The Power Within

Jason's POV

"THANK YOU TEXAS!!!!!!!!!"

I love it! I love it all! The crowd, the noise, the guitar, the music…THE FOOD!

Heck yeah. The food. Awesome.

I bounced off the stage after my little brothers, Shane and Nate, adrenaline still pumping through my veins.

"That was totally awesome, guys!" I exclaimed when we made it back-stage. "Like, EVERYTHING!"

"I know, man, right?!" Shane agreed, his eyes shining with the fierce passion he held for our job.

"Absolutely," Nate agreed in his quiet, serious voice. A small, rare smile was on his lips. I pulled them into a hug and grinned.

Suddenly, Shane pulled away. "Excuse me," he said coyly, then darted off to hug a small, brunette girl coming from the side entrance.

I watched with a weird feeling in my stomach as Shane and Mitchie hugged.

Why didn't I have someone to love like that?

Nate, too, pulled away to smile shyly at the smaller, curly-brown haired girl standing next to Mitchie. She ran over and hugged him around the neck, giggling.

Feeling slightly deflated, I wondered to my dressing room, my prize Gibson guitar still clutched in my hands. I set it on the stand and looked at it, sighing.

"I guess it's just you and me now, huh, buddy?" I murmured.

And you know what my guitar did?!

It fell.

Ryliee's POV

"And how do you feel tonight, Miss Ryliee?" Dr. Smith asked, smiling down at me.

I managed a weak grimace in his return. "Better. No pain…as usual. But, sir," I bit my lip. "…I'm losing something again."

Dr. Smith frowned. "What do you think it is? First love…then pain…"

"I think its happiness," I admitted sadly. "I'm depressed a lot. But it could be fear. I woke up feeling…almost normal today. Or it could be both."

The doctor sighed and noted something on his clip-board…my clipboard.

"Well, we'll see if things change," he said. "I'm sure we'll find a way to stop this, Ryliee. I promise."

I sighed and nodded. "Okay."

"Goodnight." And he left.

"Goodnight," I whispered before rolling over in my hospital cot, another fear and pain filled night awaiting me…again.

JPOV

I climbed up my bunk's ladder and collapsed onto my pillow. Below me, Nate was already almost asleep, and Shane, across from him, was texting. Frankie, our little bro, had been asleep for some time now. I looked at the ceiling and closed my eyes.

The next thing I knew, I was dreaming.

A nightmare.

A girl, Mexican looking and pretty, sat on a hospital bed. She was crying hard, her dark brown hair falling in her face. Her hand was red…with blood.

She was screaming. "Help! Help, I can't feel it! Somebody, please, please!"

Suddenly, someone was rushing in and grabbed her bleeding hand. And then, I knew.

She wasn't crying of the pain.

She was crying because she couldn't feel it.

At all, despite the dark blood dripping through her fingers and onto the linoleum floor, she could feel nothing…no pain. Nothing.

I tried to look around…where was I? But I couldn't move.

"It's okay, shh, it's all right."

Suddenly, I was looking down at the beautiful girl as she laid in bed as a lady, a nurse, by the looks of her, tucking her in. The girl's hand was bandaged and she had tear stains down her cheeks.

"It's okay, Ryliee," the woman said. Ryliee? Was that the girl's name? "You'll be okay."

The girl did not answer. And the nurse faded.

Not left. But faded.

Ryliee, if that was her name, stared up at the celing, at me, and I got another glimpse of her beauty again. She looked my age, at least Shane's…but maybe that was because of the stress in her dark, dark eyes.

The eyes are what hooked me. They were like…like chocolate…a deep, dark liquid chocolate.

She stared at me…and whispered "Please…help me."

I woke up crying, sobbing, into my pillow, Shane shaking my shoulder, calling my name, while Nate stared anxiously up at me from the floor.

"Jason! Jason!"

I looked up through my teary eyes at my younger brother.

One word escaped my lips.

"Ryliee."

All I knew was…I had to find this girl.

If she existed…I had to find her.

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