Reincarnation, chapter 1
In the dictionary reincarnation means the rebirth of the soul in another body, or lifeform. Lots of people say this is a load of shit. But, hey, what do they know? Reincarnation often happens when something in the past goes tragicly wrong, and, well, it might just affect our present, and our future.
Well, you ask, "What the fuck are you talking about?" It all started a few years back, when I was a stupid colledge kid, making a bet with a few friends, about a certain dead guitar player, and his family.
"Hey, did you hear about that dead Billie Joe Armstrong guy? I heard he and his family were shot in the head by some girl." My friend Josh, said. I raised an eyebrow. "Josh, that happened years ago." I said. Josh just sighed and went back to studying.
"Well, I heard that the place they were shot at was haunted." He said. Then Zoe walked through the door. Zoe was my best friend, who had the hots for my other friend, Josh. Zoe and Josh gazed at each other longingly, my god, they were so hopelessly in love. Zoe grabbed a book and left.
"Yeah, and your point is?" I asked. He studied my face for a minute. "I dare you to stay the night there." He said, laughing. "Hell no, well, maybe. What's in it for me?" I asked. He thought for moment. "I'll go out with Zoe." He finally stated. "You already want to go out with her." I laughed. His face turned red. "Come on, I bet you won't last a minute in there without pissing yourself." He teased. I pouted. "Fine then, asshole, it's on." I said, pissed off.
"I can't belive I'm doing this." I said, wrapping myself in my jacket. Josh laughed. We had reached the main hall, where you first enter the concerts.
"Okay, Adrienne, you've made it this far, so let's go." Josh said. "No." I stated firmly. I was scared, but I was also sick of the way everyone teases me. "I will still ask Zoe out, come on." He said, grabbing my wrist. I shook him off. "No!" I said. He just sighed.
"Fine then, bye. This place gives me the creeps." He said, and left.
I walked around, looking at the decaying walls, and the weeds growing from the floor. Man, this place is old. I thought. I felt as someone was watching me.
"Hey, Josh, cut it out!" I yelled no answer. I yelled again. "Josh!" I started running, but then, everything went black.
"Adrienne! Where are you?" A mans voice called out to me. "Adie, what happened, did you fall?" The man asked. I didn't know him at first, but then he became familliar.
"Adie, did you hurt yourself? Can you walk? Let me check to see if you hurt something." The man said. He ran his hands up my black flowing skirt. 'Wait a minute, I wasn't wearing this. ' I thought. His rand reached my thigh. "I can walk, Billie." I said. I was surprised to hear myself say his name. He smiled.
"Good, Adie, wish me luck?" He said, wrapping his arms around me, and brushing his lips against mine. I remebered everything then.
"Yes hun." I replied, pulling him into a deeper kiss. He slipped a guitar pick necklace around my neck. "Thanks babe." He said, and ran out on to the stage. Gunshots were heard. My mind went black, the last thing I heard was Billie calling my name.
My head shot up. I looked above me and saw a hole through the stage, and I guessed a fell through. I had landed on something soft. I could have died. I thought about that dream, deciding that it was just a dream. I placed my hand to my neck. I felt something. The guitar pick.
Well, you ask, "What the fuck are you talking about?" It all started a few years back, when I was a stupid colledge kid, making a bet with a few friends, about a certain dead guitar player, and his family.
"Hey, did you hear about that dead Billie Joe Armstrong guy? I heard he and his family were shot in the head by some girl." My friend Josh, said. I raised an eyebrow. "Josh, that happened years ago." I said. Josh just sighed and went back to studying.
"Well, I heard that the place they were shot at was haunted." He said. Then Zoe walked through the door. Zoe was my best friend, who had the hots for my other friend, Josh. Zoe and Josh gazed at each other longingly, my god, they were so hopelessly in love. Zoe grabbed a book and left.
"Yeah, and your point is?" I asked. He studied my face for a minute. "I dare you to stay the night there." He said, laughing. "Hell no, well, maybe. What's in it for me?" I asked. He thought for moment. "I'll go out with Zoe." He finally stated. "You already want to go out with her." I laughed. His face turned red. "Come on, I bet you won't last a minute in there without pissing yourself." He teased. I pouted. "Fine then, asshole, it's on." I said, pissed off.
"I can't belive I'm doing this." I said, wrapping myself in my jacket. Josh laughed. We had reached the main hall, where you first enter the concerts.
"Okay, Adrienne, you've made it this far, so let's go." Josh said. "No." I stated firmly. I was scared, but I was also sick of the way everyone teases me. "I will still ask Zoe out, come on." He said, grabbing my wrist. I shook him off. "No!" I said. He just sighed.
"Fine then, bye. This place gives me the creeps." He said, and left.
I walked around, looking at the decaying walls, and the weeds growing from the floor. Man, this place is old. I thought. I felt as someone was watching me.
"Hey, Josh, cut it out!" I yelled no answer. I yelled again. "Josh!" I started running, but then, everything went black.
"Adrienne! Where are you?" A mans voice called out to me. "Adie, what happened, did you fall?" The man asked. I didn't know him at first, but then he became familliar.
"Adie, did you hurt yourself? Can you walk? Let me check to see if you hurt something." The man said. He ran his hands up my black flowing skirt. 'Wait a minute, I wasn't wearing this. ' I thought. His rand reached my thigh. "I can walk, Billie." I said. I was surprised to hear myself say his name. He smiled.
"Good, Adie, wish me luck?" He said, wrapping his arms around me, and brushing his lips against mine. I remebered everything then.
"Yes hun." I replied, pulling him into a deeper kiss. He slipped a guitar pick necklace around my neck. "Thanks babe." He said, and ran out on to the stage. Gunshots were heard. My mind went black, the last thing I heard was Billie calling my name.
My head shot up. I looked above me and saw a hole through the stage, and I guessed a fell through. I had landed on something soft. I could have died. I thought about that dream, deciding that it was just a dream. I placed my hand to my neck. I felt something. The guitar pick.
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