Lost Cause

Music to my Soul

Melissa's Point of View

I finished up on some history homework as I hear the door ring. I check the clock and know that it must be Lauren. Well, I didn't exactly exect her to show up, but I am glad she did, I wouldn't be able to do this all on my own. "Hello Lauren" I said giving her the warmest smile i could. A simple hi was all she responded with. "So what have you done so far?" she asked. "oh, I have the blueprints and measurements, all we need to do is make it, and write the forces and measurements in a final draft." She hadn't been paying attention to anything I said. Instead she was more interested in averting her eyes all around my house staring at the neatly hung family portraits, my tidy room space, and the the gigantic mirror closet. When she finished staring at everything, she got up. "What's wrong" I asked puzzled. She walked down the hall into my family's pale yellow bathroom. She just walked in and stared at everything she could see. She walked out just like before. She walked into every room seeing my parents in the process. They were colors too, my dad was a red, and my mother a purple. After that we went into my brothers room, and I introduced her to him. they hit off pretty well. My brother like the rest of my family was a color. He was a blue. After an hour of introductions we fell upon the last room, it was the office. It held a small piano with books strewn all over it. She then spoke to me after all this time "do you play?" "A little," I replied hesitantly. She sat down at the seat. "Can you play something for me?" I didn't know what to say so I replied with a little nod. I took my seat, took in a deep breath and started playing all the good songs I knew. She watched my fingers as if mezmorized by the music that they were creating. I played on, letting the feeling of the music flow through me playing each note presicely as I had been taught. Once I had finished with the last song I knew she spoke again. "Do you want to create a song togerther?" "alright" I said. I went and grabbed a peice of paper and a pencil. I handed it to her. "What should we title it?" she said. "Be my Anchor" "okay" I started by playing some chords and figuring out which would fo best with our melody. Lauren came up with most of the lyrics as we played the song over and over again trying to make every part of it just right. After we had finished, she got up and folded the piece of paper with the song written on it and handed it to me. " I have to go" she said quickly. I noded. "I'll walk you out." I brought her to the door and let her walk off. She was so strange and mysterious, the connection between us was there but I could't figure out what it meant. What was it supposed to mean? I was so confused, but I walked back inside pushing the thought aside so I could finish the rest of my homework.

Laruen's Point of View

I walked off, I didn't know what to do. I never had heard music since I lost my color. When she played the piano, I felt so free. Like I was never defined as a thing, as if I was just nothing and everything at the same time, I felt real, not in a life or death way, but in a way that I can not put into words. I wonder if she considers me her friend. Wait, no, of course not. I've hurt her, the darks that I know have hurt her. She would never want to be friends with me after the way that I have treated her. I treated her like dirt, as if she was below me, as if she was less than everyone else. I need to aplogize, but how. This is all so confusing. I got so wrapped up in my thoughts that I hadn't realized I was home. I looked up at my house that had looked absolutely nothing like hers. I walked through the door and saw the grand piano that I had. I brushed my fingers on each of the keys sitting down on the bench remembering the song that we wrote together smiling to myself at the memory of it. For some reason when I was with her, I felt like I had my color back during the good old days. When mostly everyone was happy and I used to love to read romance novels and wrote poems, but most of all I had missed the music I used to listen to and play. I started to feel a tear flow down my cheek. I had missed those things. But things were better this way, right? I started to sing and play the song we made. I let the tears flow as I let the memories come back. Of how everyone had left me after they had become a dark. I was lost and alone then. No friends, they all left me even though they said they wouldn't. I became one of them later on, a black. I remember the feeling when I came home. My wrist burning, my color becoming dimmer and dimmer. A black mark taking its place. I finished the song. I looked up at the ceiling and whispered out. "Why"