Charity was in her room alone playing some of the lines of her song when Luke poked his head in. "Hey," he replied.
She looked up at him. "Hi," she said.
He walked in and sat down next to her. "What's up?"
"Writer's block," she replied, as if it wasn't a big deal.
Luke looked over her shoulder and read what she had written:
I'm just another fallen angel
Looking for someone to take me home
To rescue me from this cruel world
God, reach down to me and pick me up
And take me home with You.
He blinked. "I didn't know you were very religious," he said.
She shrugged. "My mom was atheist," she replied. "But right after she beat the hell out of me I went and prayed for God to protect me."
Luke nodded. "Could you sing it for me?"
She shook her head. "You might think it sounds geeky," she said.
"That's my native tongue!" he replied. "Come on, Charity."
"Alright," she said, laughing. She positioned the guitar on her lap and played and sang it for him. When she finished she glanced up at him. "Geeky?"
He shook his head. "I-It's great," he said.
"Thanks," she replied, smiling.
"You're welcome," he said. "And what's up with your dream from last night?"
Charity shook her head. "I don't know," she said. "It was so weird."
Joan walked in. "Yeah, we know Luke is," she said, she threw herself across her bed.
Luke made a face at her.
"Hey, don't make fun of Luke," Charity said.
"Finally, someone who backs me up," Luke replied, he put his arm around Charity's shoulder.
Charity laughed. "No, we were talking about my dream."
"Have you done that before?" Joan asked.
Charity thought for a minute. "Yeah, once," she said. "I was little. And I saw this boy being killed in my dream and I saw his picture in the newspaper the next day and I was sort of freaked out."
"How old were you?" Luke asked.
"Six or seven."
Joan's eyebrows shot up. That must've been terrifying for a little kid. "How did you react?" she asked.
Charity shook her head. "I never told anyone until now," she said. "I've been having dreams of murders and other things that only the police should be involved in since I was hit by a car when I was six."
Luke snapped his head over to her. "You were hit by a car?"
"Yeah, it did some brain damage but nothing serious," she said, hearing the worry in his voice.
Luke let out a sigh of relief and Joan looked at her and then down at her book.
"I'm going to get feedback from Kevin on this," Charity said. She grabbed her guitar and her music and headed to the living room.
Luke leaned forward and rested his head on his hands. "I'm learning new stuff about her everyday," he said.
Joan nodded. So was she. She looked up at the window. It had stopped raining. She couldn't believe that they had to go back to school the next day. She picked up her book and started reading again.