Red Band Society
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Chapter 2- Emma's POV
The sunlight from the windows in front of me shone through, shining off of the dingy tile floor and illuminating the small room. The light strikes my once closed eyelids, awakening me from the full nights sleep. I grab my phone; 6 a.m. it reads, no one else is awake yet.
I lay there in my bed, just thinking, wishing; for maybe 10 minutes before I finally got bored and swung my legs over the side of the bed. I couldn't help looking at my legs for a minute or two. Most people would call me skinny, or toothpick, or any other word that relates to that, but I see myself as the exact opposite, I think I'm fat, and any bit of skin that I can pinch is way too much.
I finally wake up (I seem to be doing that a lot lately), normally I'd get dressed into something more formal, or at least jeans or something, but I'm not in the mood today. I'm in the mood to just lie down all day, just be sad. But I know I cant, or nurse Jackson will make me go back to the psychologist for therapy. So, I stand, go to the bathroom, and wash my face. I brush out my hair, putting it in a ponytail.
There's not much I've to do today, just have a weigh in at 10 a.m., and that's it, so I decide to go to the rooftop 'chill pad' that Dash made. I slide my black lace up boots on for comfort, and make my way out of my room to the stairs that lead to the helicopter pad. I'll probably get in trouble for leaving my room without taking my meds first, but oh well; I need to get out right now. One more flight of stairs, and I'm finally there. I open the door that leads to the roof, and step out; shoving a rock between the door and the closing, to prevent it from closing so it won't lock me out. As I peer out onto the concrete ground that has an extremely large red cross on it, I see the little lounge that we made the night that we became the 'red band society'.
2 small love-seat kind of couches on either side, which are lawn furniture, and a single seat that matches the other set, then on the other side of the single chair, three beach chairs, just for extra seats. There are candle towers between each of the seats, and lastly a fireplace in the middle. The whole lounge is placed near the edge railing, for a beautiful view.
Even through the undeniable wind whipping my hair around my face, I see someone sitting out on the lounge. I instantly begin to wonder who it could be, considering the only ones who know about this are the red bands, the nurses, and Doctor McAndrew. But despite all the thoughts I still walk towards the lounge, and the person. As I get closer, I see that the person is more than likely a boy, and he's holding a guitar.
I get a little closer, trying to get a better look, but the boy's hair is covering his face. I take another few steps, trying to get closer, but the next thing I know, I'm falling. I place my hands in front of me, to at least prevent my face from crashing into the ground like the rest of my body. "Oh my god, are you ok?! I shouldn't have put that there!" the boy exclaims, setting down his guitar and standing to come help me, even though I'm already back on my feet. I finally take a look at the boys face.
It's Jordi.
"Oh, it's ok, I wasn't really paying attention. Was wondering who was up here, nonetheless so early. No one else wakes up this early, so it's always pretty lonely" I say, brushing myself off, like there was anything on me to begin with.
"Ya, I can tell. Figured I'd come out here; and write some" he replies, going back over to the lawn couch, picking up his guitar, and patting the seat beside him indicating for me to sit.
He starts strumming a soft beat, and we sit there silently. I write some myself, but I don't know how to play guitar, so it never really comes together. As the melody continues, I begin brewing lyrics inside of my head. Then I sang:
Electric lights
Blow my mind
But I feel alright
And never stop, it's how we ride
Comin' up until we die
You catch my eye
Bitch, you wanna fly
I'm so alive
Never stop, it's how we ride
Comin' up until we die
I don't wanna go to school
I just wanna break the rules
Boys and girls across the world
Putting on our dancing shoes
Going to the discotheque
Getting high and getting wrecked
I don't wanna go to school
I just wanna break the rules
"Wow" he breathes out after I had finished.
"I know, it's not very good, but I write some myself sometimes" I say, before he can finished; any bad comment he has to say is worse than nothing at all, and turning to face away from him to his the sadness. Any bad comment he has to say is worse than nothing at all.
"No, that's not what I was going to say at all… I was going to say that you're really good" I face back it him, no doubt astonished, I didn't think I was really good, much less good at all.
"Well… thanks"
"You don't take compliments well, do you?" he asks, genuine by the look in his eyes.
"No, not really, I don't like people talking about me, whether it's good or bad, because to me, it'll always be bad" I answer, now dropping my face again in embarrassment, as the stray hairs surround my face. My, now, nervously sweaty hands, fiddle with each other out of habit. "So, anyway, wanna show me what you were working on?"
"Yea" he smiles. His fingers begin moving on the guitar like a habit, making beautiful music, that I could hear every day and every night.
It's just another night and I'm staring at the moon
I saw a shooting star and thought of you
I sang a lullaby by the waterside and knew
If you were here, I'd sing to you
You're on the other side
As the skyline splits in two
Miles away from seeing you
But I can see the stars from America
I wonder, do you see them too?
Before I could even say anything, just turn to look at him to see his face all read, but why would he be embarrassed. "It's not finished yet…" he says, setting his guitar back in its case.
"It's beautiful Jordi, and I hope to get to hear it when it's finished" I whisper, taking his hand.
"It's about you… but ya, I'll play it for you when it's done" he replies, in the same quiet voice.
"Me?" I ask, "why me? I'm not much to write about"
"I don't know, you're just special to me Emma, I can't describe it." And with that answer, it just became silence, the same silence from last night, him holding my hand just enjoying each other.
Then red lights begin flashing on the helicopter pad, and the sirens buzz so loudly, almost like tornado sirens, signaling a helicopter is landing. "Time's up, I guess," he says, shouting over the sirens; standing from the couch, grabbing his guitar case and pulling me towards the door.
"Guess so," I whisper, even though I know he couldn't hear me, I didn't intend for him to, I just didn't want that to end. I wanted to pause that moment and stay there forever, how most of the moments with Jordi feel. But I guess that's just what happens, and I don't know what to call it, almost like… love?
A/n- hey guys/ girls, I hope you love this chapter… I know everything is moving kind of slowly, but it'll get better. Nothing in this chapter happened how I wanted it to, but new ideas kept coming for that one part, so by the end I decided to make it a chapter on its own. As of right now, the update schedule is twice a week, Tuesdays and Fridays, and if I have just a short little clip to post, possibly 3 times a week. IF YOU HAVE ANY IDEAS, OR ANYTHING SPECIFIC THAT YOU WANT TO HAPPEN, PLEASE TELL ME! Guys, I cannot stress that enough, I love your guys' support, and I REALLY want to know what you think, or what you want to happen, or what I can improve on, or whatever. So yeah, I look forward to hearing from ya'll, thanks for reading, bye!