The Inkling Volume 2
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Hometown- Cha<br />
I’ve had glow-in-the-dark stars on my ceiling for as long as I can remember. <strong>The</strong>ir pale gr<br />
leading my imagination down a mountainous trail straight out of a fantasy novel. <strong>The</strong>y roo<br />
and I’m calm.<br />
At six a.m. my alarm goes off. <strong>The</strong> mellow tones of whatever vaguely indie album I’m into<br />
morning still feels like night. Rubbing my eyes, I heave myself into a sitting position and g<br />
sound of an air-raid siren would look like. I blink furiously, and then get up to face the winte<br />
Two hours later, I’m sat hunched over my knees in the kitchen. My fingers pick at the chipp<br />
dles in December. Slouched underneath my biggest jumper, I’m still cold. I stare emptily in<br />
eyes.<br />
“I’m sorry, babe, but this just isn’t working,” croons some fresh-faced teenage heartthrob<br />
doze off as some face-off starts on the screen. For a moment, I let my mind wander and im<br />
no idea what was going on- interns really do get told nothing. <strong>The</strong> London offices were so c<br />
ally. I let myself smile as I remember the early starts back then: the guitars that wake me no<br />
Four p.m brings a shrieking like nothing I’ve heard before. I hear the familiar click of a key<br />
shorter than anything I’ve ever owned. My housemate, Eva, stands in the centre of them all<br />
“It’s time for you to get out of this house for once!” she yells, voice cracking with laughter. A<br />
“I’d really rather -” I begin, but Eva is having none of it.<br />
“Addie,you live in the wildest city in Europe and you’re nearly nineteen. Isn’t it time you got<br />
I shake my head violently and get up to hide in my room only to be immediately pulled back<br />
Amsterdam is a city dealing with a nightly earthquake. <strong>The</strong> baritone hum of bass synthesiz<br />
Shivering, I pull the faux fur shawl Eva found for me over my shoulders and hobble after the<br />
their parties and concerts for all to see. My hair whips around my cheeks as I clench my fi<br />
ing; no crying.<br />
Every neon-painted wall of the room we enter is home to people of all ages, all genders…<br />
flashing bowtie. Next to them is a woman who looks to be at least fifty in a full velvet maxi d<br />
the room presents the same eclectic selection of dancers, all clutching brightly-coloured d<br />
can touch the pressing sounds of Dutch hip-hop, radiating out in waves from the DJ’s glow<br />
attempt at the wailing vocals of the lady on the track. Sighing, I let myself join in.<br />
When it feels like time no longer exists and I can’t feel my feet, we stumble to the exit, still y<br />
the faint noise of someone calling my name.<br />
“Yeah? What?” I shout across the room, unable to spot the source of the cry.<br />
Before I can find the speaker, a screen above the DJ’s table flashes up a number, but only l<br />
“Nineteen!” I yell to the girls, before tripping over my heels and crashing to the floor.<br />
By the time I’ve regained my balance, Eva and her friends are nowhere to be seen. I limp o<br />
barely remember). <strong>The</strong> cold, which earlier was just a mildly uncomfortable breeze, is now g<br />
ble.<br />
It’s then that I hear my name called again. This time, I know where it’s coming from. I follow<br />
of a figure fifty metres ahead. When I finally get closer to the figure, I follow them turn do<br />
Empty, that is, except for the figure, who now stand inches from my face.