Part 15
Blaine sent a text to the ghost-gang and asked them to come to his room. Wes was looking at him worriedly. Because he could see the worry written all over Blaine's face. He took Blaine's hand and both startled because it was cold, which meant that Wes wasn't "there" and neither was Blaine. Soon there was a knock on the door.
"Come in", Blaine called and the ghost-gang entered.
"Wes!" Jeff cheered and ran up to the 'ghost' and hugged him. Wes smiled slightly and hugged him back. "Man you're cold!" Jeff squeaked.
"So we can all see him now because we've seen him in this world", David asked, also seeing Wes.
"I guess so", Blaine mumbled. "But he's cold."
"So he's here but not here-here", Nick asked and Blaine nodded.
"Why do you look so sad Blaine", Trent asked, Fred was with him because the two were now dating so they included Fred in the ghost-gang.
Blaine sighed and sat down on his bed. Wes smiled softly and sat down beside him and took his hand and Blaine got even closer to crying. Without a word he held out the note that Wes had given him. Hunter took it and read it aloud. All the boys looked horrified and Wes sighed. He hadn't wanted to worry anyone… but now it seemed whatever he did he would upset them.
"You have to get out of here", Sebastian said and Wes looked at him. "You have to leave."
Wes shook his head.
"Wes please", Thad begged. "We all care for you and we don't want to see you harmed or worse." Wes looked at his notepad and held up the last thing he wrote.
*I will not bow*, it read. *I will not leave. I am staying with you. No one scares me. I'm staying.*
"Don't be an idiot", Hunter begged. "Someone wants you dead, you can't die. We would never be able to live with ourselves if you did. Please man."
*No.*
"Don't be so damn stubborn!" Fred said.
*No.*
"Wes please", Nick begged. "We don't want to see you hurt."
*I will not be harmed. I can handle myself.*
"What if they have guns or knives", Jeff asked.
*I can handle myself.*
"Wes please", Trent begged. "We're not telling you this because we want you to go, we really want you to stay with us but we want you safe and you're not safe here."
*It is worse outside of Dalton.*
"Wes", David groaned. "Please, if you care for any of us… and if you love Blaine please… please just go."
Wes looked around the room, he sighed and started writing. He kept at it for a few minutes and then turned the notebook to them.
*No*, he wrote. *I have been running my whole life, I have had enough of running and hiding. I'm holding my ground. I take my stand in this room and I will not bow. Strong as a mountain, the wind may blow at it but it will never bow. I will show this world that people like me will not just bow for anything. I will not be walked over and I will not run. I will face my fate with my head held high and knowing that my friends love me and support me. Because even though they are far off in time I will always support them.*
The boys read his note over and over again and Hunter sighed.
"Should we tell him", he asked. Wes looked confused.
"What will happen if we do", Thad asked.
"Who know", Sebastian said.
"Should we risk it?"
"Maybe it's the only way to save him", Fred said. "We all love him so we should tell him. He deserve to know."
They turned to Wes and Jeff couldn't keep his sad laugh in because over one page Wes had written a big question mark. They all looked at each other, everyone but Blaine. He was still staring at his hands, tears slowly streaming down his cheeks. Sebastian sighed and turned to Wes.
"Wes we've read your journal", he said and Wes' eyes widened. "We don't know where you're keeping it I swear… we've read its future self here in the future."
Wes looked confused again.
"You stopped writing on March 15", Hunter said and Wes' eyes widened. "After that there's no record of you at Dalton and your disappearance is a mystery. There's talk about you being murdered and… and…"
"And if you stay here you will die", Trent said and sniffled. "Whoever wrote that note will kill you and then dispose of the body."
"You've written about what happens every day in that thing", Thad said. "We haven't read it all but… but…"
"Our principal Arthur Carmichael have", David finished. "He's read it and told us that your last entry was on March 15."
"And after that", Nick said and wiped at his eyes. "There's nothing. Wes if you stay you'll die."
They all stared at the Asian. He was looking… angry.
*You lie*, he wrote and they could even imagine what he would sound like.
"No", Fred said. "We don't."
"Wes please we just want you to live", Hunter said.
"You've helped us", Thad said. "Wheatear you know it or not… So now we want to help you. We want to help you survive."
*You lie*, Wes held up the same note and then the one that read: * I will not bow. I will not leave. I am staying with you. No one scares me. I'm staying.*
"Blaine", Nick said and Wes turned his gaze to Wes. "Tell him. Tell him that he can't stay! Tell him we don't want him to stay for our sake!"
Blaine hadn't been listening to them. He had been thinking. He loved Wes. He wanted to be with him but he couldn't. Wes lived 122 years ago. The time and space were too big for even them. He knew he had a bond with the young man. But he couldn't stay in this room and watch him die. If Wes stayed he would die.
"I want you to leave", Blaine said so low it was basically a whisper but he still swore he could hear Wes' heart breaking. He looked up and saw his face. It was hurt. Wes held up the note that read:
*You lie.*
"No", Blaine said and flew up, tears flowing. "I want you out! I never want to see you again! I want you to leave! I want you to leave before March 15! I never want to see you again!"
*You lie*, Wes held the note up and tears were going down his cheeks slowly. Down Blaine's they were streaming.
"NO!" Blaine roared. "I don't want you to stay! I want you away! Far away! If you stay you die and I can't watch you die! Leave!"
"You lie", Wes growled and they all, save Blaine stared at him.
"I don't! I hate you! I never want to see you again! I want you gone! I want you to leave this room before March 15. If you are not gone from the school in three weeks you will die. He have rid the world of your family and will rid it of you unless you leave on your own. You have three weeks. Leave or be dead! Leave and never come back!"
"No."
"Leave now and never come back!"
"No!"
"LEAVE NOW AND NEVER COME BACK!"
"NO!"
When Wes shouted all the glass in the room exploded, all the wood as well and all porcelain. The boys covered their faces to protect themselves from the shards and splinters. They stood there for a little bit and then all dared to look. The room was completely ruined. Nothing was whole, except for the things that belonged to Blaine. The rest of the room was totaled. The boys stared in shock. There were shards of glass, splinters and pieces of walls, sheets, plastic and wood everywhere. But they themselves had been protected from it. There was no blood, nothing… they were all unharmed. But Blaine still felt as if he was hit in the heart. He stared at the spot where he'd just seen Wes and the place was empty. Blaine reached out a shaking hand when he saw a folded note and he took it and opened it. On it was three words.
*I love you.*
Blaine read them and started to cry in a heart breaking voice. The boys hurried up to him and pulled him into a hug and held him tight as he bawled his eyes and heart out.
Wes took a deep breath and nodded at the Dalton Orchestra and Warblers. The orchestra started to play and the Warblers harmonized. Wes looked at the assembled group. They were performing this song in front of the student body to prove to them that they all belonged there and Wes was going to prove to the one writing the letter that he was going to stay.
Wes: Where once there was wild grass
Now there's a wheat field
This land was waiting for me
Was waiting its hour!
Wes meant that Dalton was the land and the way things worked before he took charge was the wild grass.
Where once there was nothing
No law, no power
This land of prairie and pine
I made it flower!
With this naked pair of hands
I made it mine
Wes made it flower by starting the student council and by getting into the Warblers, African-Americans, Latinos and Asians were getting more and more room at the school, his school.
There was another song
I knew it well
The song of steel on rock it sang-
It rang of hell
And when there came a time
When hope was gone
We loaded up the wagon
We moved on
From that barren, stony ground
Barren, unforgiving ground
We loaded up and we were
Westward bound
The earth lay quiet here
Since time began
Through all Creation waiting here
The coming of men
No axe rang in these woods
No sign of toil
Until I put my spade to work
And dug into this rich, black soil
Wes had put his 'spade' to work by starting up everything he did. He'd dug into the soil that was Dalton and was making it flower with what Dalton was in the future.
Where once there was wild grass
Now there's a wheat field
This land was waiting for us
Was waiting its hour
Where once there was nothing
No law, no power
We spilled the sweat of our brow
Warblers: And we made it flower
Wes: Yes, we made it flower
I watched my father fight
Those cruel grey stones
I saw him crippled at the end
They broke his bones
Here he meant that the stones were the racism.
But here the plow runs deep
The roots reach low
A man stands taller here
His children grow
What we've done I will defend
Warblers: What we've done we will defend
Wes: Yes, what we've won I'll fight for till the end
The earth lay quiet here
Since time began
Through all Creation waiting here
The coming of men
No corn grew in these parts
No cattle grazed
Now there's no field that goes un-ploughed
The children we have raised
They do us proud
The Lord be praised
Warblers: The fruit of the harvest
The roof I raised here
All: The logs that fell to my axe
What am I to blame for?
We came for a new life
To find a future
With just the shirt on our backs
We found what we came for
Where once there was wild grass
There is abundance
And, yes, we're proud of the fact
That we have dug and tilled
And drilled and hacked
We ask no favor
We ask no pardon
We found a wilderness here
We planted a garden
Where once there was wild grass!
Carmichael shuddered as he turned off the gramophone. The anger that was in Wes voice was so real that it made him feel bad. What had happened? Every recording before this one was happy and light. This was heavy, angry, dark and so full of rage that he almost felt sick. What had happened? Had it to do with Blaine and the Warblers? Why was Wes hurting? Why was he going to disappear? Why… why was he so… hurt?
TBC