*please go easy on the critiques*
Title: L'effet papillon - The Butterfly Effect
Author: ~love.dance~
Rating: PG- 13
Warnings: May contain adult themes not suitable for kids under the age of thirteen.
Summery: A girl dancing in a club, the tattoo of a butterfly just below her shoulder, a blurry surrounding and an untold ending, what does it all mean? Travis is left to answer this question alone. It is a story of loss, love, life, lies and lust.
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‘An Unexplained Dream’
Chapter One
Everything in the club was dark and the crowd had fallen silent. They waited in anticipation for the dance number that was about to begin. All of their eyes were looking in the direction of the stage; there was a single spotlight in the middle but no one was there to claim it.
Out of the darkness the sound of a bass guitar could be heard, as it continued to emerge it was greeted by a deafening applause. The music seemed to become more alive, as it grew louder and louder, it seemed to bring life to the stage and the dancers that were now on it.
They began to move their fit bodies to the beat of the music; they were performing their pre-choreographed steps, much to the delight of the audience.
They were all professionally trained and it showed. The moves were sharp and hard and the dancers were perfectly synchronized. Throughout the whole routine, they didn’t seem to put a foot wrong; it was almost too perfect.
Suddenly everything went blurry, the neon lights mixed with the bodies of the dancers and the crowd. It became increasingly difficult to tell one person from another, it was like they had all become joined.
One thing did remain clear though; it was the right arm of one of the dancers that were performing on the stage. Just below her shoulder was a tattoo of a butterfly, with its wings spread, as if it were flying.
Gradually the mist seemed to lift, revealing her chocolate eyes; they seemed to shine like diamonds under the artificial light. The unnamed girl took a step off the stage and began to walk forwards; her figure and other features were slowly becoming clearer.
***
“Travis, get up now or you’re going to be late for school!” came the voice of his mother, Rachel, from downstairs.
His eyes shot open; Travis lay in bed wondering why this always happened. Every time the girl in his dreams began to walk towards him he woke up; it was like something was stopping him from seeing who she really was.
Travis closed his eyes, hoping that she would reappear in his mind but there was nothing. Once again, she was gone.
***
Travis quickly made his way downstairs. He had his bag slung over his shoulder and he was still trying to do up his school tie.
“Look who finally decided to wake up,” Rachel commented.
“Sorry, I was… thinking,” Travis answered falsely.
“I’m sure you were,” she smiled.
“I’d better get going, see you tonight,” Travis gave his mother a kiss on the cheek and, after picking up a slice of toast that had been waiting patiently for him, he made his way to school.
The school that Travis attended was only a twenty minute walk from his house. Travis enjoyed walking to school; it gave him more time to think, especially about the girl from the club. Every morning, on his way to school, he would wonder who she was and what she was doing.
Something that confused Travis even more was the fact that he kept on having the same dream, over and over again and each time it was exactly the same. He had originally thought that it was just a dream but seeing as it kept reoccurring he wasn’t so sure.
It had to mean something, but what could it possibly mean that Travis didn’t already know?
***
Travis spent the whole English class thinking about his dream. It was beginning to drive him crazy. On his worksheet he tried to draw the butterfly that had been on her exposed shoulder, he began to think, maybe the butterfly meant something.
The class finished and Travis had not done any of the work that had been set. He was called over by his teacher Mrs. Sanders; she looked more concerned than angry.
“Travis, can I talk to you now please,” she called over the half empty class room.
Scooping up his books Travis slowly walked over to her.
“Yes Mrs. Sanders?” Travis asked.
“Is there some pacific reason as to why you are not completing the assigned work?”
“Not really,” Travis wasn’t sure about what he could say; he didn’t know how to explain his situation. His mind didn’t have any room for school work; it was too busy trying to decode his dream.
“Are you sure?” Mrs. Sanders asked again, “Is there an issue at home?”
“No,” Travis replied abruptly.
“Well then, if you can’t give me a reason then there is nothing I can do to help you,” Mrs. Sanders didn’t look or sound concerned anymore, “You’ll have to do the worksheet as homework, is that clear?”
“Yes Mrs. Sanders,” Travis knew that if he wanted to pass the school year then he would have to figure out what is dream meant and fast.
... ~more chapters are on the way~ ...
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