Dream On.

Raven
I smiled slightly. "Anywhere but home. Everywhere and nowhere. Away." I said still smiling. I hugged Clarissa then dropped my arms from around her. "Anytime or anything you want to talk about honey I'm right here. Got it?" I said gently. She nodded and smiled gratefully at me. "Than-" But I interrupted her. "No. Those words have been tainted by too many years of casual use they no longer mean anything. I do not need your thanks but I am glad that I could help." I said my voice calm and cold.I walked back over to my seat feeling my emotions showing and I couldn't help myself. I started to sing to myself not caring if anyone listened or heard me. "Stay low.
Soft, dark, and dreamless,
Far beneath my nightmares and loneliness.
I hate me,
For breathing without you.
I don't want to feel anymore for you.

Grieving for you,
I'm not grieving for you.
Nothing real love can't undo,
And though I may have lost my way,
All paths lead straight to you.

I long to be like you,
Lie cold in the ground like you.

Halo,
Blinding wall between us.
Melt away and leave us alone again.
The humming, haunted somewhere out there.
I believe our love can see us through in death.

I long to be like you,
Lie cold in the ground like you.
There's room inside for two and I'm not grieving for you,
I'm coming for you.

You're not alone,
No matter what they told you, you're not alone.
I'll be right beside you forevermore.

I long to be like you, sis,
Lie cold in the ground like you did.
There's room inside for two and I'm not grieving for you.

And as we lay in silent bliss,
I know you remember me.

I long to be like you,
Lie cold in the ground like you.
There's room inside for two and I'm not grieving for you,
I'm coming for you.
."
I finished singing and felt a tear slide down my cheek and I tilted my head forward letting my sweatshirt hood shadow my face and started to cry silently praying that no one noticed. I felt myself sickened by my actions but I couldn't help it I was still mourning over my lost sister. My poor beautiful amazing sister.

Damn you Karma. Of course, right after i make 2 people cry who gets on the bus? a guy, a Hot guy, a hot guy with a guitar. Wait a minuet...i have a guitar. hm... no. no, i will not get sidetracked. I do not deserve love. i just don't, i only hurt. in any case playing my guitar always helps me feel better. i pull it out of its case, its polished wood gleams at me. i turn off my Ipod and begin to play. why not? i have nothing to lose, i am a 16 year old girl on a bus to nowhere, i have a guitar and $200, (the bus pass costed $75) what else am i to do. I cant talk to Clarissa and Raven, and this guy who just got on the bus has obviously not seen me. I begin to play "stairway to heaven". I have decided to get off in Albany and take another bus. maybe. I feel horrible just sitting on this bus, i stop playing for a second. i look Clarissa in the eye, my eyes flick to Raven and back to Clarissa, they well up with tears.
"I'm So Sorry. I had a sister too." I was on the verge of sobs. a tear escapes and i look down quickly. i begin to play again. this time i sing quietly.

"Theres a lady who knows all that glitters is gold and she buyig the stairway to heaven."

Devin

I shrug, and take out my guitar as well. I play the chords along with the girl, and begin to sing.

"When she gets there she knows
If the stores are all closed
With a word she can get what she came for

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
And she's buying a stairway to heaven."

I sing the next part, more loudly than she is. She looks up at me, and stops playing. I play the few chords before I left off. She sings a little, and then I sing a little. Before long, we actually sound pretty legit.

"Hey, chica, if I had a voice like that, I'd be one lucky guy. Even including the fact it would sound weird for a guy to be singing like a girl. " I say laughing. She smiles a little.

"Thanks." She says.

"Hey, no big. I was just telling the truth."

She smiles, just a little smile, but a smile anyway.

"Did the sun come out or did you just smile at me?" I ask, trying again to be nice.

"That was the cheesiest pick-up line I have ever heard."

"Crap, the book said that it was a zero on the cheesy scale of one to ten."

"Well, the book lied."

I bit my lip and wiped away my tears and hissed out angrily "Tears are useless they won't bring Luna back." I composed my face so that is was blank the only way to know what I was feeling was to look into my eyes and I pulled up my hood so that it was covering my eyes in a black shadow. I turned my Ipod to "Tourniquet" By Evanescence and sang with it quietly putting all my anger and pain into the words "I tried to kill the pain
but only brought more
so much more
I lay dying
and I'm pouring crimson regret and betrayal
I'm dying, praying, bleeding and screaming
am I too lost to be saved
am I too lost?

my God my tourniquet
return to me salvation
my God my tourniquet
return to me salvation

do you remember me
lost for so long
will you be on the other side
or will you forget me
I'm dying, praying, bleeding and screaming
am I too lost to be saved
am I too lost?

my God my tourniquet
return to me salvation
my God my tourniquet
return to me salvation

I want to die!!!

my God my tourniquet
return to me salvation
my God my tourniquet
return to me salvation

my wounds cry for the grave
my soul cries for deliverance
will I be denied Christ
tourniquet
my suicide."

Devin pulls out his guitar and sings with me as we play. it isn't half bad.

"Hey, chica, if I had a voice like that, I'd be one lucky guy. Even including the fact it would sound weird for a guy to be singing like a girl. "

I break, my smile shows. he complemented me, and made a joke. two things that have been lost from me for a very long time.
"Thanks" i smile.
"did the sun come out or did you just smile at me?" wow, just wow. that is so bad it's funny.
"That was the cheesiest pick up line i have ever heard."
"Crap! the book said it was a zero on the cheesy scale of 1-10." cute and funny, oh god, no! i am falling. i keep reminding myself that i dont deserve it not with what i did to Feather.
"well,the book lied" i say.
I stare at him for a while. He stares back.
"I'm Cellia, C-E-L-L-I-A, but pronounced like cello with the 'ch' sound. I take it...your running away too?"
"yeah" he says, "jst couldent take it anymore."
I was about to ask what it was he couldnt take when i saw Raven. Her face was blank but i saw it in her eyes, the look i had donned for so long, longing, anger, fake strength. I got up and went over to her. Her music was so loud it hurt my ears.
"Raven," I said softly, she turned.
"Raven, i think its time i tell you why i'm on this bus, i think its time you heard my story."

I turned down my music and looked at Celia. "You tell me yours I'll tell you mine." I said my voice quiet. She nodded.

Clarissa:

I squeezed my eyes shut and placed my hands on my head "Oh!" Forgetting I didn't know him I wrapped my arms around Devin and burried my face into his shirt.

Devin

Clarissa puts her arms around me and puts her face in my shirt.

I put my arms around her, "It's okay. Everything will work out. I mean, I'm here, how could it not work out?" I laugh. I turn to Celia and Raven, "Since both of you ladies look like you have seen better days, why don't I tell you mine? I promise, you will laugh; and then we can hear yours." I suggest.

"Fine." Raven says. Keeping my arms around Clarissa, I tell a bit of my story.

"So there I was, one day, at a little kids playground," I say in a dramatic, creepy voice, "suddenly, I hear a noise behind me. The boys have found me.

'What are you doing?' my friend Charles asks.

'Getting over to the field, that's what!' I respond to him. He shakes his head, and walks away. When he walks away, he turns around to say he is telling my parents. That was the night I decided to run away. My parents are the monkey-suit-business-people types, and they want me to follow. Yeah, like I could ever wear a tie anywhere else than around my head. It makes a very stylish headband, trust me. So, anyway, that night I ran away. Then I got on a bus filled with pretty girls. End of story." I smile, and they laugh a little. Most of them, anyway.

I look down at Clarissa, her tears are staining my shirt, "Hey, its a good thing your cleaning that. I haven't washed it in a month." I laugh, she pulls away. "Just kidding!" I add with a smile.

Clarissa:

With his arms around me Devin said,

"So there I was, one day, at a little kids playground," I say in a dramatic, creepy voice, "suddenly, I hear a noise behind me. The boys have found me.

'What are you doing?' my friend Charles asks.

'Getting over to the field, that's what!' I respond to him. He shakes his head, and walks away. When he walks away, he turns around to say he is telling my parents. That was the night I decided to run away. My parents are the monkey-suit-business-people types, and they want me to follow. Yeah, like I could ever wear a tie anywhere else than around my head. It makes a very stylish headband, trust me. So, anyway, that night I ran away. Then I got on a bus filled with pretty girls. End of story."

"Hey, it's a good thing you're cleaning that. I haven't washed it in a month." I pulled myself back as he laughed and wiped my hands on my jeans. "Just kidding!" He said with a smile. I couldn't help but crack a smile "Jeez, you sure do know how to brighten a room."

He gave a smile and I teasingly said "You think I'm pretty."

Cellia
Oddly, well, not really, i was Inexplicably jealous. Clarissa and her tears were hitting on Devin. Grr. Well, as they say, all's Fair in love and running away. i decided to tell my story anyway, they deserved to know, i am a murderer.

"I am a murderer. My little sister lost her life and it was my fault. My sister was named Felisette, but, we called her Feather, she was just that skinny. she was 11 and i was 15 and we decided to play hide and seek. i hid first, she counted to 50."

I choke. Oh no.

"She thought she saw me in the neighbors leaf pile, across the street."

Tears are coming faster than I can stop them.

"The next part was my fault i guess. i didn't get out fast enough. even though i could see what was going to happen."

I am sobbing hysterically now, i can barely get out the words.

"I called...and she was...the street...then there was a car...big car...big crashing sound..."

I am talking like a 2 year old now.

"FELISETTE!...middle of the street...blood..."

then i just sob. no words came out that anyone could ever understand not even me. the bus driver announces that we are nearing the Albany stop. feeling incredibly self concious i start to grab my stuff. I really hope someone will stop me, i have only known them for a day and a half, but i love them as my family.

I grabbed Cellias wrist. "Please don't go." I say quietly. "Please." She said nothing just continued to cry and I hugged her gently giving her the option to pull away if she wanted too.

Devin

"Ah, stay here. The more the merrier!" I laugh a little as I say this to Cellia. I take one of my arms that were previously around Clarissa, leaving the other still around her, and gesture to the empty seat next to me. She looks at me a second.

"What?" She asks.

"Some on, there is plenty of Devin to go around. " I say. She goes and sits in the empty seat. I pull her closer to me.

"Can't....breath." She chokes out. I laugh some more, and release her. Raven looks at me a second.

"I only have two arms... I think." I say in my defense. Raven laughs. I pretend to inspect my arms. "Yup, still two, for now."

Name: Clarity Reynolds

Age: 15

Gender: Female

Appearance:

Spoiler

Personality: She tries to stay upbeat, and bring every one's mood up. She doesn't complain, keeps negative thoughts to herself, and hates to argue. She is always trying to find a way to smile. She is very imaginative, creative, and looks at things very differently than most people. she is optimistic, and tries to look at the positive side.

History: She grew up, until she was five, living a rich life. Then her father gambled, and lost, all their money. Her parents divorced, and she was thrown on the streets. Her mother was shot only a week later. at age five, she was left to fend for herself. She wanted to make a life for herself, and so bought a guitar with money she had saved up before they lost everything. She hadn't really learned how to play, but a sympathetic boy and his family took her in. He taught her to play, and she made money playing and singing. She actually has a really pretty voice. She learned piano, as well, but didn't spend quite as much time on it as her guitar. She left the family, with many thanks, once she was 13 and though she could make it on her own. she is getting on the bus now to go to a new place so she can preform elsewhere.

Up for Love: Sure.

Other: Sings a lot to herself.

*WHen I get the chance to post I will post Ravens story.*

Clarity

I get slowly onto the bus, singing to myself. I notice there are quite a few other people. that included a guy with his arms around two girls. Two other girls looked kind of like they were waiting for their turn. Pathetic.

I put my bag down, and take out my guitar.

"Cause you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable,
And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table.
No one can find the rewind button, girls,
So cradle your head in your hands,
And breathe... just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe." I subsitute the 'boys' for 'girls', since it was more apropriate for this group.

They all stare at me, and I ignore them.

"Who are you?" A girl asks.

"Clarity." I say. She turns her face for a second, probably to hide a smile. I didn't care if she thought my name was funny. I liked it.

Actually, my original name was Alexis, but I changed it.

"Hey, Clarity, you're pretty good at that." The boy gestures to my guitar.

"If you think so." I respond.