Forgotten Music

Protect and Destroy

      "Untake this heart."

— Maroon 5, Unkiss Me

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Protectand Destroy

  
    I HEAR clapping and whip my head to see a woman, probably in her mid-forties, leaning against the door frame. She pushes of her position and walks to me with a big smile on her face.

      "Hi!" She says cheerfully. She has jet black hair and grey eyes, laugh lines making their way around her happy and bright eyes, "My name is Kelly Osborn but please refer to me as Mrs. K. And I am your music teacher."

      "Good afternoon, Mrs. K," I say politely and put down my violin to shake her hand.

      "You're being too formal but I'm willing to overlook that right now because I am about ready to bounce through the roof with excitement!"

      I can see in her eyes how much she enjoys her job and her life. And I wish I wish I wish to experience some of that. Take a bite out of happiness and savor it.
      Maybe, I don't deserve happiness. Maybe, this is my destiny.

      Sometimes, I'd like to think I'm insane. I think of things I want to do and what I'm willing to do for those things but then I think—no, I know I don't deserve anything at all.

      Sometimes, I think I'm dying. And that it's because of these walls. All I see are walls walls walls walls. Inside my head, inside my body, inside my voice. It's everywhere. And sometimes they start to close in on me and I want to shout for help but I can't can't can't. I want it to stop but it won't.

      And then it stops just before it strangles me and it moves far far far away and I'm left paranoid, thinking of when it'll close in on me again.

      But I know that it's my fault. I built those walls. Nurtured and developed them until they became my own nightmare. And yet, I still hold on to them and cling to them like a lifeline.

      "... ain't that great?" I only catch the last of what Mrs. K was saying.

     "Wait, what?" I blush because she laughs as if she knew that I was never really listening to her, "Sorry." I say sheepishly.

     "Don't worry, I was like that too when I was younger," she says with a nostalgic smile on her elegant face.

      For a couple seconds we just stand there staring at each other and only break it when we hear a few students coming in.

     "Let's all sit you down, yeah?" She says to all of us in the room and tells us we can sit anywhere. I look around, as well as the others. There were no desks just a neat arrangement of 40 chairs and in front of each was a music stand in the center of the room. I choose a chair at the last row and is at the right hand side so I'd only have one seatmate.

     Once I get settled, I look around much more thoroughly. All the instruments were pushed to the sides of the room, some even hanging on the wall, it was arranged by family so it was easy to navigate through it.

      In front of the room with a white board behind it, was a lone teacher's desk.

      Everyone who has friends drive into a conversation, giving the room a slight hum of chatter while people like me are just toying with their instruments.

     Mrs. K waits until the bell rings before she hops out of her swivel chair, "Okay class," she gives out a loud and very high-pitched whistle that hushes everyone, "Settle down. C'mon now."

     She looks around until she's satisfied and introduces herself then she starts calling out our last names names in alphabetical order. After she finishes, she sighs and shakes her head slightly in amusement which confuses me, "Looks like we're enough for a class. Any questions?"

     Each class has exacty 40 students but there are still a couple chairs that are empty so my curiosity heightens even more.

     A girl in the middle shoots her hand up and stands when Mrs. K acknowledges her, "Aren't we supposed to be 40 in a class? Why are there two empty seats?" She sits back down.

     "Good question, sugar plum. Truthfully, I really don't know but if worst comes to worst, I wouldn't let a couple of tardy students rule over my period with you so we'll pretend we're  complete, okay?" She adds a cheeky grin after and low chuckles can be heard throughout the room.

     Eventually the class continues without a hitch and even though I love the teacher and the subject, my mind drifts of to those beautiful times when.

© SecretDiamond

Hey guys! So sorry it's soooo short :(( i have their whole lives mapped out in my head but i simply can't type it down, let alone organize it into a half decent chapter. Aside from that, i'll be going on vacation for a week, starting tomorrow so this'd be the last chapter for this story for A WHILE so don't fret. Maybe this vacation will do the trick to my (for the lack of better words) writer's block. :333