Life's Lyrics

Chapter Seven

Saturday, November 2

95 days till the release day of the album

Number of songs written: 1

It has been a week now; I haven't been able to write a song since the night with Spencer, as he hasn't touched a guitar since then either. "B, can you please pass the jam," Lyla says, I nod and hand it to her. I look around the table at the people I am surrounded by, and I know that I am loved and that they would do anything to protect me if Sebastian ever showed up here. I know that my choice not to tell them is the right one to make. I smile to myself and shove another piece of pancake in my mouth; just as I do I hear the next-door neighbour's dog bark. Spencer shakes his head and smiles, because he knows what I'm going to do. I race out the door and spot the postman, "Hi," I say breathlessly. Since I was a child, I had always wondered why no one ever went to meet the postman, they did put some of the most important things in our mail boxes, didn't they deserve a little recognition. The old postman smiles and hands me the post directly, "Hello, Blair. How's your breakfast?" This is our usual verbal exchange. "Great thanks, Vick" I smile, "Have a nice day and thank you," I turn around to head back inside, "Oh and this one," He says passing me another letter. One for me, I thought as I walk inside. My smiles fades and everything drowns out all I can hear is my heart beating in my ears. "Blair?" Spencer says looking at me, "Yeah?" I shake my head to clear it.
"Are you okay; you look sick?" Lyla says.
"Yeah sweetie are you okay," My mother asks.

I hear them all start to talk to each other; I can't speak so I run to my room and read the letter again.

Blair,

I finally tracked you down, not that hard actually. I'm not coming to get you, I've decided that another punishment is suitable. Don't worry it's not going to hurt one bit.

-Sebastian

My heart thumps in my chest so loudly that I don't hear the footsteps on the stairs. "Blair," I hear Lyla say from the doorway. I squeeze my eyes shut and nod to her. "We are going shopping," She declares, I smile despite the situation. She has always been like this; she doesn't push it, she waits until I'm ready to talk. I nod and smile a little more grabbing my coat. "I do have to get some clothes for the photoshoot I have scheduled," Lyla nods and smiles lightly, playing with a chain hanging from her neck. I will have to ask her about that later, I haven't seen her take it off so it must mean something.

"What about this one?" Lyla says holding a sparkly black dress up. When I don't reply she shakes it in front of my face, "B, if you want to find a dress you actually have to look," The girl in black skinny jeans and a band t-shirt looks back at me and my eyes flick to the dress Lyla holds. I can't shake the feeling that everyone is watching me. I must be paranoid. I shake my head, "No way, I want a simple dress," I say deciding on a style, "And no sparkles." I glance back at the girl just as her eyes flick away, she takes one look at me and then drops the dress she is holding on the ground and walks out. I pull out a green dress and Lyla pulls a face at it. I glance back at the dress on the ground and decide to walk over to it, "That's pretty," She says from behind me, "but the question is how much is it?" She laughs lightly. I smile and fumble with the tag. Correction. Note.

Oh so you noticed her did you, there is going to be plenty more people looking at you.

I grit my teeth and slide the note back into the dress. "Too expensive," I say bluntly, while shoving the dress back on the rack and walking out of the shop. I hear her shuffled steps as she rushes after me, "You didn't even try anything on?" She says sadly reaching for her necklace again. I spot a young girl point at me and whisper something to another girl. I look to my left and a man's glance flickers away, to my right a woman with children watches me. What is it? What has he done? What have I done to deserve this? The mall starts to spin, all the glances from different people begins to blur into one person's face laughing at me. Maybe I can never escape the fate determined by my enemy. I cringe as the silence becomes unbearable; somehow, the silence is worse than the whispering. It's almost like a nightmare in the darkness except worse because it is in broad daylight. My mind is fuzzy and I can't seem to clear it, I shake my head countless times but instead I collapse into a bundle on the ground. A bundle of despair, a bundle of fear and a bundle of broken pieces.

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