She's The Artist

| Chapter 15: At Peace |

(Listen to song at the top!)

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After Sam had left about an hour ago, I've been thinking a lot. Like, a lot, a lot.

My life has been a wild one-one could say. And I would say the same. . . In some ways.

I know some people would say you just started life. But It feels like it's just ending. Like my tragic life story is about to take it's last verse in a song. It's last words. . . 

I feel like I've been through so many life experiences. The good and the bad. (Mostly the bad).

So much has happened that if I look back at all of it, it's too overwhelming. But at the same time with all of this. . .

There is still one thing missing. And I can feel it. 

I have no idea what it is, or how I'm supposed to find it. But I know, deep, deep down, that there is something worth still living for. That I should keep fighting for this. For this lost, almost non-existent feeling.

And that was my decision. . .

To keep fighting. Until the day I find it.  

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A thing that I haven't done in years, is play my favorite instrument.

The piano.

Now, I know it's not the most unique thing to play but it brings me peace.

Well used to. . . 

I haven't played since I last left home. And that was a long time ago. A time when my life was perfect.

I used to play for my family. Every Friday nights after dinner, I would make my way to the piano we had in our, or what I like to call it, second living room, and play. I would play and play and play until my fingers were on fire. Or when I was pulled away from it.

I remember this one Friday. I was ten and I hadn't had the chance to play the whole day. My fingers were inching to play. So, I got out of bed and made my way down the stairs. Once I made it down, I could feel the presents of the piano calling out to me. Like, it was speaking to me. Asking me where I was. I sat down and played my heart out that night. I played for hours. Almost like I was apologizing to the piano itself for not playing it that day. I hadn't notices that my brother was there for the last song I played. And only when I stopped, did he walk up to me and say,

"One day Alex, you will be the greatest pianist there is to walk this earth. And I'll be there when it happens." 

Well let's just say it was another promise that we couldn't do.

As I come back to reality, I found myself outside a lounge. It's a more fancier one then I'm used to so I had to dress up a little more.

As I walk to the back door like always, I find myself feeling something familiar about this building.

Once security let's me in, I make my way to the main area of the place.

This place is way bigger then I thought. 

I find myself rooming around for a little while since I did come here 2 hours early. But just before I head into the washroom, I spot two large closed doors.

I really shouldn't. . .

But I still did.

Making my way to the doors, I check to see if anyone is following me. Good, no one.