by Cleo
Chapter one
// What if you slept
and what if you, in your sleep had a dream....
In that dream you went to heaven and
plucked a strange and beautiful flower.
What if when you awoke
You still had the flower in your hand.....
Ahh....what then....?//
"Darren......Dar.......ren. Please help me......he....lp.....me"
Darren`s eyes wandered behind his eyelids. In his dream he was screaming questions, like so many times before. * Who are you? Where are you..? WHAT are you?*
Asked questions,...never answered. Only the pleading for help. Calling his name over and over. It was a tiny voice, silent, but yet loud.
"I will die without you........you will die.......without me...."
The exact same words every time, every night. And with the last "without me" he always woke up. But somehow........did he just see her? He walked out on the patio. His hands folded behind his head. He looked up at the sky, and in the sea of stars he found her eyes.
His t-shirt where clinging to his body because of his sweat. But he didn`t care.......He felt so warm, and while he stood there watching up at the sky the heat was almost unbearable.
"Who are you.....?" He whispered to himself, and almost got an heartattack by the sound of his voice. He was glad that he was alone, because if anyone had heard him talking to himself at 4 am in the morning he would get commited. And the thought had hit him to, but somehow, this dream was real.
Someone wanted his help. But who?
He and Dan were apart for the time being. Darren had felt that he needed a little space. His seperation with Colby had been a rough ride. So he had moved to NY. Dan were in AU. Officially they were seeking inspiration seperate. Daniel did his best work back home.
Darren on the other hand didn`t want to go home. He wanted a place just as big and cold as his heart were these days. But he ended up liking this city. Sure it was big, unpersonal, lonely, cold, dirty, loud.........but it had this beat to it. Nah....hard to explain.
But his inspiration didn`t start to flow. Strange, because Darren had always been able to force a feeling out. Digging deep down in himself and write it down. Sharing it with the world. But he just couldn`t find the words anymore.
No actually, he had written two songs. Some song he had gotten the inspirationd from a tag-wall, saying something about beauty magazines and low self esteem. And ofcourse, the song for Colby. I don`t know you anymore.......
Daniel was working on them right now. He kept asking Darren for more. An album needs more than two songs, you know?
He started to get scared that he had lost his ability to write. Oh, how he longed for inspiration.
The time slowly went by. And by 8 am he was turning mad. After a little juggling back and forth in his head he decided to call Leonie and ask her for a walk and a visit at Starbucks. She accepted with a scream of joy. Claimed that she was sooo bored, and hadn`t talked to anyone in ages etc etc.
He nicely kept himself from mentioning that she had left his house 9pm last night. Ahh.....Leonie....gotta love her.
They walked their usual route. Sat down and had a few cups of coffee and shared small talk. It was always so easy with Leonie. It felt like he was a ordinary person again. Just another face in the crowd.
A couple of hours later they parted and he headed home. Halfway he decided to take a turn and walk through the elder part of the neighbourhood he was living in. It was a beautiful sunny day. And for the first time in ages he actually enjoyed his lonliness. The city was perticulary beautiful today.
He barely glanced at the houses, just slowly walking down the street with his hands in his pockets. Listening to the birds singing, seing laughing children. He walked by a park. It was new roses there in every color, but his eyes fell on a rose a little seperated from the others. It had unfolded, and had the most incredible color of....hmm........aquamarine. He had never seen this color on a rose before. He stopped, leaned down and reached for the rose. He was about to lean down and smell it when he felt something tickle the palm of his hand. He lifted his hand carefully, and it was then he saw the most beautiful little creature. Yellow and blue, but in all kinds of shades.
The tickling came from the wings of a butterfly.