Rebekah
Rebekah walked to the far end of the school grounds, sitting down against the wall and lifting her guitar out of its case. She closed her eyes briefly, while catching her breath, her chest aching, as she inhaled the early morning cold air.
Dammit, none of this was fair. She was in pain, but so were the people around her. And there was nowhere to escape in the school, every single time she thought she was alone, she felt a flicker of someone else's pain, causing her to hurt more deeply.
She wished she was strong enough to turn it off, maybe she could. But while that would be an ideal world, she knew that everyone needed their pain. It shaped them into who they were, and they needed to deal with their demons before they could move on again.
However, there were some people who should move on. Build a bridge, and then just get over it. Because she was honestly getting sick of hearing all of their bitching and moaning. Hell, who wasn't getting sick of that? It was frustrating, trying to deal with your own pain, without having to hear about their's all the time.
Maybe she was asking for too much. All she wanted was a few minutes to herself, where she could come to terms with what was happening in her life. Learn to heal. But certain people in the school couldn't stop thinking loudly. Apparently it was too much to ask for peace and quiet. A moment without whining.
So maybe they were entitled to whinge, but why do it all the time? Not everyone did, and Rebekah could feel their wounds ran deep, she could see the deeply etched pain in their faces, and in her own condition, she couldn't distance herself from the loss. Rebekah and pain were becoming the same thing, and it was killing her.
As her fingers danced across the guitar strings, a mournful tune was heard through the trees.
"Inside my skin there is this space
It twists and turns
It bleeds and aches
Inside my heart there's an empty room
It's waiting for lightning
It's waiting for you
And I am wanting
And I am needing you here
Inside the absence of fear
Muscle and sinew
Velvet and stone
This vessel is haunted
It creaks and moans
My bones call to you
In their separate skin
I make myself translucent
To let you in for
I am wanting
And I am needing you here
Inside the absence of fear
There is this hunger
This restlessness inside of me
And it knows you're no stranger
You're my gravity
My hands will adore you through all the darkness aim
They will lay you out in moonlight
And reinvent your name
For I am wanting
And I am needing you here
I need you hear
Inside the absence of fear*"
Rebekah put the guitar down, then drew her knees up to her chest, as she wept silently.