I Was Screaming Your Name Through The Radio Novels & Stories

I shouted into my local radio device while the plaster dust filled my nose and made me cough in the dark. "We aren't leaving you behind to get butchered by these southern squads, Lucien, so just hold your breath and stay flat against that stone foundation because I found a way to clear the main lane," her voice came back through the static, and she sounded completely calm but there was a loud screeching noise of heavy gears grinding together right behind her transmission.

I heard Leo shouting my name, but it sounded like it was coming from miles away. *Focus,* I told myself. *The future isn't a fixed line. It's a choice.* I pushed, a final, agonizing surge of energy that felt like a bolt of lightning tearing through my brain. The transmitter sparked and died in my hands, smoking as it grew hot enough to burn my skin. I collapsed, the world spinning into a dizzying, dark blur. The last thing I heard before my consciousness shattered was the sound of the entire city screaming my name. Not in fear, but in defiance.

Am I scary for the humans that is why they are screaming? But then, I started singing. “Sometimes you are pinned to the ground by the big problem of your life, Sometimes the world can spin us around, till we could scream out Why won't it end now? You could look up to the heavens and skies, Someone up there is listening to you, Or maybe you could call on me, my girlfriend You always know at any time, right? That any time, I will be available for you. I am by your side, always and forever

The gateway to my forgotten past. With a deep breath, I stepped towards the light, ready to face the forgotten. But just as I was about to cross the threshold, a chilling scream echoed through the air, freezing me in my tracks. It was a sound I knew all too well, a sound that haunted my nightmares. It was the sound of Alex in agony. "Alex!" The name tore from my lips, the scream echoing in my ears, its piercing intensity etched into my mind. It was a sound I had hoped never to hear again, a painful reminder of the battles we had fought, the sacrifices we had made.

I scrunched my whole face at him. “Don’t be gross” “You know we were married once, surely there’s—“ Regrettably, I turned up the volume of the radio. It was playing a song that physically made me almost slice my ears but it wasn’t nearly as bad as hearing Denver. He turned to me with a smirk across his lips and I tore my eyes off him to look out the car windows. God! It was going to be a very long night.

Stupid, I know. “Okay,” I whisper before she ends the call, and I turn up the music while I drive through the streets of New York. Once she gets in the car immediately, the music ends. She always turns the radio off because she does one of her live feeds things on I*******m to show off her boyfriend.

he warned, slamming the door shut. A cold smile crossed my lips the moment the lock turned. I immediately dropped to the floor, reached for the tiny microphone, and flipped the switch on the side. It was a compact radio transmitter. I prayed someone was monitoring the frequency on the other end. "Hello? Is anyone there?" I whispered into the device. Silence stretched for a terrifying moment. Then, static crackled. "Miss Moon. I see you discovered my parting gift." "Why didn't you mention it before you left?" I breathed.

I looked at Denver and he was just smiling nervously. Thirty minutes passed 11 and most of the people were in their drunken state. The DJ in front was playing upbeat music and they really added spice at the party. People were screaming and I could tell that they were really enjoying the event. I felt my phone vibrated and saw Brent’s message flashed on my screen. "I'm on my way," he informed. I smiled when I noticed the name he put on my contacts. I could still recall how his lips protruded when he saw his complete name on my contacts. He didn't like it that was why he changed it into "Baby,". Corny! To: Baby Hurry up and get me. (wink emoji)

Clinging onto this hope, I started to call his name out, blinking through the smoke and occasionally pausing to cough into my elbow. “HECTOR!” I screamed, feeling the strain pull at my vocal chords. “HECTORR!!” I must’ve shouted his name for close to a minute before his response finally came in through our mindlink. ‘Layla, are you there? Are you okay?’ His voice in my head came in soothingly like a balm, and before I could stop myself I let out a sigh of relief that traveled through my entire body. I assured him that I was okay, and after a beat had passed I asked him what was going on.

I realise it’s mine and pull it from my cut and look at the number and I don’t recognise it. “Hello.” I answer as I put it on loud speaker and I hear a scream. “DADDY!” my heart stops and I take a shuddering breath in. “REBEL, REBEL!” I shout when I hear a bone chilling laugh. “Hello, baby. It’s so good to hear your voice again.”