I'll Paint You Wings, and I'll Set You Free
“You should go over there and play a song on guitar, and I can sing to you.”
“I made you breakfast,” Faida told the lanky man who was stirring in his bed. “If you don’t get up, it will get cold.”
Jack rubbed his eyes with his right hand and he stretched with his left arm. His hair was a mess, and he looked like he was going to pass out from exhaustion. Faida could not believe how cute he could be. She’s had him for a month now, and everyday she fell in love with him all over again. She wasn’t falling in love with him. There was no way, right? How could a girl that has never been loved in all of her years of living ever be loved? It just seemed impossible.
Jack was growing accustomed to being Faida’s slave. He even knew when to talk, when not to talk, when to paint, when not to paint, and when he would have to... He hated thinking about it. At times, he felt like he liked her. Of course, the feeling and blushing would stop when he remembered what he was doing to him. He hadn’t seen his friends or family in month now. He really missed them. Jack tried painting them, but Faida never let that work. The only thing he got was his favorite guitar to magically appear in the room.
Jack didn’t speak as he took the plate of homemade pancakes. Faida didn’t like that. She didn’t like the fact that Jack hadn’t been talking to her at all. He would only talk when spoken to, and...that made her sad. She wanted to be able to talk to him and laugh. She just wanted to slam her head against the wall. Why did she have to be such a bitch all the time? Whenever she even tried to lighten the mood, he just stayed quiet. He barely ever spoke anymore. He only ever put emotion in his paintings and in his guitar playing. Guitar playing...
“I never got to sing for you,” Faida speaks up.Jack doesn’t do anything. He just continues to fill his stomach. “You should go over there and play a song on guitar, and I can sing to you.” She receives a shrug. “Please Jack. Will you please do this for me?”
“So you’re asking now? I thought it was you make me do whatever you say.” His voice is cold. Of course, that does make sense after all he’s been through.
“Jack, will you please do this for me?”
He makes the mistake by looking in her eyes. No matter how much Jack tries to deny it, he does have feelings for the girl. Some of them puzzle him, but he does know that one is sorrow. Although, Faida still refuses to tell him what she is and what happened to her, he still knows that something terrible happened to her. Jack knows that she must have been lonely. Whenever she looked at his paintings of his friends, she would sadden. However, when she looked at paintings of his family, she looked like she was holding back tears. After complimenting them, she would just leave Jack for the rest of the day and then act like it never happened.
“I’ll play guitar for you.”
“Good.” She places her hand on his for only a second. “You know how to play the song now.”
“You want me to play Lost in Darkness?” She nods. “I’ll grab my guitar.” He fetches it and the portable amp that had appeared when the guitar did even know he didn’t paint it. Jack turns the amp on and starts tuning his instrument. Jack had gotten the ability to tune perfectly by ear thanks to the mysterious girl sitting next to him. “I’m ready now.” He begins the song with a frown on his face. He really didn’t want to do this, but he changes his mind when he hears her voice...
“She hears a moan at the top of the stairs
But she don't move or fret just minds her business
‘I swear these walls have been talking to me’ she says
‘Cause all I hear the devils wishes’
She feels his breath down her skin and bones
Crying out in pain
But no one knows how to find you
You're lost in darkness
Crying out in vain
But no one knows how to reach you
You're lost in darkness again
By her hair he drags her in the street
He's free of other's eyes there are no glances
She cries for help with a gun to her cheek
But no one comes nobody listens
Her blood runs red all through the street
Crying out in pain
But no one knows how to find you
You're lost in darkness
Crying out in vain
But no one knows how to reach you
You're lost in darkness
You're lost in darkness again
I can't find my inspiration
I can't find my inspiration
I can't find my inspiration
I can't find my inspiration
Crying out in pain
But no one knows how to find you
You're lost in darkness
Crying out in vain
But no one knows how to reach you
You're lost in darkness
Crying out again
No one knows how to find you
You're lost in darkness
Crying out in vain
No one knows how to reach you
You're lost in darkness
You're lost in darkness again.”
Jack couldn’t believe his ears. Faida put so much emotion into it. A single tear even falls down her cheek. Although, her emotion isn’t all that made Jack’s mouth drop. Faida wasn’t just a good singer. She wasn’t even great. No, the only way for Jack to describe it was to compare it to...to an angel.
“I...I... That was amazing,” he barely makes out.
“Thank you,” Faida replies with a blush as she wipes away the liquid. “I really like singing, and I thought that it would help you lighten up some or feel better. I may be a cruel jerk for putting you in here, but I still want you to at least feel ok.”
“I guess I feel better. You’re really good though. It’s so hard to describe how amazing you are.”
“I know. I can read your thoughts.”
“Good because I didn’t know if I was going to be able to verbalize it.”
“You don’t have to. I always get compliments for my singing. People always tell me that I need to become a singer and not a photographer but...”
“You can’t.” Jack’s face softened. “If you were famous, people would know that you’re not human.”
“You can be a photographer and still use art without people thinking thoughts like that.”
“I guess you can. Doesn’t it get annoying though? You know, that the only thing that you can do for a job that is artistic is photography.”
“Well, I could write too, but I haven’t written in years. I guess I lost my muse for it.”
“Maybe I could be your muse.” She just turned to look at him. Faida just... couldn’t believe that he said that. Jack hadn’t acted like that in so long. “I mean, you’re amazing at everything that is creative. I’m sure that you’re an amazing writer, and I’d love to read your stuff.”
“You can be my human beta.”
The two of them chuckled, but then the question came into Jack’s head. “Faida?”
“Yeah? What is it?”
“What happened to you?”
“I already told you, Jack...”
“You’re so broken. You have no one. Did you have a family? Friends? Why were you so into that song?”
“Jack, stop...”
“Why do you have those two scars on your back?”
Pain hit Jack’s face. Faida slapped him. He knew that he shouldn’t have brought that all up, but he didn’t think that she would hit him. He tried to look at her face, but she just turned away and then walked out of the door. She made sure to make it slam shut.
When she came back, she picked up the remote for the TV and turned on the news. Jack didn’t know what she was doing until he saw what was on. It was a picture of him, unconscious, handcuffed, and luckily it was censored. He couldn’t believe that she would do this to him. When did she even take the picture anyway?
“Maybe you’ll finally learn to stop asking me about my past.” That was all she said before she threw the remote at him and stormed out of the room.
Jack rubbed his eyes with his right hand and he stretched with his left arm. His hair was a mess, and he looked like he was going to pass out from exhaustion. Faida could not believe how cute he could be. She’s had him for a month now, and everyday she fell in love with him all over again. She wasn’t falling in love with him. There was no way, right? How could a girl that has never been loved in all of her years of living ever be loved? It just seemed impossible.
Jack was growing accustomed to being Faida’s slave. He even knew when to talk, when not to talk, when to paint, when not to paint, and when he would have to... He hated thinking about it. At times, he felt like he liked her. Of course, the feeling and blushing would stop when he remembered what he was doing to him. He hadn’t seen his friends or family in month now. He really missed them. Jack tried painting them, but Faida never let that work. The only thing he got was his favorite guitar to magically appear in the room.
Jack didn’t speak as he took the plate of homemade pancakes. Faida didn’t like that. She didn’t like the fact that Jack hadn’t been talking to her at all. He would only talk when spoken to, and...that made her sad. She wanted to be able to talk to him and laugh. She just wanted to slam her head against the wall. Why did she have to be such a bitch all the time? Whenever she even tried to lighten the mood, he just stayed quiet. He barely ever spoke anymore. He only ever put emotion in his paintings and in his guitar playing. Guitar playing...
“I never got to sing for you,” Faida speaks up.Jack doesn’t do anything. He just continues to fill his stomach. “You should go over there and play a song on guitar, and I can sing to you.” She receives a shrug. “Please Jack. Will you please do this for me?”
“So you’re asking now? I thought it was you make me do whatever you say.” His voice is cold. Of course, that does make sense after all he’s been through.
“Jack, will you please do this for me?”
He makes the mistake by looking in her eyes. No matter how much Jack tries to deny it, he does have feelings for the girl. Some of them puzzle him, but he does know that one is sorrow. Although, Faida still refuses to tell him what she is and what happened to her, he still knows that something terrible happened to her. Jack knows that she must have been lonely. Whenever she looked at his paintings of his friends, she would sadden. However, when she looked at paintings of his family, she looked like she was holding back tears. After complimenting them, she would just leave Jack for the rest of the day and then act like it never happened.
“I’ll play guitar for you.”
“Good.” She places her hand on his for only a second. “You know how to play the song now.”
“You want me to play Lost in Darkness?” She nods. “I’ll grab my guitar.” He fetches it and the portable amp that had appeared when the guitar did even know he didn’t paint it. Jack turns the amp on and starts tuning his instrument. Jack had gotten the ability to tune perfectly by ear thanks to the mysterious girl sitting next to him. “I’m ready now.” He begins the song with a frown on his face. He really didn’t want to do this, but he changes his mind when he hears her voice...
“She hears a moan at the top of the stairs
But she don't move or fret just minds her business
‘I swear these walls have been talking to me’ she says
‘Cause all I hear the devils wishes’
She feels his breath down her skin and bones
Crying out in pain
But no one knows how to find you
You're lost in darkness
Crying out in vain
But no one knows how to reach you
You're lost in darkness again
By her hair he drags her in the street
He's free of other's eyes there are no glances
She cries for help with a gun to her cheek
But no one comes nobody listens
Her blood runs red all through the street
Crying out in pain
But no one knows how to find you
You're lost in darkness
Crying out in vain
But no one knows how to reach you
You're lost in darkness
You're lost in darkness again
I can't find my inspiration
I can't find my inspiration
I can't find my inspiration
I can't find my inspiration
Crying out in pain
But no one knows how to find you
You're lost in darkness
Crying out in vain
But no one knows how to reach you
You're lost in darkness
Crying out again
No one knows how to find you
You're lost in darkness
Crying out in vain
No one knows how to reach you
You're lost in darkness
You're lost in darkness again.”
Jack couldn’t believe his ears. Faida put so much emotion into it. A single tear even falls down her cheek. Although, her emotion isn’t all that made Jack’s mouth drop. Faida wasn’t just a good singer. She wasn’t even great. No, the only way for Jack to describe it was to compare it to...to an angel.
“I...I... That was amazing,” he barely makes out.
“Thank you,” Faida replies with a blush as she wipes away the liquid. “I really like singing, and I thought that it would help you lighten up some or feel better. I may be a cruel jerk for putting you in here, but I still want you to at least feel ok.”
“I guess I feel better. You’re really good though. It’s so hard to describe how amazing you are.”
“I know. I can read your thoughts.”
“Good because I didn’t know if I was going to be able to verbalize it.”
“You don’t have to. I always get compliments for my singing. People always tell me that I need to become a singer and not a photographer but...”
“You can’t.” Jack’s face softened. “If you were famous, people would know that you’re not human.”
“You can be a photographer and still use art without people thinking thoughts like that.”
“I guess you can. Doesn’t it get annoying though? You know, that the only thing that you can do for a job that is artistic is photography.”
“Well, I could write too, but I haven’t written in years. I guess I lost my muse for it.”
“Maybe I could be your muse.” She just turned to look at him. Faida just... couldn’t believe that he said that. Jack hadn’t acted like that in so long. “I mean, you’re amazing at everything that is creative. I’m sure that you’re an amazing writer, and I’d love to read your stuff.”
“You can be my human beta.”
The two of them chuckled, but then the question came into Jack’s head. “Faida?”
“Yeah? What is it?”
“What happened to you?”
“I already told you, Jack...”
“You’re so broken. You have no one. Did you have a family? Friends? Why were you so into that song?”
“Jack, stop...”
“Why do you have those two scars on your back?”
Pain hit Jack’s face. Faida slapped him. He knew that he shouldn’t have brought that all up, but he didn’t think that she would hit him. He tried to look at her face, but she just turned away and then walked out of the door. She made sure to make it slam shut.
When she came back, she picked up the remote for the TV and turned on the news. Jack didn’t know what she was doing until he saw what was on. It was a picture of him, unconscious, handcuffed, and luckily it was censored. He couldn’t believe that she would do this to him. When did she even take the picture anyway?
“Maybe you’ll finally learn to stop asking me about my past.” That was all she said before she threw the remote at him and stormed out of the room.
Notes
Sorry this was late. My laptop broke, and I kept forgetting. My sis picked the song out because it actually makes sense with her past. I'm going to try to write one more filler or just make the first half of the next chapter filler. You'll learn about her "family" after the filler. Then the next chapter will reveal what she is. I'm also writing some horror and sad one shots based on Alesana songs if you want to read. http://www.mibba.com/Stories/Read/502312/Obsession-Is-Such-an-Ugly-Word/Anyway... time for thank yous
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I will if I can come up with something for them or their daugther like my sister told me too. I do have an idea for a story that you might like since you liked this. Of course, I want that one to be longer. It will be a super power one isn't of supernatural, but I feel that if you like the story line in this you might like that one because I feel like they are closer than my other stories. I just need to come up with her powers and one of her sisters powers because I've only thought of one.
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