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crave.
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It's silent. Pure, serene silence. Nothing can be heard. Nothing can be seen. Nothing.
I'm surrounded by never ending darkness. All thoughts leave my mind as soon as I bring my instrument to rest just below my chin. I feel a sense of calm. A sense of belonging.
This feeling is not easy for me to gain, to feel. It does not come naturally to me; even when I try to convince myself it does. But when I play, boy, when I play, it's like I'm transported somewhere else. Somewhere happy. This place was so far away from the truth. My real life is anything but happy. But in this place, it was easy to pretend.
I take a deep, generous breath, closing my eyes. I play the first note, letting out the breath in a sigh.
The song starts off slow. I gently strum the cords with my bow, each note coming out perfect. Of course it would: I have done this a hundred times before, and I knew I'd do it a hundred times more. But I could never get sick of the sounds, the feeling, the energy that surges through my body whenever I play. The beautiful sounds fill my ears and vibrate throughout my body, making me sigh in content.
The music gets more intense. Chills take over my body. My hands move on their own; my fingers perfectly curve and move with each note.
As the suspense of the music builds, my body gets more and more tense. We are one, the violin and I. The music is my soul and my soul is only the music. The music helps me forget. The music is the only peace I've ever found in this godforsaken world. The only peace I've found in my goddamn mind.
I continue to play, as if it's the easiest thing in the world for me. I play faster; reaching the final climax of the song. The notes are perfect. My body moves naturally with the music, with each eager strum of the bow. The end nears and I brace myself for the final, soul-piercing note and when it arrives, my chest warms, and a smile lights up my face.
I've never been good with words. But with my violin and bow I can tell you anything, I can conjure the vast seas of emotion and tell them straight to your heart. The emotions of my violin travel the infinite space, for that part of me is immune to the bars of any cage. In this sound I am completely and utterly free. In this sound I can be myself.
I open my eyes slowly. Around me is no longer darkness, but the emptiness of my school's rarely-used theatre. I am met with the silence once again. Only this time, it is not pleasant. In this place, my mind is filled and overwhelmed. I prefer to be where the music is. In all honesty, I crave it.
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goodmorning/night/afternoon. how are you?
hello! i hope you enjoyed this prologue! btw in the future chapters i'm gonna make it in past tense, i just thought this would be a really cool start to the book, and it sounded good in present tense!
hope you all are good :)
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20/2/2023, 6:34 PM
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Hahn Solo: Sibelius Violin Concerto
(she doesn't play this whole thing, there's a 17 minute version on Spotify )
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