The Melody of a Corrupt World

Allen was a normal high school student with a crush on the hottest girl in school like everyone else. He had his two close friends Brett and Brent. During homeroom he had his dreams killed within five seconds. He then lugged along to his next three classes with crushed dreams. After that he wandered to the lunch room with his two friends and started to enjoy lunch. While enjoying his lunch it was interrupted by an explosion. Everyone ran to the sight of the seen. Within the rubble stood a man with black hair, glowing green eyes and a pair of black bat like wings. He noticed Allen standing amongst the crowd and shouted to him, seeming to know him, but without warning Allen answers back to the person. He soon felt sharp pains in his back as he collapsed. From here on out the lives of Allen and his friends changed forever as Allen's past was brought to the surface.


15. Hospital

When the bus got to the hospital, paramedics were at the front door ready to take in the senior. There were also psychological doctors and therapists to deal with the trauma of this event. Almost every single kid was affected by this except for the two who pretty much caused it. The senior had his hand split open, while his friend now plotted revenge for him but it was really for himself. He needed a reason to investigate those two and revenge was the perfect reason. He knew they weren’t normal. Normal humans can’t do that, crushing bones stronger than steel with no sweat is not possible for humans.  Also most people would be in tears or have mental break down over something like this especially if you have never seen it before.

            Kids ran off the bus with blood curdling screams. The bus was covered in splashes of blood. Kids had blood stained into their clothes so they can never forget this moment. The pale gray seats become art projects with blood as the paint. The cream colored walls became the canvas of a bloody project. The seniors hand had sprayed blood when he moved causing it to fly and create bloody art. The floor had a pool of blood down the walk way that shimmered in the morning sun. The kids had run through the puddle while screaming creating more splatter adding to the bloody art. The yellow outside looked normal but the inside was a bloody masterpiece, which recalled every blood stained memory.

            When walking into the hospital there was the senior on a gurney. As he was rolled off onto the surgery area with many doctors mumbling and yelling of his condition.  Allen and Mochroisa were seated in two chairs in a room with a therapist. The therapist asked many questions that Mochroisa did not enjoy.  ‘’How does this event make you feel? Do you feel traumatized?’’  The therapist asked this while Mochroisa and Allen were confined in the room. Mochroisa stood in her chair then started yelling ‘’I don’t feel a damn thing!  I also don’t give a shit about your questions anymore! I am done, so done! I can’t stand this constant questioning, ‘How do you feel?’ ‘How does this make you feel?’ ‘Does this make you feel, blah, blah, blah’ I don’t give a fucking damn! If I do eventually give one you’ll see me here answering these damn questions with no problem! Until then, I don’t give a fuck, so I am done! What about you Allen?’’ Allen shrugged his shoulder, got up from his chair and began to walk towards the door but as he did he felt a tug a on his sleeve. He turned his head to see the therapist had tugged onto his sleeve. With Mochroisa charging ahead Allen paused as the therapist began to talk ‘’How are you two the only ones not affected? Everyone else is in a state of panic while you two seem to have seen this before almost. Who are you two?’’ Allen stood silent while Mochroisa stopped at the door and while keeping her head down at the door she said ‘’We are more than you think.’’ She then chugged on out the door while the therapist let go of Allen. While he took this chance and bolted out the door. Right before Allen could shut the door he heard the therapist shout ‘’What do you mean by that?!’’ Allen couldn’t exactly answer seeing how he really didn’t know himself he just closed the door and chased after Mochroisa.

            The therapist sat in the empty baron room to think of what Mochroisa said. The moment replayed in his head many times, we are more than you think. He couldn’t think of anything but she seemed to speak the truth. Most normal people would find this event traumatizing and need therapy for year.  But, they really weren’t affected in anyway besides the fact that Mochroisa lost some sleep and got blood on her clothes. Allen was the same he simply looked out the window ignoring all the madness fell upon the rest world. The most damage Allen received was blood splatters on his face and clothes and a pissed off Mochroisa. These two didn’t seem to be affected mentally at all. These two seemed completely sane. The two instigators of this incident, the senior and his lackey, one had his hand sliced open and the second now has mental damage. He has his mind only set on revenge and the secrets behind the two.  His brain was so shocked by this event that it needs a way to justify this incident and revenge for his soupier was the perfect reason. Having this to back him up he can feel he can research them freely without guilt. He would feel that this would be divine retribution.

            The therapist was left to ponder his thoughts in that empty room. The room had glass walls except for one with blinds. The one real was painted blood red with a cherry desk in front of it that had many pieces of paper and what not on it. The wall had a couple of decoration black, red, white and gray paintings with flowers.  It had large panes of glass for the three walls with gray supports and gray blinds. It also had three square, tan chairs in the middle of the room used for counseling. This room was the most colorful and open room of the entire hospital. The rest of the hospital smelled of drugs and blood. The blank white walls of the hospital that seemed hide deep scars like makeup. These walls new everything that ever happened here, every death, every saved life, every tear and every cries of happiness, everything that ever happened. You can out as much paint as needed over the scars but they will always be there. These walls were like the memories of today, no matter how much therapy you apply to this it will always be there. When take away the old paint there are the scars, like therapy can be peeled away.

            Allen caught up with Mochroisa as they walked to the waiting area. In the waiting area there were many chairs with many empty and filled seats. The two sat down while the chaos went on around them, like nurses running back and forth from room to room. Mochroisa simply was sick of watching the chaos and went back to sleep while she leans on Allen’s shoulder.  The two simply relaxed, while Allen also felt sleepy as he could feel his consciousness fade. He was soon out as he leaned back onto Mochroisa. The two fell asleep to the lulu of chaos and madness. These two soaked up these moments that never seem to last.

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