I'm a little selfish
With a lot to give
I'm a broken bone
I'm a losing bid
I know
You want me in
In my place
Shit. My father was in here. He could see them. It was all over.
"Sebastian? Are you alright?" My father asked, taking in Sebastian's crouched form.
"But of course." Sebastian smiled. I saw William roll his eyes. Grell inspected his nails.
"Okay. You guys have to get ready. We're due on air in an 45 minutes."
I nodded, staring at the two reapers. My father's brow furrowed.
"What are you staring at?" Before I could stop him, he looked directly at the reapers. He shrugged, and walked out.
"Alright. This shall have to continue another time." William turned on his heel and left. Grell followed, only after blowing Sebastian a kiss.
"How-"
"They can hide themselves from humans, remember?"
"Right. Well, I have to go get ready." My Green Day shirt and baggy sweats would not work to go on live TV. I changed into black skinny jeans and an MCR hoodie.
Twenty minutes later, I was standing in front of a video camera beside my father and Sebastian. Why Sebastian was there, I didn't know. I chewed on my lip ring while they fiddled with the camera, and tried not to glare at the make-up artist who had tried to "clean the black mess off of my eyes." Shut up, bitch, I like eyeliner. And it wasn't a mess, either. The cameraman motioned for us to begin.
"Hello. I'm Stephen Koop. And last night my daughter, November, went missing. We think she was kidnapped. So please, to the person who took my angel, I am begging you to return her. We miss her so dearly. Find it in your heart to return her!"
Oh crap. I had to say something. I could threaten them... but this is going across TV, so probably not the best idea. So I decided to go against what I knew to be true and go along with the public story.
"My sister and I have been together since we were born. I can't stand to have her gone! Please, bring her back!" I was shocked to hear my voice break on the last word. I dropped my head, covering my face with hair. I jumped when I felt Sebastian lay his hand on my shoulder.
"I love November like a sister. Bring her back." I noticed he didn't say please. I couldn't see his face, but I imagined that anyone who could would know he didn't need to. I heard the newscaster give out secret witness information, then heard the word "cut."
I'm damaged bliss
I'm an unknown voice
Make you feel less alone
But I'm not your toy
I know
You want me out
Out of your face
Overall, it didn't take that long, but today was Monday. Even though I wasn't at school today, I would be tomorrow, for at least part of the time. I wanted to leave as soon as possible to get her back, but I knew there had to be some planning. This wasn't like when I ran away; it wasn't a let's-just-get-up-and-go decision. This decision could very well get us both killed. Sebastian might even be killed. And while the world was probably better off without me, November couldn't die. She was too good.
When we got home, I pulled Sebastian down to the basement.
"We have to leave soon. If we're right, they won't kill her, but does that mean they won't hurt her? We need to get this over with as soon as possible."
"You're right. First of all, we'll need to get out of school somehow."
That reminded me. "Do you have any idea where they will be?"
"From what I know, the Panther Clan resides in the Sierra Nevada Mountains."
"What joy. Mountain climbing."
He smirked. "Does my mistress wish for me to carry her up the mountain?"
I blushed. "No! I can do it myself!"
The next day, Sebastian and I left early. I didn't want to have the conversation he would surely start with me, and I didn't want that to be our last conversation.
I tried to ignore the looks people were giving me, but I finally decided to hide in the library. I didn't get to escape for long when the bell rang.
Sebastian turned to me. "You know what to do?"
I nodded.
"Can you do what you have to do?"
Now, in all fairness, I think he meant it in a caring way, as if to be reassuring, but I didn't take it that way.
"Of course! How incapable do you think I am?"
He gave a long, exasperated sigh. "Right. I will see you later."
My temper died with all the grace of a popped balloon. "Bye."
I can smile for the camera
I can feed you my heart
I can lie laughing at you
I can act my part
And it's not the way
I wanted it to be
But no one ever asked me
So I smile for the camera
And I act my part
A/N: So I was informed today was Sunday, not Saturday. What can I say? It's break and I'm stupid. And I know it's short. It's because this is kind of a filler chapter, and because writer's block is a bitch.
So this only has a few chapters left. I think I'll get to fifteen. And it's a short story, but for my first, I don't think it's too bad.
The song is Act The Part by Cherri Bomb. Some of the lyrics may be wrong, so sorry if they are.
And, whoo! It's almost Christmas! So merry Christmas, everybody! Or happy whatever-you-may-celebrate!
Also, we didn't die Friday, so yeah! That's good. Not that I thought we would, but still. It's nice to be alive.
