Coma Chapter 26- It was worth it, a web shows fanfic

"Shadows settle on the place, that you left.

Our minds are troubled by the emptiness.

Destroy the middle, it's a waste of time.

From the perfect start to the finish line.

And if you're still breathing, you're the lucky ones.

'Cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs.

Setting fire to our insides for fun

Collecting names of the lovers that went wrong

The lovers that went wrong.

We are the reckless,

We are the wild youth

Chasing visions of our futures

One day we'll reveal the truth

That one will die before he gets there.

And if you're still bleeding, you're the lucky ones.

'Cause most of our feelings, they are dead and they are gone.

We're setting fire to our insides for fun.

Collecting pictures from a flood that wrecked our home,

It was a flood that wrecked this home.

And you caused it,

And you caused it

Well I've lost it all, I'm just a silhouette,

I'm a lifeless face that you'll soon forget,

And my eyes are damp from the words you left,

Ringing in my head, when you broke my chest.

And if you're in love, then you are the lucky one,

'Cause most of us are bitter over someone.

Setting fire to our insides for fun,

To distract our hearts from ever missing them.

But I'm forever missing him.

And you caused it,

And you caused it" he sang softly and sadly as he skimmed stones over the water. He was crouched by the side of a small river under the leaves of a bush.

Alex sang it with him in his deep melancholy way. Sometimes he'd make the funny hand gestures that Phil would make. Phil threw one final stone and actually bashed into the opposite bank.

"Score!" Alex pretended to yell. Phil giggled and clawed his way out of the bush he was sitting under and went to sit next to Alex on the dusty earth, leaning on his shoulder. Alex grinned and ducked his head a little to kiss his cheek.

Phil smiled. He loved being with Alex. He loved all the affection and attention. "You miss him don't you" Alex whispered, putting his arm round the younger boy. Phil happily rested his arms on Alex's neck.

With anyone else he would have said sarcastically "Yeah no shit" but Alex wasn't anyone. "Yeah" he agreed. "Aww" Alex kissed the top of his head. "Hey your voice is getting better" he changed the subject. Phil beamed. "Really?" he asked.

"It's like silk, I love it" he reassured him. "We are the reckless, we are the wild youth" he sang. His voice was soft and deep and rich and amazing. Phil swore he could listen to it forever. Phil sang the line next, trying to make it as good as Alex's.

"Oh yeah, Phil, how do you feel about night clubs?" he asked. Phil tensed. "Well….I-I err|" Alex laughed. "I'm only teasing babe I guessed" he ruffled the boy's hair affectionately.

Phil blushed at Alex calling him babe. Alex smirked. "How do you feel about music?" he asked innocently. Phil gave him a look. "You know how I feel about music" he said firmly, smiling now like a Cheshire cat.

Voice and Sam the little ghost had shut up and now he just felt so at peace. "Prove it" challenged Alex, adjusting his golden fringe. Phil gave him a mock intense look. "The perfect start, to the finish line" he sang, focusing.

Alex cheered. "Ok! I know a place, not many people know about it, it's this abandoned castle you see, all broken down and people go there to sing and dance and drink if they want, and it makes you feel alive" he said proudly.

Phil's ice eyes widened. "Really?" he asked, trying to imagine it. Alex nodded. "Yep, it's amazing" he told him. "I'll take you if you like" he murmured. Phil gasped. He would be naturally nervous, but fuck being nervous.

"You're the best ever!" he said without stuttering and leaped on him, hugging him hard. They ended up both lying down, Phil on Alex's chest. "Thanks!" laughed Alex, sitting up.

"Ever heard of the song Wolf?" Phil remembered Clawd's beautifully illustrated song lyrics. He shook his head. "Nope" he lied. The tune still played in his head, well the tune he imagined. The notes and melodies, the rhythmic beat of the drum.

Alex grinned with satisfaction. "You're in for a wild ride then" he promised eagerly. He brushed himself down and stood up, pulling Phil up with him. "Wanna go now?" he asked, slipping on his jacket.

Phil bit his lip. They had been skiving school for the day and Phil had texted Kate telling her he'd joined a club. He didn't say when he'd be back so….

He knew she'd be worried but he really wanted to please Alex, so he nodded, trying to look excited. Alex kissed his cheek happily and took his hand, leading them out of the empty field of corn they had spent the day in.

It was very dark by the time they had motorcycled to a huge looming forest engulfed by shadow. Phil, a little nervous shifted a few steps closer to Alex, gripping tightly onto his hand.

Alex's copper gaze flicked over him and he smiled softly, putting his arm round Phil's shoulders. "You'll be fine, I promise". Phil swallowed and nodded. "T-thanks" he trusted his boyfriend. His Alex.

He heard the very distant sound of music. Just that small sound made every hair on his body stand on end, his eyes grow bigger and made him stand up straight.

Alex grinned. "Come" he said, bringing him through passageways and under spiked trees with their twisted branches and gnarled trunks. He jumped over fallen trees and skimmed the water's edge, sometimes when his head brushed wet leaves they sent a smaller shower of rain water onto his head which he shook out, making Alex laugh.

They eventually reached a huge…thing. It resembled a house, but not. Alex's dark eyes shone with the purplish light that erupted from it. "It's an old castle" he explained, his voice entranced. "For people who like adrenaline" he almost whispered the last part.

Phil opened his mouth, breathing in the music. He breathed out deeply. He had never had sex but he swore sex could not be better than the feel of music all around you.

They walked inside. What he saw was something like a stage with around one hundred people on the ground, on ledges, on pillars, on the crumbling roof above, everywhere. Some had carved sticks; all eyes were wide with anticipation.

Alex breathed in. "It's about to start" instantly the sound of drums, guitars, so many and so much. Then the voices started. Every person with a different voice but they fit so well together.

People stamping their feet and shoving their sticks into the ground to the beat of the drum. There were some main singers at the front, but everyone sung like they had practised it all their lives.

"Wolf mother, where you been?

You look so worn, so thin

You're a taker, devil's maker

Let me hear you sing, hey ya hey ya" the crowd roared it with a kind of fierceness and aggression, like they were protesting.

"Wolf father, at the door

You don't smile anymore

You're a drifter, shapeshifter

Let me see you run, hey ya hey ya" the gentleness could also be heard in their voices. Phil sang to, his voice seemed to just fit with them, and Alex joined in. He could hear the emotion in every word.

"Holy light, oh, burn the night, oh keep the spirits strong

Watch it grow, child of wolf

Keep holdin' on" a bright light glowed behind one of the main singers. Phil didn't know how but all voices were silenced for a few moments in utter awe at what they were seeing. Phil felt strong, and he knew everyone singing the same with such force made them feel powerful.

"When I run through the deep dark forest long after this begun

Where the sun would set, trees were dead and the rivers were none

And I hope for a trace to lead me back home from this place

But there was no sound, there was only me and my disgrace

"Hey, Hey-Hey, Hey, Hey

Hey, Hey-Hey, Hey, Hey

Hey, Hey-Hey, Hey, Ya.

Wolf mother, where you been?

You look so worn, so thin

You're a taken, devil's maker

Let me hear you say, hey ya hey ya

Wolf father, at the door

You don't smile anymore

You're a drifter, shapeshifter

Let me see you run, hey ya hey ya

Wayward winds, the voice that sings of a forgotten land

See it fall, child of wolf

Lend a mending hand

When I run through the deep dark forest long after this begun

Where the sun would set, trees were dead and the rivers were none

And I hope for a trace to lead me back home from this place

But there was no sound, there was only me and my disgrace

Hey, Hey-Hey, Hey, Hey

Hey, Hey-Hey, Hey, Ya." The drumming became more intense until there was one final mighty bash at the drums and the audience was hushed and exhausted. Alex and Phil looked at each other.

They didn't need to say anything; they could read each other's faces. Alex smiled even wider. "Fancy another one?" he asked. He might as well have not. He knew the answer. "Fuck yes!" Phil yelled.

People got guitars out and Phil's excitement grew.

"You're the one that they used to hate

But they like you now

And everything that goes away

Will be returned somehow

They're the ones that spit on you

Cause they got no heart

I'm the one that will follow you

You're my Joan of Arc" Phil sang the words all the emotion he knew to be true. Thinking of the abuse he had suffered.

"You had a vision they couldn't see so

They put you down

But everything that you said would happen

It came around

And they're the ones that put you down

Cause they got no heart

But I'm the one that will follow you

You're my Joan of Arc"

"Tell the boys their time is through

Joan of Arc (Jeanne d'Arc, ah ooh)

Tell the boys I'll follow you

I'll follow you" they all sang it together, more slowly and dreamily compared to the strength and pure force of the first verse.

"Now they tell you that you're their muse

Yeah, they're so inspired

But where were they when they called your name

And they lit the fire?

When the voices came, you cut your hair

But you're still confused

But I'm the one with a heavy heart

Cause I'll follow you" not many voices sang now. And Phil's and Alex's could actually be heard. He blushed but was feeling too much strength to stop, the adrenaline taking over his mind, the energy running through him. It was magical, it was beautiful, it was electrifying.

It was fucking witch craft!

"My Joan of Arc (Jeanne d'Arc, ah ooh)

Tell the boys their time is through

Joan of Arc (Jeanne d'Arc, ah ooh)

Tell the boys I'll follow you

Joan of Arc (Jeanne d'Arc, ah ooh)

When the boys are over you

Joan of Arc (Jeanne d'Arc, ah ooh)

Tell the boys I'll follow you

I'll follow you" their voices stretched out and sweet.

"I really wanna know you"

"Tu dis que tu es mon juge

Mais je ne te crois pas

Alors tu dis que je suis une sainte

Mais ce n'est pas moi

J'entends des voix

Mais ce n'est pas moi

Je ne suis pas Jeanne d'Arc

And if you shoot you better hit your mark" many girls sang this part, their voices delicate and beautiful, reminding Phil of cherry blossom, perfectly in time, there was something remarkable about how he didn't know what the words meant they felt as much emotion to him as if they were in English.

"Joan, it's true

I only wanna know you

Joan, it's true, it's true

I only wanna know you

But Joan

I only wanna know you

First they love you

Then they kill you

Then they love you again

And then they love you

Then they kill you

Then they love you again

Love love love you

Kill kill kill you

And then they love you again

They love love love you

Kill kill kill you

And then they love you again" The drumming and voices got louder and louder, Phil's head pounding. He felt so alive. Until it finally stopped after intense drumming.

Phil felt suddenly exhausted, falling into Alex's arms. Alex looked at him and then picked him up without much effort, and carried him out. He was clearly drained.

He nuzzled into Alex's neck. They were at Phil's house pretty quickly, though it was pitch black, the beat still rang in his ears. He felt drugged, but in the best way possible.

Alex knocked on the door, carefully putting Phil down, letting the smaller boy lean into him. "Enjoy that?" he asked smiling fondly at him. Phil closed his eyes. "P-probably too much" he chuckled.

He could hear crickets singing. Always music, all around him. It was great. Kate opened the door, her eyes flaming. "Phil you have pushed it too far this time!" she yelled, then she noticed Alex.

"What have you done to my son?!" she snapped angrily. Phil clung onto Alex's arm protectively. Alex coughed. "I'm sorry, we went to this new drama club and got lost coming back here, I stayed with him to make sure nothing happened to him" he lied sleekly.

Kate was actually lost for words. Then she shook her head. "Well thank you young man that's very considerate of you" she said after a while. She firmly took hold of Phil's shoulder and yanked him inside.

"W-wait, can Alex c-come in t-to?" he asked pleadingly. Kate wavered. Alex widened his dark chocolate eyes and tilted his head to the left slightly. Phil knew when he did that you could almost literally see stars dancing there.

So she had to begrudgingly agree and let him in. They rushed up to Phil's room and jumped on his bed. Phil's bead, he didn't really want Alex on Dan's bead. It was weird but oh well.

He saw Alex's eyes momentarily flicker over the dents in the wall when he had slammed himself against it, or the red splatter staining the pale carpet but he chose to ignore it.

And Phil was all too grateful for that. They lay together on Phil's bed. Phil resting his head on Alex's torso, their hands clasped together, breathing almost perfectly in time.

Phil felt himself falling asleep. He didn't want Alex to go though. "D-don't g-go" he whispered as his eyes closed. "I won't" he promised as Phil slipped into sleep.

He believed him. And he was right. Alex stayed for another half hour stroking Phil's head before coming to his own house to face angry parents.

It was worth it to make him happy.