A/N: Yet another band one. And even shorter than the other two. Hope you like it!
Apocalypto
Breathe.
You open your eyes, looking around at your family. The people you'll spend the next three or four months with. Putting on sunscreen, drinking from various shaped water bottles…complaining about the heat. The lack of clouds. Anything they can think of. You stand and look around, closing your eyes as a hot breeze bombards your face.
Just breathe.
You shiver as the cold bites through to gloved fingers and sweat drying off your skin from the sticky bus ride. Opening your eyes just pains you more as two tears are forced down your face.
No more, honey.
You look up at the night sky, feeling the crisp autumn air. Fleeting stars showing your world falling apart in silent memoirs to the music, but it seems only you care to see it. Your own personal apocalypse; the death of your love, pride joy…your meaning. The music is slowly dieing in your ears. The rhythm no longer keeping your heart's time.
No more.
The tears, veins of silver pearl running over rosy cheeks to a trembling chin you can't for the life of you hold still. And no one around you can see the stars. No one around you can hear the snap of a beat echoing in that cavernous expanse…and feel just as giddy as if it were your first time.
Next year, baby.
The autumn sky seems dull to you. The laughter around you feels hollow. The voices of your loved—or not so loved—ones rings dull in your ears. Today, as you took that solemn step on and off the bus, as you turned from your locker…as you walked out to the car…the music dies. Its empty chords and rasping melody slowly fades, leaving one soft click. One simple, solid snap of a snare.
Next year.