-"
I put my hand up, dismissing him. I walked up to a mirror, my face now inches away from it.
"Please, listen to me. Just this once."
I kept my head down, not turning to face him.
"I care, and there'll be more people like me in your life. We may not come from the best of families… but maybe that's why we're so close. We both need someone in our lives right now."
His hand was on my shoulder, and I turned to him. "But what about when you're gone? What then? What if I can't find anyone else?"
He looked down, "What do you want me to do?"
"I just need someone. Anyone."
"Like… a boyfriend?" He looked almost… sad when he said that. It tore my heart to see him upset, it honestly did.
"No!" I yelled. My now rose-colored face replaced its former cream complexion, embarrassed by his assumption.
He smiled slightly. "Whoever you end up with, as long as you're happy, I will be, too. I promise."
But I could hear the hurt in his voice, despite his smile. "That goes for you, too."
My voice also sounded hurt, but I just hoped that he didn't notice it. Nonetheless, he smiled wide, trying to hide his true feelings and failing miserably.
He looked up, his smile still showing ever so slightly.
"Do you think we'll ever get out of here?"
"Out of the city?"
"Yeah, I think so. Follow your dreams, that's what I'm doing?"
"But your dreams can be real…"
"And you're saying yours can't? I wanna play guitar for a living, and that's possible here. You want to sing, you want to paint. You can do that! Because you're good at it!"
I sighed. "Maybe there's a place we could go, really far away from all of this."
"Like a suburb?"
I nodded. "Yeah. Once I get good enough, that's what I'll do. I'll get myself there, some way or another."
He looked a little sad when I told him that.
"I don't know what I'll do, but maybe I'll do the same. I'll finally be able to get some peace and quiet."
But the moment was interrupted, a loud bang from outside causing us both to jump.
"What the hell – " He pulled his switchblade out of his pocked. "Wait here."
"But Dyem – "
"Stay here. You are not getting hurt." He retorted with pungent assertion.
I beamed at him, but he quietly cracked the door open. There was yelling and cursing from the other side, so I stood next to the door to see what was going on. Did he really think I was going to obey?
"Give me my fucking money!"
"You didn't give me what I asked for, so you don't get your money!"
"I don't have any goddamn smack! You took it already! Now, pay up!"
Dyem spoke up. "Can you two take this somewhere else? I really don't feel like hearing your argument from inside."
One of the men looked over to Dyem, glaring. "Get out of here, kid. This'll be over soon."
No one spoke.
"Let me rephrase that for you, since you don't seem to understand. Get the hell out and argue somewhere else, I can't concentrate with two jackasses like you fighting over fucking smack all the time. Find a new alleyway to fuck around in. Got it?"
"Oh, really? We're sorry, we didn't realize this was your alleyway, kid. Why don't we just take your smack, then?"
I cracked the door open, trying to see what exactly was going on. The two men started to corner him, Dyem taking his blade out again and one of the men smirking at the blonde boy.
"Kid, you're fucked,now."
Quickly, Dyem punched the first man square in the jaw, forcing him to topple over. He lay on the ground, rubbing his throbbing face while the second man came after him, but instead got kneed in the gut, Dyem merely receiving a blow to the leg.
Before the second man could get up again, Dyem stepped on his hand with the heel of his boot, making the man groan in pain.
"Leave. Now." Dyem picked up his foot from the man's now crushed hand while the two got up and ran. Once they were gone, he turned back to me.
"You had to watch, didn't you?"
I nodded, shamefully.
He looked down for a moment. "You ready to go?"
"Yeah. Just please don't do that ever again."
He smiled weakly. "Someday," he paused. "we'll get out of this place. I promise."