The Fall of Us

©Molly Looby CampNaNoWriMo '14 !

Enter the world of Tye. The Fall has devastated much of the world as we know it but Tye knows nothing else. He and his best friend Eeli are ready to leave their home as soon as they reach thirteen years so that they can be off on their own and be who they want to be and do what they want to do. At last.

Tye and Eeli could never have imagined how dangerous the real world was going to be.

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The cheer sounds like a sort of wave. First the rumble is small, makin me turn round an look at the stage. Then as Kyan fully appears it breaks into a huge noise of clappin hands, stampin feet, whistlin mowfs. Most everyone stands up, putting their hands in the air, as tho Kyan mite see them. Like it would make a difference to him.

I tug Eeli’s arm. “Let’s go shall we?”

She nods an we all stand to make our way out.

“So as Wren already mentioned,” Kyan addresses his adorin fans. “This one is her fayvorit.”

By the sound the people’re makin, it’s their fayvorit too.

“This is the song that made her what she is today, ladies an gentleman, an it’s a privilege to sing it for you.”

Everyone quiets to a hush. I pull open the door fer Eeli an am shocked by the blast of cold air that whips Eeli’s hair around.

“This is called Elia’s Song.”

The music players start playin an I’m tappin my foot wiffout finkin about it. I ain’t never fort about music much but this music is happy an makes me wanna sway or move or somefink.

No wonder it’s everyone’s fayvorit.

Eeli sighs as she pulls her jacket titer round herself an steps out into the darkness. I hold the door fer Phee but as I go to leave I freeze at the first line of the song. I don’t move. Eeli don’t move. Phee don’t move. Cause this can’t be real. This can’t be happening. It don’t make sense.

We all turn an face the stage again but can’t move no more as Kyan sings.

 

“I sit by the window,

And watch the rain fall down.

I wunder why the sun won’t shine.

But with you it’s always brite,

Whenever in my sights.

There’s you smiling at me,

Whatever weather it be.

 

“My beautiful little sweet,

Just you take that leap.

I promise I’ll never judge.

I just want for you,

Whatever you want, too.

That’s all I can ask of you.

But leave I’m afraid you must do.

 

“You think escape is futile,

But just you sit and wait awhile.

I tell you most every day.

Your longing to just fly,

Makes me wanna cry.

The sky is open wide, for you.

 

“My beautiful little sweet,

Just you take that leap.

I promise I’ll never judge.

I just want for you,

Whatever you want, too.

That’s all I can ask of you.

But leave I’m afraid you must do.

 

“The flowers sing and sway.

They’re calling you away.

And I’m trying to let you go.

You never wanna leave,

You always make me plead.

I always hoped you’d know.

I never let it show.

How much it pained me so.

 

“My beautiful little sweet,

Just you take that leap.

I promise I’ll never judge.

I just want for you,

Whatever you want, too.

That’s all I can ask of you.

But leave I’m afraid you must do.

 

“My little one,

My precious thing.

You are my life.

My reason,

To sing.”

 

It don’t make sense because that’s Eeli’s mum’s song. It don’t make sense because that would mean Eeli’s bin rite all these years. It don’t make sense because that would mean that Wren . . .

I look to Eeli. Her bottom lip is wobblin an she’s shakin her head. It looks like she’s havin trouble breathin.

I grab her arm an steer her back over to our table. “That ain’t . . .” I can’t finish the fort cause it’s so stoopid.

Eeli just continues to shake her head.

“It don’t make sense, Eeli. This don’t mean anyfink.”

Phee’s cradlin his head in his hands an his eyes are devourin us both, shootin from one to the other. “Tye’s rite,” he says as he sits up. “It don’t make sense. There’ll be another explanation.”

A single tear drips down Eeli’s face.

Kyan starts up another song an I feel the room grow a little again. I hadn’t until that moment noticed that it had bin crushin me.

Phee’s lookin rite at me. “There’s gotta be another explanation, rite?”

“Rite.” I nod. “There’s gotta be. Everything’s fine, Eeli.”

She don’t look like she hears us or sees us no more. She’s gazing at Wren, her face softenin. She clears her throat. “But . . . But did you hear the title?”

“Eh-lee-ah, not Ee-lee.” I say. “They’re different names. It’s a coincidence.”

“Yeah,” Phee agrees.

“Why don’t you want me to have this?” Her eyes don’t leave Wren.

I sigh. “I don’t want you to git yer hopes up. Do you realise how unlikely this is? It ain’t gonna be her, Ee. I don’t want you to git hurt because ain’t this yer dream more than the singin?”

She blinks away the tears an sniffs. “I still gotta know.”

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