Chapter 4 : Flashback to Better Times.

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When me and my sister got in the car I had a sad expression on my face, head leaned against the car window, ignoring everything and anything around me.

“Damian?” She said, After I didn’t respond she screamed “DAMIAN!” 

“Huh?”

“Are you okay?” 

I shrugged my shoulders.

“You seem…” she paused. “Depressed in a way.”

“Uh, yeah I'm fine, just something happened.”

“Like what?” my mom said suddenly, also curious, and eves dropping.

“Well.. okay. You know how I go after school to practice?” I asked, pushing my head off the glass window.

“Yea…” My mom said with a confused, but listening, tone.

“This guy, he’s new, came in and heard me play...” I stopped for a breath “He said something and I heard him. I dropped everything, ran and when I got to my locker I realized I was crying.”

“Oh sweetheart..” my mom said with empathy in her voice.

“Sooo, is he your new crushh~” my sister suddenly butted in, smirking at me.

“W-What?! Noo…”

“Oh my Irene you're a bad liar.” her face dropping.

“Shut it.” I said turning away blushing like a maniac.

I stared out the window again and lost my thought. I faintly heard my mom and sister snickering, but they made me feel better.

And a question popped into my head that I'd never forget.

“Do I like him? And If I do...does he like me back?”

Then everything went blank.

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“Daddy! Look, I found a caterpillar!”

“Huh? Good job Damian!”

“It’s so slimy!”

“Haha, it is..”

“I wanna keep him!”

“I don’t know buddy it-”

“Pwease”

“I can’t deny those puppy eyes. Ugh, fine.”

“Yay!”

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   The thought, that last memory of my dad, I think about it when I'm down. Six years ago he went into the military. A year after he left, they came to our house. I remember the look they had, pitiful and sad and I remember telling us he went, MIA, which at the time I didn’t know what that meant but when I did, It broke me. The guitar I play was his and it holds a special place in my heart. He’d used to play it to me to help me sleep or just for fun. Those were good times. Then I realized. I’d forgotten my guitar.
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