Wasteland For The Teenaged (Vic Fuentes Fanfiction)

6) Wonderless *

Chapter 6 - Wonderless

We pulled into the parking lot behind the pub. The pub is located down town, on the beach. All of use started to unload the heavy equipment off the truck. 

      A guy with dirty blonde hair came out of the pub’s back door, holding a clip board. I couldn’t help but to notice that he looks like any typical guy down at the beach. He is wearing a tank-top, swim shorts with a Hawaiian design and not to mention some worn out sandals.  The stranger flashed us a smile. "Awesome! You guys are here!"

  "Oh and just bring your stuff through this door and the stage is up a head. My name is Jeremy by the way. There are already people asking for you guys." Jeremy smiled.

 "Sweet," Mike said while he picked up one of the amps. 

   We all grabbed the equipment. We managed to find our way inside, the poor lighting made it difficult to walk through without banging up all the gear. The back stage area was tiny, with a leather coach to the side then the back part of the stage was literally up a head with 3 steps of stairs that help you get on the stage.

   We walked upon the stage and set everything down. Standing on the stage, the first thing I noticed were the group of kids around my age standing there waiting. My eyes flicker up to the bar on the left full of strangers sitting there. All of them were enjoying their drinks and having small conversations. Tables were placed in the back of the pub, which made a lot of sense. It wouldn’t make sense if someone were to put tables in a pit where people would be standing. To the right of the bar, there were large windows that looked straight out to the ocean. There’s a porch right out front, with small little tables for the option of outside dinning.

"You can go sit in the back while we set up." Tony smiled at me. I nodded my head and returned the smile, walking off the stage and into the back of the pub.

I recall seeing this man when I was walking into the pub. He was now smoking a cigar with a lady on the leather couch.

   “Come sit over here.” The stranger grinned at me with such a disturbing smile. The creepy smirk sent shivers down my spine, making me feel off edge. His black hair was slick back and he had a goatee. He could pass the age of being in his forties and he looks Cuban, which wasn’t such a huge shocker living down in California. Although the lady who was sitting next to him, or should I say basically hovering over him was in her early twenties at the least. She has the short platinum blonde hair and the blood red lipstick.

    I quickly shook my head and wondered off. Sooner or later, I found a cozy corridor. It was filled with broken chairs and loose screws along with many other miscellaneous items. I leaned against the wall, sliding down on the dirty carpet. Sighing, I pulled out my phone.

"Iris." I heard a faint whisper.

I looked up from my phone and looked around, but no one was there. Returning to my phone, I went back to the game I was playing.

"Iris."
There it was again.

But no one was there, no one in sight.

I start to panic and closed my eyes.

"Iris! You're worthless!" 
"Iris, seriously?"

Putting my hands over my ears, I started to shake my head rapidly.

"Stop!" I screamed out.

"You're so pathetic!"

  I started to yank on my hair, pulling and tugging on it. It’s a habit I’ve grown to come while I was having a panic attack. My heart rate was rising and I started to hyperventilate. Sweat started to race down my head as my grip grew tighter on the strands of my hair. I couldn’t bare myself of thinking of all the terrible moments that happened to me.