Reid walked through the doors of the official Coachella Tragedy Memorial. As she snuck into the restaurant, getting past the workers, she felt no remorse. Instead, she programmed the speakers to play the music that, 7 years ago, hijacked some people’s heads. This piece? It made

"NO!" I screamed, my fingernails digging deep into my clenched fists. "GET AWAY! GET AWAY FROM HIM!" The man stepped back, startled. "He doesn't belong here, kid." "HE BELONGS WITH ME!" With that, I stormed out of the room, Oreo tagging close behind me.

So It’s about midnight. You’re in bed, lying next to someone who you once loved more than anyone else. But well, I guess we all know that fire is gone. And you’re still lost an alone. Most exciting thing for you, is the 9 to 5 that you truly hate. That just must be sad!

As the creature studied the photograph it studied the woman as well, almost as if comparing the similarities and differences. It appeared to be her. In the background a frowny-faced young man with two other men, one clown and the other, aloof, but all looking to belong somewhere.

I watched the sky as masses of crows circled around me in the sky.As quickly as it started, it stopped. I looked around to see if anyone had seen it. The same old forest and the same old dirt path. I sighed. No one here. I continued down the path, unbeknownst to what was upon me.

Rydel the elf sat on his makeshift bed and tossed and turned in his attempt to fall sleep. “Go to bed, Rydel.” Herein grumbled, half awake.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are not here to entertain you. We will not banter or strut or preen or flirt. We will do one thing and one thing only. We will rearrange your brains via your eardrums. One, two, three, four!" Then a wall of sound crashed onto the crowd.

Jerry glanced down at the photograph in his hand, then back up again at the woman sitting alone at the back of the cafe.