Delilah Pierce didn't have the best home life, and when in school she tended to blend in with the crowd. She didn't mind it though, she was perfectly content with her 2 friends and her brother.
But what happens when she comes back to her six year a...
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I don't remember much after that interaction with my father, the only thing I know is that somehow I ended up back in the music room, sitting on the piano chair just looking around, trying to feel Kay's presence.
My fingers grazed the keys with feather touch, my eyes closed on their own accord. I tried to press down on the keys but it was as if I physically couldn't, so I tried something different. I imagined James's hand under mine, giving me any sense of comfort I could find.
Taking a deep breath, I tried again, I rested my fingers on the keys and pressed down. The note hitting me square in the chest, the pain of old wounds as well as new ones opening.
My hands move on the piano with a mind of their own, filling the room with the most beautifully heartbreaking melody I've every heard. I pressed the keys so hard, my fingers hurt from the impact but yet I couldn't stop.
My breath started to become heavy and rapid with each note I played, I watched as my hands moved in lighting speed all over the piano. I didn't have any control over them and it sacred me, I don't know how I'm doing this.
A sound bang tipped my attention from the piano, making me stop abruptly. I looked at around and nothing, I was completely alone, maybe it was a ghost.
With a shaky breath, I rested my hands on the keys again. I thought about my father, about my mom, my brothers. Childhood memories came to the surface, the little amount of positive memories, and the negative ones.
I closed my eyes and breathed out - preparing myself, then I pressed the key.
"I was alone, left out in the cold
clinging to the ruin of my broken home"
My voice came out shaky, the pain evident on each word.
"Too lost and hurting to carry my load
We all need someone to hold"
The sound of the piano blended with my voice, creating the sound of hurt.
"I've been fighting the memory all on my own.
nothing washes, nothing grows"
Kay's pained face flashes though my eyes, digging the stake deeper in my heart.
"I know how it feels being by myself In the rain.
We all need someone to stay"
I pressed the keys harder, the pain of my hands helping me distract myself from the pain in my heart.
