lucifelle:

528 HZ

The frequency of life, creation and love. The frequency transmitted from the sun. The frequency plants vibrate at during photosynthesis. The frequency we’re all meant to be in tune with. We emit this frequency ourselves when we experience unconditional love, compassion. 528 HZ Love Healing Awakening Enlightening.

chapter four. 

The night sky was clear, and the air was cool and calm. Charlie Ford, however, was not as peaceful as the evening was. Her slender, voluptuous body tossed and turned under the covers, feet kicking them down as far as they would go as if she were far too hot. The moon cast a silvery sheen over the bed, causing her dark hair to turn an almost pale gray shade.  The night was most assuredly not hot, but if one were to touch Charlie they would find that she was. Burning up, actually, hence why she tossed and turned so restlessly in her sleep. She wasn’t sick, she was dreaming. But this kind of dreaming was something that felt dangerous… and horribly, wonderfully vivid.

                In waking life, one might just assume that Charlie was a light, restless sleeper. But if one were monitoring her, they would find that the alpha waves that came with dreaming were going out of control in her head. She was slipping past the REM cycle, into a type of dream that wouldn’t even be able to be monitored on a machine. She was slipping out of her head… out of her head and into…

—

Darkness.

                All she could see was darkness, but she could feel so much more. This had never, ever happened before. Her dreams were all nonsensical things that didn’t make sense, which was utterly normal. Most people could never remember the dreams they had while asleep, and Charlie, for as long as she could remember, had been normal in at least that aspect. But the few she did remember had never felt so stiflingly vivid. The darkness throbbed, and pulsed around her as she tried to fight past the lethargy in her legs. It was like she couldn’t move completely forward because there was something trying to pull her back. It had been like this for… well, she didn’t know how long. Time seemed to be warped. It could have been minutes, maybe hours… the only thing she knew was that it wasn’t real. It was a dream, albeit the scariest, most intense dream of darkness she’d ever experienced. Charlie blinked, but the darkness never changed… until suddenly, she saw a faint silvery blue light in front of her. It felt familiar… familiar and warm, and she flew to it like a moth flew straight to a flame.

                There was a sudden jarring sensation, almost as though she were slipping out of her dream, and suddenly everything was light. Intense, burning light that seared her retinas for a long few moments as she covered her face with her hands. Slowly, the light began to fade and her surroundings began to take shape. All at once, the world around her snapped and everything came into focus.

                The room was… warm. Filled with the same silvery blue light she’d seen before. She was still dreaming, that much she knew because everything was still a little bit blurry around the edges. But she had never been consciously aware of the fact that she was dreaming inside a dream before. This was all so surreal… God only knew how badly that she hoped she wouldn’t be able to remember a lick of this when she woke up. She didn’t need any more reasons to think that she was going crazy.

                She wasn’t particularly sure who’s room she was in. To Charlie’s eyes, it was a simple room. Couch, tv, table, lamp, book case… A living room. When she went to the window, there was nothing but darkness outside and she would prefer this place to that, any day. She let out a breath of relief, body relaxing as she put a hand against the cool window.

                “What are you doing here?”

                The voice came from behind her, causing her to squeak and flinch, twirling around to find the source of the voice. Who she saw sent a shock of surprising warmth through her, her mouth popping open.

                “Jack… I…” She was about to give some elaborate excuse of an apology about how she’d somehow managed to land herself in his home when she realized something. This was a dream. Why was she dreaming about him, anyway? She didn’t even like him. Sure, he was attractive, but he was also a douchebag that was going out with Queen Bitch Samara…. For some reason, however, this didn’t stop her from feeling strangely drawn to him.

                “I don’t know why I’m here. But I guess it doesn’t really matter,” she finally told him, shrugging her shoulders as she suddenly became very conscious of the fact she was only wearing a long t-shirt and underwear, the clothes she’d gone to sleep in. The way Jack’s vivid blue eyes traveled down suddenly, she knew he had noticed.

                “I’m not exactly complaining, if you haven’t noticed.” He told her matter of factly, stepping forward. Charlie was rooted to the spot, conflicted. If it was only a dream, then why not? Why not give in to the temptation she’d been facing her entire life with it came to Jack Whittinghill? It wasn’t like either of them would remember it in the morning.

                “I have noticed. It’s different, considering you always have Sam attached to your hip. I thought you weren’t supposed to want other girls.”

                “I’m not. But you’re… different, Charlie. You’ve always been different, and that drives me crazy.” His eyes were so damn blue… too blue, too ready to suck her in and never let her out… but here she was, plunging into their depths anyway as he took another step forward, reaching out and putting a large, warm hand on her waist. She was shocked at how real it felt, how powerful the smell of his soap and cologne was… Suddenly, the scene around them changed. They were at the lake on the outside of town, and it was night. The moon shone down on them, and it seemed like a silver string wrapped up, up, up around them, wrapping them in a cocoon of light as he leaned forward and pressed his lips hungrily to hers.

                She realized several things at once. The first of which, Charlie was not controlling this dream. No, she had the distinct impression that this was Jack’s dream, through and through and that confused her more than anything. The second thing was that the darkness just outside of the immediate scene was beginning to pulse and vibrate again. And the third thing was that she couldn’t bring herself to care about any of it because his lips were so damn soft. Charlie kissed him with everything in her, everything she couldn’t bother herself to hold back in this weird dreamland they were trapped in… His lips left hers, roaming her jaw, and going down to her neck. His hands deftly slipped the edge of her shirt off her shoulder, revealing her pale skin and something that shocked him. A muffled laugh came from his lips.

                “Charlotte Ford, you have a tattoo?” He questioned incredulously, obviously never having taken her for the type of girl to go get herself inked. That was enough to snap her back into whatever sort of reality this was.

                “Maybe I do. But it’s none of your business.” She pulled away from him, very conscious of the way his eyes didn’t leave her inked skin once. After a long few moments, his eyes pulled up to meet her own and that was when their world began to shatter. The darkness seemed to break through the shield that the dream provided, and wrapped all around her, pulling her back into its clutches, away from the silvery blue light she had entered. Jack’s light.

                She opened her mouth to scream, but no sound came out. Suddenly, it felt like she was falling, falling, falling….

—

                Charlie woke with a gasp. Her hazel eyes opened, then closed immediately as a flood of morning sun entered. The dream she’d endured the night before… it had been just a dream, after all. A weird, vivid, terrifying and strangely wonderful dream. But what was strange was the fact that she wasn’t forgetting a thing about it. Every single little detail, from the color of the couch to the feel of Jack’s hand on her waist, was caught in her head… God, what she would give to scrub that out of her brain. She didn’t need any reason to secretly be attracted to Jack, especially not some lame ass dream where he’d gone and ruined everything by finding her tattoo.

                She stopped herself. That was illogical in itself, blaming dream Jack for something that hadn’t even really happened. The best mode of response was to… forget about it. Charlie heaved a deep breath, running a hand through her tangled dark hair and sitting up. Forget about this stupid, tragic shit and get on with her life. That was what she was good at, what she’d been doing ever since she was a kid. If she ignored it long enough, then maybe it would go away completely. One could only hope, in this case.

                Her feet touched the cool hardwood floor as she stood, silently listening to the sounds of the house. The television was on downstairs, which meant that her dad was home. Odd, considering her normally worked on Fridays.  Charlie opened up her door, padding down the hall and into the living room.

                “Hey, Daddy.” She greeted him with a sweet smile, leaning down and kissing his cheek. He laughed a little, smiling up at his only child.

                “Hey sweetheart. Sleep well?”

                “Uhm… yeah. Like a rock,” Charlie lied, biting her lip as she turned to walk into the kitchen. She opened up the fridge, groaning a little at how empty it was, before saying,  “Hey, I think I’ll be late coming home tonight.” She closed the fridge door, sighing and grabbing an apple off the counter. Better something healthy than nothing at all.

                “Why is that?”

                “I’m going over to Lucas’ house. Movie night,” she explained, taking a bite of the apple and making a face before down the hall as her dad simply nodded and turned his attention back to the television screen. She went into her bathroom and turned on the shower, heaving a sigh. One more day of school and then it would be the weekend and she would be able to pretend like people didn’t stare at her like she had some sort of gross infection at school. She played it off like it didn’t bother her, but it did. She wasn’t her mother… or at least, that was what she’d always said. Lately, though, weird things had been happening. She would see people that weren’t there, people who would disappear into walls or make things quiver on tables. And she knew that could not be real. So maybe… maybe everyone was right. Maybe she was just as crazy as her mother as everyone thought. Charlie knew that if she said this out loud to her best friends, Dexter Osbourne and Lucas Meadowes, they would be mad at her for even thinking it. You’re not like your mother, Charlie. You never have been, they would say to her, and she would nod her head and pretend like she agreed.

                But it was getting harder to fake it.

                She hurriedly got ready, her mind slipping to her mother down at the Hallows Institute who was currently being fed breakfast and lead to that padded room they kept her in when she was at her most volatile. She thought about her dad, who had never really gotten over it and looked at her like she might sprout a second head sometimes. But for once, the person Charlie was thinking about the most was herself. That dream had messed her up, and now she didn’t even know how to think straight. School would be the fix, and then movie night with Lucas after. Her phone vibrated on her dresser, and she went over to look at it. Dexter, saying he was sick and wouldn’t need a ride this morning. Good, because she was running late, anyway. She texted him back saying she’d pick up food for him later, and she plugged  her headphones into her phone and went to her library. It was a Manchester Orchestra day, it seemed, as she turned up the volume and settle her headphones in their customary places around her shoulders. She turned up the volume, bobbing her head in time to the beat before pulling her hair back into a sharp ponytail. She felt like something different today, so why not? As she looked at herself in the mirror, something caught her eye. The tattoo that dream Jack had seen was very visible on her shoulder with her hair up, and she put a hand over it slowly.

                Charlie had gotten the tattoo a year ago for her sixteenth birthday. It had taken her dad a lot of convincing, but he’d finally caved since she promised it was the only tattoo she would ever get. That much, at least, was true. It was the picture of the Egyptian symbol for the flower of life. She couldn’t really say why she’d gotten that exact symbol, only just that she’d always had a fascination with ancient Egypt and it had caught her eye. It had felt right to get tattooed on her body.

                She took a breath, shaking her head and gazing at herself in the mirror. It was no big deal, really. It had been just a dream, after all, so she didn’t know why she was getting all shaken up about it. If he saw it, then it would just be a new revelation.  But something in her stomach tried to suggest otherwise… but she wouldn’t let it mess her up. No, she already had too much going on.  She wasn’t going to let Jack Whittinghill mess her groove up.

—

                School, so far, had been abysmally boring.  Her only bright spot was the number of classes she had with Lucas, spent sending each other drawings of people in the class in the back row. Lucas was good for her. She’d met him through Dexter, and ever since they’d been attached at the hip. They’d tried dating a while back, but things just hadn’t… worked out. People typically thought they were still dating, but that was only because they felt far too comfortable around each other. Holding hands or hugging in the halls didn’t mean to them what it did to others – it was just a testimony of the friendship between them.  Sadly, however, they didn’t have the same lunch period and that left Charlie out on her own. She was walking through the halls lazily after eating some gross sandwich from the cafeteria when she heard someone coming up behind her. Charlie turned, and her eyes automatically narrowed with distaste.

                Samara Wilson was a bitch, and Charlie really liked to hate her. Sometimes, they could be civil, but most of the time they just wanted to tear each other’s hair out. Her skinny little chicken legs looked especially chickeny as she approached Charlie. Her dark brown eyes were lidded and strangely friendly as she asked, “Did you get the notes for Schneider’s class?” Charlie blinked. Well, this wasn’t the type of conversation she had been expecting, but it was better than a bitch fight.

                “Uhm, yeah. Sure.” She pulled her backpack off her back, rifling through it to pull out a heavily stickered up notebook, handing it to Sam. The brunette flipped through it casually, not looking really interested in what was inside.

                “Thanks, Charlie. You’re a lifesaver,” she said with just about the fakest smile that Charlie had ever seen, causing her to roll her eyes.

                “Yeah, sure, just give them back to me before the quiz next Tuesday,” she commented offhandedly, before zipping up her backpack as Sam took in a breath.

                 “You know I’m not stupid, right? I see the way you look at him. You don’t stand a chance. I figured the polite thing to do would be to tell you that so you don’t make a fool of yourself by staying wrapped up in whatever crazy fantasy you have in your head,” Samara told her slowly, eyes sly. Charlie gazed at her for a long few moments. The problem wasn’t having Sam say this to her; Charlie knew that no matter what she did, she wouldn’t be able to convince Sam that she didn’t have it out for Jack if she had a different idea in her head. It was the fact that she’d just intoned something that Charlie avoided at all costs. Being considered crazy.  Sam, seeing she made her point, gave another smile before waggling her fingers at Charlie, “I’ll see you in class, Char.  By the way, I love your shirt. You’ll have to tell me where you got it sometime.”

                Charlie blinked, stunned. Normally, she would have had a witty retort but everything that had happened that day had made her too frazzled.  She simply watched as Sam marched away from her, and silently ticked off the points in her head. Charlie, 0. Sam, 1.

                Better luck next time. She took a deep breath after Sam disappeared around the corner, and sank against the lockers. Well, shit.  Now she really wasn’t in the mood for staying at school the rest of the day. Sensing that it would be a waste of time, she pulled out her phone and shot Lucas a text saying she’d meet him at his house after school, but she was skipping the last two periods for a much needed mental health break. If only he knew the truth behind that one.

                Charlie pushed herself up off the lockers and made her way out of the school stealthily, not meaning to get caught by any teachers. She was almost in the clear when a voice stopped her ten feet from her car. Grant Menden, leaning on Jack’s car which was parked right next to hers, smoking a cigarette.

                “Going somewhere? Don’t you know that it’s against the rules to ditch?” He asked her, blue eyes twinkling. Charlie almost gagged.

                “Beat it, Edgar. I’m not in the mood for your shit.” She told him crossly, marching to her car and tossing her bag angrily in the front seat.

                “Are you pmsing? That’s the most likely cause of feminine discord,” he quipped, causing Charlie to roll her eyes and give him the fakest laugh she could muster.

                “Haha, very funny. Kiss my ass and choke on your ashes,” she told him, flipping him the bird and slamming the door shut to her car as he raised his hands in the universal signal for ‘please don’t hurt me’.  Good thing, or she would have gotten out of the car and beaten him with the book of poetry by Edgar Allen Poe she had in her bag. But that was much too obvious, now, wasn’t it?

                Charlie peeled out of the parking lot as fast as she could, driving without aim and feeling as though she lacked a purpose. Anxiety flushed through her. What was wrong with her? She never normally acted so strange. Crazy. Maybe that was the only explanation for it. Charlie found herself driving to a beautiful vista point, one that she’d come to with Dexter and Lucas for as long as she could remember. It was quiet, deserted, and the perfect place to unwind.

                She got out of the car, pacing for a long few moments before picking up a bunch of gravel and throwing it over the edge. Then, she turned around, lifted her head, and simply screamed. She screamed because she was confused, because she didn’t understand what was happening to her anymore. She screamed because she needed her mother, and she screamed because suddenly she felt very alone. Charlie was reaching the end of her rope. If she didn’t get answers soon… well, crazy was as crazy did. 

charlie’s blurb. 

Her dad is very protective and caring, but she’s never really known her mom. Her mom was institutionalized when Charlie was six years old, because she kept talking about how she saw things that hadn’t yet happened, heard people’s thoughts when she didn’t want to. They thought she was crazy, so they locked her up. Everyone seemed to think craziness was hereditary, because after that Charlie and her father were like social outcasts. They’ve never had very many family friends, and Charlie never really had friends in school because they had heard about her ‘crazy witch’ of a mother. Charlie, however, thrived more by herself than she ever could have surrounded by friends. She’s self-assured, confident, and most importantly, independent because of the fact she’s only ever been able to rely on herself. Her style? Well, it’s quirky. She’s a fan of fashionable, but she’s a fan of edgy and fashionable. Her looks always garner attention, but everyone is too afraid of her to actually talk to her, no matter how good looking she is. Everyone, that is, except for her best friend Dexter. They’ve been tight for a while, and it’s basically just them against the world, which suits Charlie just fine. She’s still independent, but it’s nice to have someone to rely on every once in a while. She’s kind of a nerd, and is classified as a ‘geek’ at school because she really likes to wear Ramones shirts and is almost always seen with her dj headphones hanging around her neck, but she doesn’t care. She’s classy, she’s sassy, and she’s got a really big heart. She hates to see people hurting, even if she has no idea who they are, and is always willing to lend a helping hand as long as people are willing to let her help. But, because of who her mother is? Well, people are a little superstitious and she doesn’t blame them. She’s beginning to develop her abilities, which will be Charlie acting as a medium, and being able to harness the power of astral projection & dreamwalking.

charlie’s relationships. 

• grant menden: currently, just barely ‘friends’. she puts up with him for dexter. but then there’s gonna be soulmate drama and she’s going to want to be with him but then there’s jack and there’s all this sighing and yeah.
• jack whittinghill: currently just acquaintances, but hi hello. their love is written in the stars. they can’t seem to stay away from each other and that’s going to form into a lot of angst and awesomeness.
• tyler lawless: close friends. they can commiserate because of each other’s crazy tendencies. she’s going to help her get over the death of her sister, and until then they just have a mutual understanding.
• samara wilson: they’re just frenemies. you know. they’re going to love each other and hate each other all in turn. charlie doesn’t take sam’s shit, and i’m sure sam is going to have a few things to say about jack and charlie soooooo.
• dexter osbourne: hello best friends. when jack and grant got all popular and shit, dexter was left in the dust cos he was doomed to be a nerd and charlie was the one to help pick up the pieces. she loves dexter more than anything, and she’d go to bat for him any day even if things are a little weird right now because she’s keeping all her ~weird happenings from him
• i’ll add everyone else as i figure them out ok

degausser - brand new. 

grantmenden:

Goodbye to sleep,
I think this staying up is exactly what I need
Well take apart your head
Take apart the counting, and the flock it has bred

Goodbye to love,
Well it’s a ride that’ll push you up
Right against the wall
(Right against the wall)
Chew it up and swallow it

You’re brought back but you’re running
I’ll find sleep in the end tonight
I can’t shake this little feeling
I’ll never get anything right

Goodbye you liar,
Well you sipped from the cup but you don’t own up to anything
Then you think you will inspire
Take apart your head
(and I wish I could inspire)
Take apart the demon, in the attic to the left.

(goodbye my love)
You’re brought back but you’re running
(goodbye my love)
I’ll find sleep in the end tonight
(goodbye my love)
I can’t shake this little feeling
(goodbye my love)
I’ll never say anything right

I’m on my own, never say anything right
I’m on my own, never say anything right
I’m on my own, never say anything right
I’m on my own, never say anything right

Well take me, take me back to your bed
I love you so much that it hurts my head
Say I don’t mind you under my skin
I’ll let the bad parts in, the bad parts in
When we were made we were set apart
Life is a test and I get bad marks
Now some saint got the job of writing down my sins
The storm is coming, the storm is coming in

You’re brought back but you’re running
I’ll find sleep in the end tonight
I can’t shake this little feeling
I’ll never get anything right

I’m on my own, never say anything right
I’m on my own, never say anything right

Take me, take me back to your bed
I love you so much that it hurts my head
I don’t mind you under my skin
I’ll let the bad parts in, the bad parts in
Well you’re my favourite bird and when you sing
I really do wish you’d wear my ring
No matter what they say, I am still the king
And now the storm is coming, the storm is coming in

an overview of charlie. 

this is going to be where i post everything i currently know about charlie. she’s seventeen, and a junior. her dad is very protective and caring, but she’s never really known her mom. her mom was institutionalized when charlie was six years old, because she kept talking about how she saw things that hadn’t yet happened, heard people’s thoughts when she didn’t want to. they thought she was crazy, so they locked her up. everyone seemed to think craziness was hereditary, because after that charlie and her father were like social outcasts. they’ve never had very many family friends, and charlie never really had friends in school because they had heard about her ‘crazy witch’ of a mother. charlie, however, thrived more by herself than she ever could have surrounded by friends. she’s self-assured, confident, and most importantly, independent because of the fact she’s only ever been able to rely on herself. her style? well, it’s quirky. she’s a fan of fashionable, but she’s a fan of edgy and fashionable. her looks always garner attention, but everyone is too afraid of her to actually talk to her, no matter how good looking she is. everyone, that is, except for her best friend dexter. they’ve been tight for a while, and it’s basically just them against the world, which suits charlie just fine. she’s still independent, but it’s nice to have someone to rely on every once in a while. she’s kind of a nerd, and is classified as a ‘geek’ at school because she really likes to wear ramones shirts and is almost always seen with her dj headphones hanging around her neck, but she doesn’t care. she’s classy, she’s sassy, and she’s got a really big heart. she hates to see people hurting, even if she has no idea who they are, and is always willing to lend a helping hand as long as people are willing to let her help. but, because of who her mother is? well, people are a little superstitious and she doesn’t blame them. 

recently, however, weird things have been upsetting her normally undisturbed, calm attitude. she’s been catching flashes of things, like words being spoken in a completely quiet room. more than that, she’s been seeing shadow people, too - people she could have sworn were dead, their faces ones she’s seen in the newspaper. and on top of that? she’s been sketching the same image over and over again - a picture of her, with an eye in the middle of her forehead. what she doesn’t know, is that it’s a picture of her and her ‘third eye’. she’s developing her strange powers of mediumship & telepathy. there’s other powers that will come eventually as she hones the use of the ‘third eye’, but obviously that’s not going to come till later. right now those are manifesting themselves most strongly, making her appear rattled in class at times, scattered, and anxious. she thinks she’s going crazy, just like her mom was. charlie believes that everyone has a good reason to be terrified of her, and she’s yet to tell her father or dexter even though they both realize something’s going on with her. 

now, as far as her relationships with other characters all i’ve got is her frenemies thing with sam, her bff thing with dexter, and then this really complicated love triangle sort of deal with jack and grant. their trio has been written in the stars for centuries. they’re reincarnated with no memories of each other, and yet somehow they always find their way back. the three of them, they’re soulmates, and not all of the romantic variety. they’re just destined to know each other, destined to be in each other’s lives no matter what. but for jack and charlie, their love is written in the stars. the rivalry between jack and grant is there, too; both of them vie for her attention, but in the end, jack always wins. but charlie, when she finds out, is going to try her damnedest to fight her fate. we’ll see how well that goes… because it might just lead to their trio’s ruin.