Chapter 2
"I wanna heal, I wanna feel like I'm close to something real..."-Linkin Park, "Somewhere I Belong" I felt uneasy going to the rendezvous point. But I was doing this for Dylan. She would want to discover the origin of the band. The problem was I didn't know what the meeting was about. I was torn regarding my decision. It was 10:45 p.m. and I've been lying in my bed for what seemed like an eternity. At least I didn't have to deal with nightmares this time around. And it was a school night. If my mother found out I snuck out of the house in the middle of the night, I'd be grounded for a month. The radio was still on with hushed voices singing. It might as well have been the calling of the spirits. I made my decision. I packed a few things to play it safe. I snuck out of my room and made it out of the house scot-free. I headed to my car and double-checked to see if I still had the note. It was in my pocket. Two minutes later, I got in my car and