Reckless -Niall Horan FanFic

Chapter 5

Tracy led my up the carpet stairs to a pale yellow bedroom. It smelled of old people and dust. This wasn’t going to be a pleasent stay.

“The bed is freshly made, please make yourself at home,” Tracy handed me what I assumed to be a house key, then walked out of my new bedroom. “I’ll leave your medication in the medicine cabinet in the bathroom, make sure you take all four pills before breakfast and after dinner,” She seemed nice, it was a weird feeling.

I sat on my bed, took a deep breath in, then let it out while letting my back fall onto the bed. What will I do after I get out of here? I thought. I had no friends, barely any money, and my step-dad never re-enrolled me into high school when I was forced to move into his house. I wasn’t even an adult yet and I knew I was going to end up like James, the homeless man who was eager to sit on the bench outside of Mike’s House of Tone.

I looked at the clock and it read 1:00pm. I decided I better go job hunting, so I tossed my jacket over my shoulders and headed down the stairs and out the door without a single word to the family gathered in the kitchen. My stomach still ached, but the pain killers really helped.

I decided to head to my favorite music shop. My sister tried to teach me how to play guitar, and since she’s gone now, I was determined to teach myself. When she left us, I was given her guitar. I cherished it, every single curve and string. I got quite good with the guitar, but then Brett got into one of his moods and smashed the one thing I had left of my sister.

I opened the door to the shop as a little bell rang across the store. Mike, who sat at the front desk, gave me a little smile and a sly hand wave. I repeated the same action as I went to the back of the store. I traced my eyes up and down the wall that was scattered with guitars. I noticed one acoustic that looked too familiar, so I got the ladder and took it off the wall. I scanned it, the design around the hole in the guitar was the same as my sisters. I couldn’t believe it. I sat down and began to strum the guitar. I started to play Snow by The Red Hot Chili Peppers. My sister, Abby, and I would sing this song together when my dad ran out on us and when my mom got into the alcohol. The Chili Peppers are my favorite band. Anthony Kiedis, the lead singer, dealt with the most obscene childhood and experienced more adult things when he was 10, than most young adults. I read his autobiography, Scar Tissue, and was given a whole new perspective on new situations. He was such an inspiring person.

As I was fingerpicking the melody, I felt as though I was being watched. But, I was too absorbed by the memories about my mother and sister to even care, so I didn’t bother searching for the eyes that were locked on the way a picked at the guitar.

I hummed the last verse of the song, then hung the guitar back up onto the wall. I stood there, all the memories floating into my head. I felt a warm substance crawl down my cheek, I wiped it away and faced the fact that I would never be able to afford that guitar. Despite the fact that I knew I was never going to be able to afford it, I walked to the front desk and asked how much money the guitar was.

“$195.95,” Mike looked as though he hadn’t shaved in months. “Sorry sweetie,” he was very sympathetic, he knew what i’ve been through and always helped me out when I needed him the most. Him and my mother were good friends, so we both mourned together.

“Oh okay… Nevermind then,” I mumbled as I turned quickly away from the checkout area.

As I turned I face planted into someones chest. I man stood about a head taller than me. He had blond hair, and broad shoulders. “Sorry!” I pulled away from him as he gave a slight smile. I think he noticed the tear falling down the side of my face, but I bolted out of there before he could say anything