Finding her music again
Who: Winifred and James When: After classes Wednesday Where: Music room
Fred had been good at staying out of trouble, but it was difficult. She had been tempted to go after the demon asshole, but the more she thought about it the more she had to remind herself that being an asshole was not a reason to take him out. Even if he was a demon, it didn't hold to what she had been taught, and really that was how it seemed to be with them. Maybe she was missing something, but she was surprised that the two of them weren't really showing really any signs of being actually evil. After all that she had been told about demons she sort of expected them to be trying to corrupt and enslave everyone. She didn't like to think ill of her parents, but this may have been one of those times that she would have to admit they were wrong.
She sat with her guitar in the music room strumming a few chords as she contemplated her situation. The whole thing was just not that great. She saw Leon posting about getting through three months which was apparently something big, but when she had gotten through three months she still felt like she was struggling with things. Nothing felt right even still after four months she felt angry at everything. To be honest she kind of wished the demons were acting evil so she could kill them. Logically she knew it wouldn't actually help, but she just wanted something in her life to feel like it did back before she was turned.
Her fingers started moving to a heavier rhythm as she sat her eyes closing.
What am I supposed to be What is it that you made of me? It's not like I had a perfect life But with you it had no strife The perfect moments we never had So don't dare think that I'm not mad
Her voice, usually gentle and sweet while she sang for choir was taking on a more angry role as she held the last note.
Who do you think you are What made you go this far What made you think that I would have liked that What made you think that you weren't enough You were my shining star
As she sang the last line of the chorus her voice softened a bit as her fingers began to tremble. Why the hell was she doing this? She needed to forget her. She needed to forget everything. Why couldn't she just go beat the hell out of some evil demon? That would be so much easier than dealing with emotions.