l'appel du vide (henry creel fanfiction)

004

trigger warning for abuse. the warning will start at the ***

Also this is very unedited. Let me know if something is wrong or I'm just completely missing something. I'm very tired.

stay safe <3

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A week later Amelia was hooked up to all sorts of equipment. Sensors on her chest to measure her heartbeat, two on each side of her forehead to measure her brain activity.

There were microphones to record the music she would soon play, and other equipment that would measure the amount of energy around the room and through her body.

Amelia stood in the center of the room while she was watched like cell under a microscope. She felt overwhelmed by the amount of attention and she hated it.

Peter stood guard in front of the door out and watched her struggle.

He knew she did not want to do this due to the amount of complaints he would get during her time in the rainbow room.

He hated seeing her so distressed but at the time there was nothing he could do about it.

Amelia would flinch at every sound and every buzz. She was beginning to become very overstimulated.

"Hey, can we maybe hurry it up please?" Amelia asked quietly.

Peter looked to Dr Brenner for approval before going up to the girl.

"Melia how are you feeling?" He asked knowing he would get an earful of her complaints.

"I'm fine."

Peter scrunched his face in confusion. "That's it? 'I'm fine.' No complaints from you?"

She just stood there with the violin and bow in her hands and shrugged. "Peter, I'm sorry. I'm just very overwhelmed right now. There are a lot of people that I don't know. I'm sorry."

Dr Brenner came over to give her a sense of relief. "No one will be in this room besides you."

Amelia's eyes flicked to meet with Peters.

Dr. Brenner sighed. "You do need an audience, I suppose. Peter make sure she doesn't run yes? Bad habit of doing that, this one."

Amelia scoffed at her father and tapped him with her bow. The doctor chuckled and ushered everyone out of the room.

It was finally just Peter and Amelia.

"I don't know what to play." Amelia said, still tense.

"Uh, how about this." Peter said walking over to the box of cassettes that held her favorite selection of classical music. "Play what you hear, copy it."

He pushed play and the first notes of Clair de Lune played through the room.

The second time the tune played she started playing. At first it was just the melody, but the longer she played the the more intricate her playing got.

Peter watched the girl play. He leaned against the wall and just watched.

With every bow stroke and every note of music, the energy around her changed.

The lights illuminated brighter than before and the emotion she put into the piece pulsed and seeped into the people in the observation room next to them and into Peter.

Hurt. Longing. Pain. Desire. Sadness. Lust. Anger. Grief.

And above all.

Love.