Bring Me To Life

KerryPov

This time, I'm waiting here for you...you've got nowhere to hide.

You're gonna need a body bag, I'll break bones you didn't know you had, when I'm...

“Kerry?” my dad, Paul said, entering my room.

“What.” I said in a monotone, no question mark or anything but just a word.

“We have new neighbors and they're coming for supper.” He explained

“Hmm.”

“Please at least say hi.”

“Hmm.” Correctly deducing that I wasn’t discussing this further he left my room. He hates coming into my room. It’s painted black and I have four Evanescence posters, three Fall Out Boy posters, seven Fly Leaf posters, twelve Hawthorne Heights posters a few Hit the Lights posters, and a poster with the Lyrics of Ohio is For Lovers. Every time anyone reads those, they’re from the chorus, their eyes widen. It makes me smirk every time.

...Cold and blue tonight, face down in a parking lot.

“Kerry, they’re here!”

I walked downstairs, now listening to ‘My Immortal’ by Evanescence.

I sat down at the table and slouched in my seat, re-lacing the strings on my left fishnet glove. I looked across from me at the three new guys.

“You’re a teenage girl.” One of them said.

“No shit, Sherlock. Just figure that one out?” I rolled my eyes. There's an H and in I in the sentence.

“Kerry,” my father said, in chastisement but with resignation as well. Yeah, he's given up on me.

“But you’re not freaking out.” the same one said.

“Should I be?” I asked sarcastically.

“Well, we are the most popular guys with the best taste in music.” He said, smugly

“Do you like Evanescence?” I asked.

“No, but...”

“Hawthorne Heights?”

“Well, no.” .

“Fly Leaf?” I began to smirk

“We don’t but….” He said looking uncomfortable

“Fall Out Boy?”

“No.” He sounded angry and embarrassed.

“Family Force Five?” I prodded

“No.”

“Linkin Park?” I asked, as if I were talking to a three year old

“Umm…” He was running out of ways to say 'no'.

“Cobra Starship?” I continued

“Well, no, but…” his voice was getting weak.

"No? How about Hit the Lights?"

"Just umm...see..." He seemed uncomfortable. But his brother was smirking.

“I rest my case. If you like none of those bands I don’t really care.”

The one who was smirking spoke up, “I love those bands. Hawthorne Heights is amazing, though.”

“Oh, yeah? Name eight songs.”

“Disaster, Saying Sorry, Corps of Corpses, Niki FM, Where Do I Stab Myself in the Ears, We Are So Last Year, Screenwriting An Apology and my personal favorite, Ohio is For Lovers.”

“Well then, move over here. It’s playing.”

“Kerry, must you listen to your I-Pod at supper, and be encouraging Kyle to do the same?”

“Kyle, huh? You like all the bands I mentioned?”

“I have like three posters of all of them.” he exclaimed.

“I can do you one better. Come see my room.” I was only talking to Kyle but the other boys apparently decided to come with, though why I can't imagine.

Bridget flirted with Damien the entire time.

Kpov

“Come see my room.” She’d lost that note that put her on the offensive from her tone; it had some excitement to it, almost like she’d never met anyone who liked Hawthorne Heights before. (I’ve met three in my lifetime so…all seventeen years of it...)

Her room is officially awesome. She has a poster with the chorus of Ohio is For Lovers. I asked if I could turn her stereo volume up; she'd left it running. "If you break it, I'll kill you." I shuddered. She probably could.

The system is seriously awesome. And once again, she has good music on. “Speakers Blown" By Hit the Lights blasted through the room. By which I mean her floor vibrated. “Wow.” I said, amazed. Jason and Damien also said wow but in a more, ‘oh lord’ way than in a ‘sweet’ way. Mine was an admiring wow. “Your room is awesome.” I said after my brothers left.

“At least someone thinks so.”

“How do people not think it’s awesome? You have posters of the best bands. Well…you don’t have my single most favorite band on your wall but…” If she had a few posters of Cobra Starship, it would be perfect. I mean, I know she loves them, she mentioned them earlier.

“No one appreciates good taste in music anymore.”

“You know, they don’t.”

“Kerry!” A voice, her dad I think, shouted.

“The spirits call.” She said rolling her eyes.

“Kyle!” My mom shouted.

“They call me, too.” I said, rolling my eyes. “Shall we?”

“Do we have a choice?” She asked; I think she was serious. I think.

“Not really.”

“Then, yes, we shall.”

Later...

“Dang, Kyle.” Jason said as we drove home. “I thought your room was creepy and emo-y.”

“Dude, her room is awesome. Weren’t you listening to the sound system dude? And she had the best bands hanging up…”

“Wow, are you in love with her room, or something?” Jason said, mock serious.

“Maybe he’s actually in love with her.” Damien countered jokingly.

“What? In love? We met two hours ago, idiots. I have a feeling we’re going to be really great friends, but I’m not in love with her. Yet.” I added very quietly, under my breath.

“What was that?” Damien asked pointedly.

“I said, ‘Man’.

“If you say so.” Jason said.

KerryPov

Okay, Kyle is awesome. He likes my music, he liked my room, he’s not freaked out by the way I am. Something about him makes me feel real, like I exist.

“Hi, freak,” my sister’s friend said. Bridget cares about me, don’t get me wrong, but she cares about her friends too much, in my opinion. Me, I have to value mine, because I have Kristina, and hopefully Kyle and his brothers, whichever their names were and no one else.

“Hey, Kerry.” I turned around to see the face to the voice.

Kpov

“Hi, Kyle.” She replied, the monotone (He knows a lot of big words. He’s smart, he’s just got a tendency to be oblivious and to misunderstand. Yay!) in her voice again.

“So, do you have the new Hawthorne Heights album?”

“Which, Fragile Future?” (I know it’s been out for a while, but it’s their most recent one, at least as far as I know, if it’s not, TELL ME SO I CAN GO BUY IT! Did that new Hit the Lights CD just come out?)

“Yeah, that's the one.”

“Bought it at midnight, night it came out, two nights ago. It's different from when they had Casey but...” She gained a bit of excitement in her voice, but not as much as I saw at her house.

“Me, too.” The girl next to Kerry said, also with a monotone, but much worse than Kerry’s. I observed what Kerry was wearing. She had on black cargo pants with suspenders hanging behind her, a Cobra Starship concert T-Shirt and black, knee high converse over the pants. She also had the eyeliner goth-emo thingy going on, same as she had the other day.

It's a good look for her...

Speaking of Casey, is it ironic that he, the screamer, died of an asthma attack? Also happened a long time ago...

Who knows what song she's listening to in the beginning? Anybody? Anybody at all?