Michael Glass (towngoldenboy) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2015-05-30 21:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, michael glass |
Who: Michael Glass narrative
When: Slightly backdated to late Friday night/early Saturday morning.
Where: His house
What: MIchael has his first dream
Rating/Warnings: Low/Remembering character death in his source material
Status: Complete when posted
All he could do was stand there, watching the house burn and helping the police hold Shane back. The knowledge that Alyssa was still in there hurt, it felt like somebody had punched him in the gut but...there was nothing anyone could do for her and Michael didn’t want to lose his best friend too. He looked up and saw Monica standing just outside the barricade, staring at the house too looking as horrified as he felt and a part of him felt sure that this was her handiwork but they’d never be able to prove it...
He sat upright in bed, breathing hard, not even realizing that there were tears rolling down his cheeks for a minute and then he wiped them away. He knew it was just a dream but it had felt so real and he knew that he wouldn’t get anymore sleep that night. Not for a while at least, not until after he’d checked on Alyssa and set his waking mind at ease. He slipped out of bed carefully, trying to be quiet so that he didn’t wake anyone up as he made his way downstairs to Alyssa’s room.
He opened the door a crack, looking inside to see his best friend’s little sister, hell she was practically his little sister, asleep in her bed with the dog next to her. The dog raised his head up and made a soft whining sound at Michael and started to jump off the bed. “Shh. No stay.” He whispered, watching her sleep peacefully for another minute before closing the door and heading downstairs.
Seeing her safe and sound hadn’t put him at ease like he’d hoped it would and he knew if he went back to his room he’d just be tossing and turning and not getting any rest. He figured he might as well try and make the most of his situation, see if he couldn’t get some work done while he was awake and the house was quiet. The record company was talking about finishing up his album so they could release it this summer, encouraged by how well the single had performed when they’d released it. He still had a long way to go before he got to where he wanted to be with his musical career but he was getting there, slowly but surely he was getting there.
Michael made his way over to his guitar and sat down in one of the comfortable chairs as he started strumming quietly, playing chords at random as he stared out the window at the ocean. His mind kept going back to that dream, to those flames and the sickening knowledge of Alyssa still in the house that had haunted him even after he woke up. He closed his eyes and started picking out the chords for Sam’s song, hoping that playing an actual song would help. And maybe lyrics for this would start coming together for him.
It took a little while but Michael finally felt himself get lost in the music, pulled into the notes he was playing as the dream faded into the back of his mind. At least for the time being.