Chapter 2: Forks
(1994-Forks,Washington)
It was a rainy night in Forks, like most nights in January. The wind was howling, and thunder was striking; the streets were desolate, and no cars were moving.
Forks was like a ghost town.
Yet on the outskirts of this small town, deep in the woods, stood a lone Victorian-styled house that truly seemed like a ghost house, but it was far from it.
Inside the house, the atmosphere was starkly different from the stormy chaos outside. The flickering light of an old-fashioned chandelier illuminated a spacious, dimly lit room. The air was filled with the hum of machinery and the occasional whir of computer fans.
In the room was a man walking here and there, tinkering away with the machines and the different chemicals. A sound of a machine rang through the room, alerting the man. Quickly reaching and opening the machine, a vial of yellow liquid was revealed.
Observing the liquid carefully, the man walked to a door at the end of the room. Opening the door, what greeted him was the sight of cages on the wall full of bats, but not just any bats; these were vampire bats, the most dangerous bat species in the world. Alone, they can't do much, but together they could kill any man without effort.
But rather than stop and admire the nocturnal creatures, the man walked a bit further into the room, coming to a stop in front of a cage that had a small white mouse. Looking at the mouse for a second, the man opened the cage and injected the mouse, waiting for any reaction.
And a reaction he got; the mouse started squeaking and making noise, which made the lone scientist get an excited glint in his eyes. But it was short-lived because all he saw was the mouse stop moving and take its last breath.
"No... please... NO."
The man, who up to this point had been silent, angrily shouted and kicked an empty cage on the floor before he himself crumbled.
Squeak -
A cage railing sound got him out of his miserable state, and he went to look at the cage again, only to see the mouse moving fine.
The realization was instant for the man; he had done it.
He had done something people thought was crazy and impossible.
The man didn't wait around; he ran back to the catalyst machine and took one of the two vials left. He inserted it into a syringe before attaching a needle onto the string. Setting it down on a table, he ran upstairs before stopping in front of a room. Opening the room, he was greeted by what looked like an ICU room/a kid's room.
On the bed hooked up to machines was a pale and frail boy who looked small. The man walked toward the boy and caressed his face before he slowly started to unhook the machines.
While the man was doing this, the boy woke up to see he was being moved.
"Da...d," the boy said with a ghastly voice.
"It's going to be alright, son."
"It's going to be... alright," said the man, who was now carrying his son in his arms.
Getting down to what we now know is a lab, the father set his boy down on what looked like a surgery table. He took the syringe before stopping and looking at the syringe.
It was a moment, but his eyes hardened, and he walked back to where his son was laying.
"Please work," he whispered under his breath.
Getting his young son to sit up, he lifted the shirt he was wearing and started to count his backbones before he stopped in the middle of his back.
"Please," he said one last time, before he injected the yellow liquid.
After the injection, silence rained.
The man waited, but when nothing happened he backed a way in shock before collapsing on the floor and nocking down a table that had class containers.
"W.w..what have I done" he said holding his head while shaking in horror.
But before he could dwell on his crisis he heard a horrible crashing noise.
"w..what"
he quickly got up only to see the table his son was on empty and deformed, almost like it had been folded in half.
Taking a step towards the table, he felt something run past him.
Looking at the direction he felt the breeze from, he saw his son crouched in the corner.
"Nathaniel" he said, trying to get his sons attention.
walking towards him he, heard a growling noice coming from his son. Hesitating a bit, he reached an arm towards his son trying to get his attention.
"Nate" Just when he grabbed his sons shoulder, he turned around, and what he saw....
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Suddenly, Nate's eyes shot open to the blaring sound of a police siren.
Disoriented, he relied he had been dreaming and that he had fallen asleep in his car. Raindrops drummed on the car roof, and the red and blue flashes from the police car illuminated the dark interior.
Nate groggily sat up, rubbing his eyes, as a police officer knocked on the driver side window. Rolling the window down, the police officer looked at Nate with a stern face before questioning him.
"You know you can't park here right?"
Nate who was still groggy from the sleep looked at where the police officer was pointing at, only to see a "No parking" sign, which was half covered by moss.
"I'm sorry officer I didn't see the sign there" said Nate, kind of surprised that the sign was there.
The officer gave Nate a hard look before saying " Alright, move along son" Shaking off the remnants of the dream, Nate started his car and drove away, forgetting the weird dream he just had.
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Nate drove through the soaked road that would lead him to his hometown Forks, It's been a long time since he has been there
The last time he was there, it was Christmas, and he was 12 years old. He had gone there only because his mother was too busy doing drugs to spend Christmas with him. So, his uncle had flown him to Forks to spend Christmas with his family.
He stopped his train of though when he noticed the gas gauge flirting dangerously close to "Empty." Realizing he needed to refuel, he pulled into a dimly lit gas station that seemed to emerge from the shadows.
"Thank god". he whispered, a bit surprise that he would find a gas station just when he needed one.
The rain had lessened to a drizzle as Nate stepped out of his car, the wet asphalt reflecting the station's flickering fluorescent lights. The air was a bit foggy and the blue cloud covered sky coupled with quietness made the gas station eerie. The only sounds that were present being the distant hum of the gas station's lights and the rhythmic patter of raindrops.
As Nate stood at the pump, a woman across the station caught his eye. She waved at him, and Nate, thinking of his situation, absentmindedly waved back, not knowing her boyfriend was standing at the opposite pump.
The woman's boyfriend and a man likely his friend approach Nate with hostile smiles. The boyfriend, a burly figure with a shaved head, spoke in a confrontational tone, "What's your problem, man? You waving at my girl?"
Nate, caught off guard, tried to defuse the situation, "No, I didn't mean anything by it. Just a friendly wave, that's all." Not at all bother by the two guys trying to intimidate him.
He's dealt with a lot of bullies in his younger years and more than one douchebag, so these thing didn't really bother him.
The friend chimed in, "Friendly wave? I don't know man, if you ask me I think he was hitting on your girl"
Nate getting increasingly more annoyed , racked the gas pump and went for his car door, but before he could reach it, the boyfriend stood before him. "where do you think your going" He said getting into Nate's personal space, giving him a push.
Nate becoming angrier every second couldn't help but slap the arm that was pushing him away " Okay I don't know what your problem is, but I don't have time for this. So could you do me a favour and piss off" He said feeling something tugging in his head, he doesn't know why but he was getting really angry, when he's usually calm even in the most annoying situations.
But suddenly, it was as if all the confidence the two guys had was drained when they saw Nate's face. "What the hell is that?" exclaimed the other guy before he ran back to the car, and the boyfriend did the same, making sure to take his girlfriend with him.
Confused, Nate went to open his car, but the reflection of his face in the car looked monstrous for a second before he blinked, and it was gone.
He touched his face while looking at his reflection "weird"
It seems a lot of that is going on for Nathaniel flame swan today.
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Nate continuing his journey to forks, driving once again with a full gas meter and this time a bit of music to take his mind off of the things that have happened so far.
- All I ever wanted was to be an MC
Tediously I wrote obediently, believing in me
EPMD must've had teachin' degrees
Learn to defeat enemies with the ink, thinkin' of these rhymes
Would be as easy as eatin' graffiti
Would be like remedial readin' to me (yeah) -
Rapping along one of his favourite rappers usually did the trick of calming him down, and it seemed to also take his mind off of the time considering he just passed the a sign that said "Welcome to forks".
Nate drove past the sign, the tires humming a subtle melody on the wet pavement. Raindrops danced on the windshield, distorting the view of the dense woods that lined the road. Forks, with its mysterious charm, welcoming him once again.
Following the familiar route, he navigate through the town a little before he drove down the street his uncles house was located in.
As he approached the quiet White House he couldn't stop his mind from remembering the Christmas he spent with his uncle, he had good memories of it, it was the last Christmas he had celebrated, but it was also one of the best.
Nate parked his car on the driveway, the rain continuing its gentle descent. With a deep breath, he stepped out into the cool evening, taking the one bag he had with him from the trunk.
He walked towards the house and climbed the steppes to the door, but before he could knock the door it was opened by a man in his early forties, with black hair that had a touch of silver lines and the thickest moustache he had ever scene.
There was a moment of silence, before the man gave Nate, who was a couple of inches taller than him a hug.
"It's good to see you Nate" He said, in an almost sorrow filled tone
"Yeah..uncle Charlie" Said Nate, not at all expecting this from his uncle, but never the less embracing it.
They stayed like that for a moment longer before Charlie patted him in the back and let him go. looking at him for a moment Charlie reached out to grab Nathaniel's bag which he let.
"Come on in" he said walking inside and Nate following him.
Looking around the quiet house, Nate noticed that it was more different than the last time he was here, for one it seemed smaller than the big and warm house he remembered from his childhood.
"What is it" asked Charlie seeing Nate looking around in though.
Shaking his head Nate said" Juts seems smaller than I remember" which made Charlie chuckle a little.
"Yes well, you were bearly taller than Bella who is 4 years younger than you" Wich made Nate give him a look that said "I dare you".
"But speaking of Bella, is she here" he asked, walking behind Charlie who was going up the stairs to the second floor, most likely Guiding him to his room.
The question seemed to dim charlies good mood a bit, he seemed to hesitate a bit before he decided on his words.
"She..aa..when out with some friends today" he said a bit quietly, Nate seeing something there didn't want to dig more so he just followed Charlie to a room at the end or the hallway of the second floor.
"I didn't have much time to work on the room but I hope it's good enough" Charlie said humbly.
Walking into the room, Nate saw a large bed with black and white sheets, a small black book sofa next to the window and a black closet. It seemed like his kind of room, simple and dim, just the way he liked it.
"No" he said looking at his uncle.
"It's perfect, and thanks for letting me crash here for a little" he said turning to his uncle fully.
"I just got to work some stuff out and then I'll be out of your hair" Charlie seemed taken aback by Nates reluctancy to stay.
"NO!....I mean no, you can stay here as long as you want, it's no problem" Nate who was taken aback by Charlie raising his voice only nodded a yes, before Charlie said "Good" and walked towards the door, but before he left the room he turned around which made Nate look at him.
"O and..ahh if you still do that music thing, you could clear out the storage room in the back yard, I'm sure it has a lot of space, but years of throwing in stuff has made it a bit cramped up. So.. yeah" he said punching his hand lightly while walking out of the room.
Nate looking at where his uncle stood only a moment ago couldn't help but laugh a little and shake his head. It was always the same with his uncle, he made him feel like he mattered as long as he could remember.
"Well, I guess home sweet home" Said Nate before taking off his hoodie and cap and getting on the bed and slowly dozing off from the rain sound.
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Chapter 3: The Search
Nate hadn't anticipated that his first night would begin with the abrupt jolt of waking up to a scream. As he stirred from his slumber, a tad disoriented, his gaze darted around the room, trying to pinpoint the source of the scream.
The realization hit him – a woman's voice echoing from the next room. Without delay, Nate deduced that it must be Bella.
Getting up from the bed, Nate wen't out of the room to investigate. walking towards the oppened room next to his, he saw his uncle comforting his cousin who he hasn't seen for a very long time.
"Isabella" He said, opening the room slightly so both of the occupants could see him.
"Aaa..Nate, you woke up" His uncle said in an apologetic tone.
"Um..yeah..I..aa heard a scream" he said, looking at Bella with an understanding look.
Bella who seemed to get out of her shocked state made her way out of the bed towards her cousin, giving him a hug.
"Nate" she said softly, sniffing a little.
Nate a bit taken aback from the familiarity kept huging Bella, while looking at his uncle who had a small smile but a tired look.
"You okay" he said backing away from the hug.
Bella who had tears on her cheek wiped them off and nodded.
There was silence after that. It wasn't an awkward silence but considering they hadn't seen each other since they were children and that it was the middle of the night, made it an odd time to make small talk.
And of course Charlie realised this as well.
"why don't you get some sleep Bella" he said walking next to them and taking Bella from the shoulder and guiding her to the bed.
"You too Nate, you'll have time to talk in the morning" Nate who was still pretty tired nodded and went to walk out of the door but before he did he heard a soft "Good night" from Bella.
Getting to his room, he laid down on his bed looking at the sealing for a bit. He was familiar with what just happened with Bella, he used to get nightmares like that after his father passed away when he was 11. So he could sympathise with her, and the way Charlie acted when he mentioned Bella earlier suggested that maybe she's been going through something.
'I know a little something about that' Nate thought, shutting his eyes trying to get some sleep. But something was weird, just a moment ago he felt completely tired but now for some reason he felt rejuvenated.
Tossing and turning in the bed for a while didn't seem to help his predicament.
He didn't feel sleepy. Not at all.
"Ugh, what's wrong" He said, sitting up on the bed.
Nate felt the need to take a breath of fresh air in the quiet of the night. Slipping outside, he found himself standing on the porch, the cool breeze calming him a bit, a refreshing change from the enclosed atmosphere inside the house.
As he stood there, his eyes seemed to not need any time to adjust to the darkness.
Nate noticed a solitary bat flitting through the night sky. Intrigued, he watched as another joined, and soon after, a whole flock emerged from the shadows. The winged creatures danced in erratic patterns, their silhouettes barely visible against the moonlit sky. But to him it was clear as day.
The sight, initially fascinating, began to unnerve Nate as more and more bats joined the nocturnal display. Their fluttering forms created an eerie spectacle, and a chill ran down Nate's spine. The quiet of the night was now filled with the unsettling symphony of bat wings.
But what unsettled him was not the bats, or how many of them there were. It was how looking at the bats made him feel. It was familiar, almost like when you meet your friends after a very long time or how a family member welcomes you even though you haven't seen them for years, just like Charlie.
It felt like home..and..it scared him.
Nate hurriedly retreated back into the house, the door closing behind him with a soft click.
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POV(Charlie swan)
Waking up to the alarm clock after another rough night is not something to look forward to.
I got out of bed and went strait to the bathroom on the first floor, taking a small shower and brushing my teeth, I thought of how the house that was empty just a year ago had become more lively now that Nate has also joined.
'Nate' I thought.
The boy has endured a challenging life. Initially, my brother was taken away from him, and now, he has lost his mother as well. I understand she grappled with personal issues, which was a primary reason Michael left her, taking Nate with him. Unfortunately, after Michael's passing, Nate had no choice but to live with his mother, who, by all accounts, proved to be an inadequate guardian.
She could barely take care of herself.
'And to prove everyone right, she OD:ed a couple of months ago' he thought, finishing up his morning routine and going to the kitchen to see Nate himself cooking pancakes.
"I didn't know you could cook" I said, getting Nates attention.
He seemed to be a little out of it, almost like he didn't get any sleep at all.
"Yeah..I had to learn..to cook for myself" He said making the atmosphere quiet.
Taking a seat on the diner table, Nate presented a plate full of pancakes.
Observing Nates skin tone that was pale, I couldn't stop myself from asking.
"You looking a bit pale, did you get any sleep" He seemed to react a bit to the question but only a little.
"I did, just not feeling too well" he said touching his face a little in thought.
"Anyway...you said something about a place I could clear out..for my.." He said, changing the topic.
"Music? Yeah, if you still do that, then you could use the shed in the backyard, it has fair amount of space" I said
"But fair warning, there's a lot of junk in there, you're going to have to clear it and clean it for it to become useful, but if your up for it than, go on right ahead" I said, seeing that he was ready to leave the stove and get it done right away.
"Thanks uncle Charlie" he said happy but getting distracted by his thought's again.
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POV(Nate)
First that dream, then the reflection and no sleeping in the night, and those freaking bats last night. What the hell is happening to me.
Flipping the last pancake, I stared at it for a good minute while trying to clear my head. All of these things happening at the same time can't be a coincident.
When I think about all of the things that have happened to me, it's almost like the time you forget what you're about to say, you know you forgot it, but you don't know what you forgot.
'ugh or something like that' I thought shaking my head.
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While Nate was still thinking about the weird things that have started happening to him, he heard the soft footsteps of Bella descending the stairs. Their eyes met, and a genuine smile came on Nate's face.
"Morning, Nate," Bella said with a happy expression.
"Morning, Bella," Nate replied, with a small smile.
Finishing the last pancake, Nate turned to Bella who was just standing by the kitchen door. He indicated her to sit on the table where Charlie was busy reading a news paper.
"So you got any plans today" Bella asked while taking a seat.
"Umm, not particularly. I'm just going to try and clear out the back shed" he said indicating with his hand.
"Cool..cool" said Bella, an awkward silence descending.
"So you doing anything, if not maybe you can..you know, help me at the back and maybe we can catch up" Nate said, thinking they could maybe spend some time together.
Even with years between their last meetings, Nate always saw Bella as more than just a cousin – she was like a sibling. No matter how much time passed, he kept up with the tradition of calling her on birthdays to wish her a happy one and reaching out during Christmas.
"Umm, I'm sorry but I have plans with a friend today" Bella said apologetically.
This seemed to get Charlie's attention's because he put the newspaper he was reading down while looking at Bella like she had grown a second head.
"it's no problem, we can catch up later" Nate said, washing his hands.
"Who" Charlie said, coming out of his suprise.
Bella looked at Charlie for a second before answering him" Jacob"
"O..that's good" he said finally finishing he's food.
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After breakfast, with Charlie off to work and Bella having left, Nate thought it a good idea to start working on the shed.
Walking towards the shed, the first thing Nate noticed was how abnormally big it was for a shed.
'this could be considered a second building' he thought.
Nate opened the creaky door to the back shed, and a musty smell greeted him. As he stepped inside, his eyes widened at the sight of a jumbled mess of old furniture, forgotten tools, and all kinds of items collected over the years. The dust danced in the dim light, revealing the neglect the shed had endured.
Surveying the cluttered space, Nate couldn't help but feel a mix of awe and a sense of overwhelming dread. It seemed like a treasure trove of memories, but the sheer amount of junk accumulated over time made him realize the enormity of the task ahead.
A deep sigh escaped his lips as he said " well then. let's just get this over with"
Surprisingly, Nate found himself working with an unexpected energy. The hours passed swiftly as he sorted, organized, and cleaned the shed, and to his surprise, he didn't feel any fatigue during the process.
While he was sorting through some old boxes his eyes caught a lone wooden box behind a metal plate. getting the metal plate out of the way, he recognised the initials that were on the top of the box.
M.M.S
"Michael Morbius Swan" he said aloud.
Caressing the letters on the box, he tried seeing if it would open, but there was a lock on it. deciding to look at the box later, he took it to his room and continued his endeavour of clearing the shed, and before he knew it he had finished clearing the damn thing.
Looking at the cleared shed Nate looked around for any electric outlets and he spotted 3 of them.
'I guess that could work'
Going to his car, Nate opened the storage trailer he had towed with him only to see all the necessary tools he needs for a temporary make shift studio.
After taking them to the shed, he whent on to set it all up. While he was plugging in the keyboard he didn't see his leg hitting the stand where the Digital Audio Workstation was on and it got nocked down and broke.
"shit" getting to his feet, Nate assesed the damage before sighing.
"I won't be able to record today if this thing is broken" he said out loud while looking at the Broken DAW.
"I guess I'm just going to have to get it fixed" he thought, before going inside the house and searching for any nearby music stores on his laptop, and thankfully there was one 10 minutes away by car.
Going down to get the DAW, Nate put it in the back seat before driving off toward the music store.
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Going into the store, jingle bells rang before the sound of light guitar hit his ears.
The first thing he noticed was how empty the store was, there were no workers or costumers to be seen.
The walls were riddled with all kinds of acoustic instruments, and on the floor were wiring for the electric instrument that where being displayed on small stage like platforms.
Walking deeper into the store, Nate realised the guitar that was playing wasn't coming from the microphones, but someone was playing it, and that someone was a young girl behind the counter, who had light tanned skin and a beautiful wavy hair, and even though she wasn't the most attractive girl, she had a distinctive charm.
"Excuse me" Nate said, getting her attention.
The girl stopped playing the guitar to see Nate holding the Broken DAW.
"Welcome" she said, putting the guitar to the side and standing up to lean on the counter.
Something Nate realised was while she was playing the guitar her face seemed calm and almost serene, but now it looked like she had a small frown on her face which made her look a bit hostile.
"How can I help" she continued
"Umm, yeah sorry, How long will it take to get this fixed" Nate said, extending the broken DAW.
The girl behind the counter took the machine before she gave it a once over, while she was looking and prodding the machine Nate realised how she kept giving him glances.
"What" he said finally asking why she kept looking at him .
"You're new around here" she said, in a factual manner.
"How would you know that" Nate asked in a sceptical voice.
The girl sighed before she stopped pocking and prying the machine.
"Because believe it or not, in small towns like forks people know each other, and I haven't seen you around before" she said in an exasperated tone.
Nate made an ow face before nodding.
"Nate swan" He introduced himself, and the girl made an odd face before introducing herself.
"Leah clearwater" she said and Nate extended a hand for a shake, which she obliged.
"So how long is it going to take to be fixed" Nate said pointing at the DAW.
"I can't say"she replied, her eyes narrowing as she studied the equipment. "Gonna need some time to diagnose the issue. Might be a quick fix, or we could be in for a bit of a challenge."
Nate nodded, before an idea came to him. "do you have a temporary one I could use, maybe a used DAW that I can keep till mine is fixed" he said.
Leah seemed to think for a second before going into the door that was behind the counter, she was gone for a bit before she came out with a small DAW that looked to only be able to do the basics.
"This is all I could find in there, now usually I wouldn't allow this, but considering you're related to chief swan, I can do you this favour" she said, handing the temporary DAW.
"You know my uncle" Nate said taking the device.
"Yeah, he and my dad are fishing buddies" she said, while raising her brows.
"Cool, so when do I come back?" he asked
The girl who we now know is Leah opened a drawer before taking out a paper.
"Write your information here, I or someone else will call you when it's ready" she said, extending the paper.
Nate taking the paper and filling it out before taking the New/Temporary DAW.
"well, I'll see you around then" he said to Leah.
"Yeah, see you around" she said, and so Nate left the store and went to his car, driving back.
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(quileute reservation, black Residense)
Jacob was having a good day today, because not only was he doing something he enjoyed, but he was also doing it with the person he liked.
Bella had come over with two broken bikes earlier and asked if Jacob could fix them, and Jacob seeing an opportunity to spend more time with Bella agreed, and now they were laughing and joking around just having fun all around.
"you whana listen to some music" Jacob asked Bella who was eating a pizza slice.
"Yeah" she said, and so Jacob wen't to get the radio and changed to the FM channel which had country music playing.
"Hmm, this is the jam" Jacob said making a silly face and bobing his head to the music which made Bella laugh.
"O my god it's awful" Bella said laughing, and Jacob joined in.
"So what kind of music you like then, this obviously isn't your cup of tea" Jacob asked.
Bella who was still smiling from the earlier laugh looked at Jacob before looking away and shaking her head.
"No?" Jacob asked.
"O come on, it can't be that bad" he said getting close to Bella.
"It's not that it's bad, it's just different" she said, looking at Jacob who had a look that said "realy"
"Come on, what is it punk, rock, jazz" He said listing a bunch of genres of music.
Bella seemed to think for a minute before finally deciding to tell Jacob."Promise me you won't tell anyone"
Jacob perked up before saying" I promise"
Bella was silent for a minute before she said something inaudible.
"R.."
Jacob leaned in.
"I didn't get that" he said, and Bella just scoffed before saying it again.
"RA..P"
"Come on I didn't.." before he could repeat himself, Bella screamed her answer.
"RAP, OKAY. I like listening to rap music" she said surprising Jacob for a minute before he chuckled a bit.
"That's actually pretty tame, I thought you were going to say something like heavy metal or something" Jacob continued laughing before the music that was playing stopped and something that sounded like bats chirping came from the radio.
"So what rappers do you like" Jacob asked, ignoring the wind sounds and the bat chirping music that was coming from the radio.
But Bella seemed to focus on the music that was building up, and before Jacob could ask more questions, the music began and it caught both of there attention.
"Hey, Nate, how's life?"
I don't know, it's alright
I've been dealin' with some things not every human being has
really didn't sleep much last night (last night)
"I'm sorry", that's fine
I just think I need a little me time
I just think I need a little free time
Little break from the shows and the bus rides (bus rides), yeah
Bela who recognised the singer couldn't help but be in shock.
"No way, it's can't be" she said getting Jacobs attention.
"Can't be who?" he asked, but also focusing on the music.
Last year I had a breakdown
Thoughts tellin' me I'm lost gettin' too loud
Had to see a therapist, then I found out
Somethin' funny's goin' on up in my house
Yeah, I started thinkin' maybe I should move out
You know, pack my car, take a new route
Clean up my yard, get the noose out
Hang up my heart, let it air out (air out)
Bella only looked at Jacob before saying.
"It's NFS"
Jacob who by this point was giving all his attention to the music only mouthed the name Bella said.
"NFS"
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Charlie parked the police cruiser in the driveway and made his way into the house. As he stepped through the front door, he glanced around, half expecting to see his nephew Nate. Not finding him inside, he furrowed his brows in mild concern.
Curiosity guiding him, Charlie ventured towards the backyard. The sound of music reached his ears, prompting him to investigate further. To his surprise, he found the once cluttered items from the back shed now neatly piled to the side.
Peering through one of the shed's windows, Charlie glimpsed Nate passionately singing or Rapping. The scene caught him off guard, and a proud smile crept onto his face.
His mind went to the time where they asked Bella and Nate what they wanted to be when they grow up.
Bella who was heavily into ballet said she wanted to be a Balett teacher, but Nate said the oddest thing ever, and it rang in Charlies head.
'I whana be a rapper'
Where'd the beat go?
Oh, ain't that somethin'?
Drums came in, you ain't see that comin'
Hands on my head, can't tell me nothin'
Got a taste of the fame, had to pump my stomach
Throw it back up like I don't want it
Wipe my face, clean up my vomit
OCD, tryna push my buttons
I said don't touch it, now y'all done it
I can be critical, never typical
Intricate with every syllable, I'm a criminal
Intimate, but never political, pretty visual
Even if you hate it, I'll make it feel like you're in it, though
You call me what you wanna, but never call me forgettable
Leave you deep in thought, I could never swim in the kiddie pool
Way that I been thinkin' is cinematic, it's beautiful
Man, I don't know if I'm makin' movies or music videos (videos, videos, videos)
it seemed Nate had been busy turning the neglected space into his personal creative haven. Charlie decided to linger for a moment, appreciating the unexpected scene.
"Man, I wish you were here to see this Michael " said Charlie who was smiling from ear to ear.
It's that time again
Better grab your balloons and invite your friends
Seatbelts back on, yeah, strap 'em in
Look at me, everybody, I'm smilin' big
On a road right now that I can't predict
Tell me, "Tone that down, " but I can't resist
Y'all know that sound, better raise your fist
The search begins, I'm back, so enjoy the trip, huh
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Im back so enjoy the trip indeed.
Author here, This chapter took me 5 days to write, not because of the idea but because I was thinking of how to execute it. Now you know which part of the timeline it is and you also know that Nate isn't an ordinary human.
now the question is.
What is he?
What is happening to him?
What is in his fathers box?
Please give me constructive criticism and any ideas would be appreciated.
Also as much as I love to write and Bring you guys stories, it takes a huge amounts of effort on my side, so if you could donate, it would not only motivate me but it would give me a sense of resposabilaty to complete this book so donate whatever you can and I appreciate you all.
PS:Comment some ideas I will take them into consideration.
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