oblivion

Oblivion.

We all suffer from this malicious thing which satisfies in clouding the destiny we all yearn to see.

Some do not mind being oblivious. They know, it is enevitable.

And then, there are some of us who thought and pondered to lure away the thoughts that bothered us most, found that we are terrified of oblivion.

My name is Amelia, and I, am one of those people.

Of those of us who have achieved in using our brain cells during an endless cycle of nothingness, we found to be terrified of it because of one thing.

We were alone.

Yet we were surrounded by people who may or may given a damn about us, or even cared for us.

No, not alone as in one, the half of two.

Alone in our thoughts. It was inevitable. There was so much time and all we could do, was think.

"You think too much." Someone said.

I looked to find a pair of gray blue eyes looking back at me.

"I asked if you wanted to watch a movie or read."

A small chuckle escaped from my mouth.

See what I'm saying? I get so wrapped up in my thoughts, I'm on my lonesome when I think, of course. I failed to notice my best friend, Tristan talking to me.

"What were you thinking about?" He asked.

I shook my head, dismissing his question. "Well, I'm pretty sure you and I have seen every movie that suits to our taste, so read?" I said smiling.

Tristan grinned, walking to the bookcase and picking books off the shelves.

"The Great Gatsby or The Invisible Man?" He asked, holding the well worn novels out.

"Gatsby." I said, reaching out to pick up my laptop.

I winced, quietly hissing as the sudden movement brought a brief burst ofpain that went away as soon as it happened.

"Mel? You okay?" His eyes searched mine.

"Hand fell asleep." I said, shaking it, and launching the program up. I felt bad to worry him.

"Chapter?" He asked, running his fingers through the yellowing pages.

"I'll get it." I said, exchanging the MacBook for the book.

I read aloud the words to him, letting my voice fill with emotion.

"Clocks. Coldplay." He said, snapping his fingers.

The lyrics came back to me. I couldn't help feeling a bit of sorrow as a particular phase came up.

Again, his eyes searched mine.

"Shit, Mel. Sorry I can-" He began.

"Tris. It's okay. It goes well." I reassured him.

He nodded. "Okay." He typed in somethings in.

When Tris and I were bored, which was often, we would watch a movie, or read a book. When we were done, we made our own soundtrack. Tristan remixed them, and uploaded them.


"Done." He said, clacking some keys before showing me the final list.

"Alright Mr. DJ, do your thing." I said.

It was a good ten minutes or so. I was into the first pages of a new book. Tristan was probably checking his page.

"Mel?" He asked.

I looked up from where I was looking out the window.

"Playlist 24. The Breakfast Club. Story of My Life remix." He said, his fingers shaking as he grasped the edges of the laptop. His voice was full of shock and excitement.

"What about it?" I asked.

"It's gone viral." He said.

"So?" I said, shrugging my shoulders. We'd gone viral a couple of times.

"And some one has seen it." He said.

"So have the other viewers." I retorted.

He glared at me but the shock returned.
"T-they saw it."

I groaned. "Tristan just get on with it."

"The producers or whatever. Of One Direction They've seen it. And they like it." Tristan said.

One Direction. Their song managed to fit in iur soundtrack. They were okay. And famous.

"Tris! That's great!" I said, smiling.

"That's not all. They want me too Skype. They want to talk to me. The producers, Amelia. The fricking producers." He said.

A grin spread across my face.
"You know what that calls for?" I asked.

He placed the laptop down, intrigued.

"It's time for celebration donuts!" I said.

Notes

Hi everyone!

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