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~ Blue garden ~
June 1st, 1492
I stood by the window, the moon was full tonight, I didn't want to be here. I didn't want to be in the house she lived in, the house she grew up in. I watched as my parents tried comforting Mr. and Mrs. Utonium. I felt my heart ache at the thought of being at her memorial.
'Boomer'
I looked around frantically as I heard someone call my name, but nobody did.
'Boomer, go upstairs my love.'
There it was again
'Follow my voice Boomer.'
a/n the composition " Memorial " by TheRickymh begins here.
I swallowed hard holding in my breath and made my way up the staircase.
'Follow my voice.'
When I reaches the top of the stairs I met up with an empty hall way. " Where do I got now?" I called out and as a response the sound of a door opening caught my attention. I slowly walked into the room to have my breath taken away. As I stood at the doorway of her bedroom I couldn't help but let a sob escape my lips. There in front of me was her bed covered in bright white sheets and dark blue rose pedals. The moon shined through the thin white curtains reflecting the room's color giving it a light blue lighting. Candles were placed around the floors that were also scattered with the beautifully intense color of the roses. I stepped in looking around, taking everything in. Bubbles... She, she had decorated the room exactly like this the day she died. She died 3 hours after we had spent the night in this room together.
I looked over at bed, walking closer to it. I placed my fingers down on the sheets feeling the smooth clean silk of the bed. 'Why would someone do this? Why would they bring back such a memory?' I gripped the sheets and growled as tears ran down my face. " WHAT DO YOU WANT YOU SICK FUCK! " I roared setting off the candles as I created an intense gust of wind. Wasn't long before my parents and brothers along with half the guest ran into the room. Father torn the sheets out of my hands and began asking what had happened. A question I never answered, it had been the first time I realized a simple memory can make you wonder what stood before the truth.
Modern Time Boomer's POV:
" Boomer what are you doing?!" I ignored Brat and continued to toss all her shit out of the closet. " BOOMER!" Brat came up behind me trying to make me let go of her stuff but only angered me more. " Where's the dress!?" I gripped onto her neck and glared at her. " I don't know! I haven't touched it in awhile!" she gasped trying to claw off my hand with her nails. " Where did you leave it?" I asked bring her face closer as I threatened her with my stare. " In the cast-castle back home. In- *gasp* in the chest in from of the bed !" I dropped her leaving her on the floor to catch her breath. " Get out. Now!" Brat quickly collected herself and ran out the door. I'll have to get it when we return to the capital. I walked over to the window to see its a full moon tonight. I sighed feeling unhappy with my life. I can have anything in the world, but yet I know nothing will ever make me happy. There was times were I believed I was happy, but lets face it no one is ever really happy. Emotions are like masks, there's so many, they help hide the actual face and expression of the beholder and nobody could ever tell.
Feeling tired I got ready for bed, hoping to get some sleep which of course wasn't going to happen. During the night I couldn't help but hear an odd sound coming from down the hall. Curiously I stepped out into the hallway following the noise. As I got closer I was able to identify the noise as a piano. As I peeked inside I saw a mass if golden blonde hair sitting in front of the piano. For a moment I had believed it was her until the girl spoke up. " Boomer?" it was Brat. " Yea what the hell you doing up?" Brat shrugged " couldn't sleep." I walked over to Brat and the piano, picking up the music sheets she was trying to play. My jaw tightened, " Don't EVER play this song again, " I crumbled up the sheets and threw them down before storming out. I quickly got back to my room shutting the door. Fuck, this is all driving me insane! I'm starting to act like Burch because if her. I ran my fingers through my hair string down at the edge of the bed.
Almost instantly though my eyes snapped over at the window. There by the window frame laid a single blue rose. I walked over to it picking it, 'You have to be fuckin kidding me.' I thought. I crushed the rose in my palm before looking down at a picture that was neatly placed by where the rose was. I quickly got changed and made my way out of the house, whoever is messing with our minds surely isn't doing this for the heck of it.
Nobody's POV:
Brat ran into hers and Boomer's room as she heard a car engine start up. She ran to the window and watched as Boomer drove off in full speed. She sighed, she didn't mean to upset him. Her eyes then moved down to the frame of the window, her eyes narrowed slightly as she picked up a picture. She gasped as she stared it down, it was her. Becoming completely irritated Brat ripped up the picture and banged her first on the class window. She stared at the reflection of herself, her face showing no emotion.
" ... I look like her..."
Ending song! " Running Up That Hill " By Placebo