Chapter 1, Fame hurts
The music was loud, the crowd was screaming, my wings were spread and the lights were gleaming. I sung, the crowd, singing along, screaming my name. “We love you Clarity!” / “Go Clarity!” / “You’re the best!” I feel so… sick of it. I hate being famous, I’m only thirteen. I should be worrying about boys, puberty and popularity… instead I’ve got a problem of leaving my house just to get to school. I get followed by a crowd, then I get crowded at school. It fucking pisses me off! The only thing I can turn to is pain and torture to ease the anger. I finish the song, the people go silent. Then… an uproar of cheers and screams fill the stadium. I plaster on the biggest fake smile you’d ever seen. “Thank you so much everyone, and remember… stay you!”
I got back home and collapsed onto the bed. I gropped around the bed sheets, trying to find something sharp. I gave up, and pulled a blade from my wing. I’m currently the only legal metal dragon, but I’m a unique one. When I was born, I was accidentaly dropped down the stairs. That would have killed me right… wrong! After a few tests were done on me we found out that… I was born an immortal. Which means no matter how much I want to, I can’t die. “Hey Clarity! Your voice lessons start in ten minutes, hurry up and get down here!” I heard my mum shout from downstairs. Well I say mum, I meant… foster mother. My real parents abandoned me when I was five. They said they’d come back for me… but they never did. I was found and raised by an actor, Chase Syndrom. He and his wife thought I deserved a second chance, even if my kind were a mistake. That’s when I became the first legal metal dragon.
I did a few slashes on my stomach and hid the bloodstains with a hoodie. I slid down the stair rail and landed with a bow infront of my mother. She patted my head saying “come on, let’s go”. We drove to my lessons, chatting about… girly shit… and that stuff. Hehe. When we got there, I was still five minutes early, so my mum left and I just stood there, leaning against the wall. I turned on my phone, watching youtube. I’d been obsesed with this youtuber called ‘The gamer’. He cosplays as some strange, creepy character and plays different video games. One that we both enjoy a lot is Majora’s mask, a Legend of Zelda game. I’ve commented on a few of his videos where he plays that game. So far… he seems like a nice guy.
“Clarity… your teacher’s ready for you”, I tucked my phone away, looking up to see Annie, my teachers assistant. She leads me to the room, where my voice teacher waits for me. “Hey Marie, how’s life?” I said, cheerfully for once. “I’m fine, you’re actually happy for once, I’m surprised… please don’t tell me you’re on drugs”. I giggled at her remark, shaking my head. After voice lessons, I walked back home, my hoodie up, and my disguise ring on. My disguise ring allows me to get around looking like a human. Even if I get some insults and glares shot at me, it’s not like they’ll kill me, they’re like drugs to me. I love them and their adictive.
I got back home and ran up to my room, mum and dad were probably out on a date or something. When I got to my room I saw a note on my bed, it said, ‘Honey, we’re gonna be on tour, but it’s for twenty plus so you can’t come this time, sorry. We’ll be back in a week, don’t get into any trouble ok. -Mum’. I pinned the note on my pin board and lay down my bed. Maybe I could invite my (real) friends round, I don’t think mum or dad will mind. I picked up my phone, there was a notification on the screen. It was a message from an unknown number. I opened it and screamed.
There was a photo of mum and dad… covered in blood, lying lifeless on the floor. The message said ‘You’ve met with a terrible fate, haven’t you…’. I threw phone across the room. It slammed on the floor, but not a crack on it. I tried to act normal, I called my friend Symphony, we had a friendly chat and after two hours, she came round and we had fun. But could I fully trust her? “Hey, I got this weird text that really scared me, but… I’m not sure what to do about it” I told her and showed it to her. She brushed it off as a prank, saying “You never know how good people are at editing, trust me, even I get surprised by how good they can be”. I agreed, there’s no way they’re dead.
It’s currently 1am, we’re both still awake, watching horror movies and eating candy. Suddenly, I got a new text message, I looked at the screen and opened the tab. I froze, what the hell… I screamed, there was another picture of my voice instructor and her assistant, both dead. Another text came up saying ‘you shouldn’t have done that…’