Reya sat on the stone wall at the park, her friend Jared playing his guitar next to her. Next to him was Mary, also playing a guitar. Reya couldn't play any instrument if her life depended on it so she sat there, singing along with Mary. Jared had his guitar case laying open in front of them and once in a while someone would toss a coin in there, much to their amusement. Normally Josh would have joined them with his electric guitar and portable amp, but none of them had any idea of where he was.
"I say my Hell is the closet I'm stuck inside/ Can't see the light/ And my Heaven is a nice house in the sky/ Got central heating and I'm alright/ Yeah yeah yeah, can't see the light/ Keep it locked up inside/ Don't talk about it/ Talk about the weather..."
Reya sang normal while Mary attempted to harmonize. At most times she gave up at sang normal, but she seemed to have it for this song. Reya hated the sound of her own voice, but for some reason it worked to get them two dollars in quarters so far.
Across the park, sitting on a bench, Willy Wonka watched along with a few other people at the sight, smiling a little at Reya, who hadn't noticed him yet. Considering where she had been a few months ago, if someone had showed him a photograph of her now he would not have recognized her, or assumed she had a happy twin somewhere. But there she was, singing away with Mary, dancing around a little and goofing off, not seeming to care what people thought of it. He sighed and looked at her closer. She seemed... prettier this way. In spirit that is.
She hadn't changed completely though. Her hair was still blue, her clothes were still black, but her smile had grown five times bigger. He didn't want everything about her to change. He like how unique she was, and thought that the black clothing just showed off who she was... sort of. Once in a while he caught her wearing a colored T-shirt, but never in pink. She told him once that she would not be caught dead in pink and he laughed at that. Right now she was wearing a black T-shirt with the anarchy 'a' on it, and a black skirt with a neon green layer on it that made the skirt poof out a little. She was barefooted, and from over there he could see one of her ugly scars. It was in the shape of a snake wrapped around her ankle, the only cut she had done that was in the shape of something, at least that he had seen. She had poured black ink in it so it was like a tattoo, a thought that made him shudder. When she looked up at him, her eyes lightened, and she smiled, waving briefly and then continued with the next song.
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"We're going to be in the talent show," she said to Wonka, still sitting on the stone wall, lightly bumping the back of her heals on it. Wonka sat next to her, and looked up. He hadn't heard her clearly and muttered, "What"
"Jared and I," she said. "The guy who was playing the guitar. We're going to perform in the talent show"
"Really?" he asked. "Doing what?" She looked down, grinning and looked back at him.
"Dancing," she answered. He raised his eyebrows and she laughed. "I knew you wouldn't believe me"
"No, I do, I just didn't think you danced," he said, chuckling. "And what, may I ask, inspired you"
"Well, I dunno. I was just listening to a song and I sort of thought it up. I had to find a guy who would want to dance in front of people, and Jared's just weird and wild so he jumped for the opportunity. Then, I had the teacher who was the choreographer for 'Oliver!' help since I don't know the first thing about dancing, and it just sort of came together. We practice every wednesday night and it's kind of fun"
"That sounds great. When is the talent show"
"This saturday. Jared and I are on pins and needles. When we're practicing in front of a teacher it's one thing because it's just her. But with an entire audience? It's stage fright all over again"
"You'll do fine," he said. "Just make no eye contact with anyone, and go through the routine, pretending you're practicing again"
"What's great is we got Josh working the lighting so it's going to look great. We've gone all out for this because we wanted to be remembered for something before we graduated. I hope we get first prize"
"And what would that be"
"Fifty dollars each, including Josh, and free coupons for three different fast food joints that are good for a week. Each coupon can be used seven times, so techinically, that's almost a months worth of junk food. Life is good"
He laughed and shook his head. "As long as you don't try and sue them for gaining weight," he chuckled. "I hope I can come to see you"
"Me too. Besides, if you go, you'll see a major first"
"What"
"Me wearing a dress. Skirts, I have done before, but I hate dresses. It's black though... at first, and it's made for dancing so it won't rip... I hope. Knowing me, I'll manage to do something to it"
"Oh, I doubt that. It's been a good week since you last walked into a wall. That's an improvement, I daresay"
"Don't follow my footsteps, I walk into walls. That's going to be my senior quote in the yearbook"
"And a good one. It's absolutely inspiring." She chuckled and shoved him, and he laughed.
"You're terrible. Oh! There's one thing I should tell you. The song is a depressing one, not light and happy"
"Wouldn't expect it to be"
"If it works, we'll leave some viewers... shocked and amazed"
"I certaintly hope so." She smiled at him and gave him a hug.
"Without you, I doubt I'd be around to do it," she whispered. He smiled and gave her a tight hug. ----
(A/N: I found the perfect song for Some Devil. All of you, download the song Hero by SuperChick. It's perfect! Also, there's a story I'm going to start on fictionpress so you should check it out. It's based off of my real experiences with self injury but it's still fiction. You should read it if you want a better idea on what it's like to go through stuff like that. It's called Red Worms and my penname is Wonka's Wife. Ironic that on here I'm Smeagol's girl, and on there I'm Wonka's Wife. Very strange indeed... oh well.)
