You Found Me

Chapter 1

       

Sangs POV

         I run my hand down the neck of Hummingbird, my guitar. I feel the bumps and swirls of the intricate design carved into it. I've had this guitar for forever. I recall the day I found it. I was 4, my growing blond hair floating after me as I raced into one of those small second-hand thrift shops to get clothes for school. I looked over and saw this beauty sitting there, strings tightly wound, the rose pattern leaving me breathless. I was on my knees begging for the guitar. It is only 20 dollars! PLEASE? My mom huffed but purchased it. Now I realize it was to get me to shut up. Back then I thought she had gotten it because she loved me.

        Love is a funny word. The definition doesn't even begin to describe it. It is when you would give your life for someone. You want the best for them, even if that means you getting the worse hand. You would fight anyone who dares to look at them meanly even though at heart, you wouldn't hurt a fly. Love is when you unconditionally care about someone close to your heart. Love is a rare and beautiful emotion that if it is true, can change your whole life. Trust me, I know it can.

        A tear slides down my pale cheek at the memories I'm stirring up. Why do I always think about it when I know it will just hurt? I brush the fallen tear away with the side of my thumb, mentally locking away all those memories again. It is time to get back to the present.

The bright lights of Mr. Stroufield’s office are familiar and harmful as always. I swear, that old man put in 2 billion Mega watt bulbs in this room. I take a sweep of my surroundings before I dive into my music. The pale robin egg wall was still the same, though the layout of the office was different. Two desks now clutter the room instead of one, each neatly organized. My section of the room is compiled of a laptop, mic, headphones, a stool, and a ledge for sheet music smashed in the corner. With my guitar resting on my thighs, its case spread out across the floor, I feel a familiar peace. Blank sheet music spilled out in front of me, like a blank canvas waiting to be painted, and the pick tightly clasped between my teeth. I am ready to release myself.

 For about 3 months before the end of the school year, Mr. Stroufield let me skip class whenever I wanted, come here and express myself in my music instead of how I was releasing myself beforehand. He was always kind and caring, especially when he found out about my.......issues. I click track one, scribbling down my last changes to my song. I stuff my pencil in my messy bun atop my head, grab the pick from in between my teeth and start strumming slowly. Balancing the guitar on my legs to free one hand, I slip on my headphones and loose myself to my newest song.

"You Found Me- The Fray"(Imagine Sang's Beautiful Angelic Voice)

[Verse 1]
I found God
On the corner of First and Amistad
Where the west
Was all but won
All alone
Smoking his last cigarette
I said, "Where you been?"
He said, "Ask anything".

[Verse 2]
Where were you
When everything was falling apart?
All my days
Were spent by the telephone
That never rang
And all I needed was a call
That never came
To the corner of First and Amistad

[Chorus 1]
Lost and insecure
You found me, you found me
Lyin' on the floor
Surrounded, surrounded
Why'd you have to wait?
Where were you? Where were you?
Just a little late
You found me, you found me

[Verse 3]
In the end
Everyone ends up alone
Losing her
The only one who's ever known
Who I am
Who I'm not, who I wanna be
No way to know
How long she will be next to me

[Chorus 2]
Lost and insecure
You found me, you found me
Lyin' on the floor
Surrounded, surrounded
Why'd you have to wait?
Where were you? Where were you?
Just a little late
You found me, you found me