What's a Heart to a Soul

1.11 Fight 2 B Right

I reached over and turned the music down, receiving a stern look from Devin, "Hey I was jamming to that!"

"I want to ask you something and it's a little hard when the music is louder than if we were right next to the speakers at a concert." I stated glaring right back at her.

She rolled her eyes before turning back to the road, "Fine what?"

"Would you maybe wanna go to my first ever show?" My face was bright red and I didn't even need to see it to confirm.

She glanced over, a confused expression on her face, "Your first show?"

"Yeah, well," I nervously twirled my hair around my finger looking out the window "Anna sort of helped me record a song and then a few more and I finally got a place to agree to let me perform there."

A moment of silence passed before she yelled out, "Oh my god Blake that's amazing! How on earth have I not heard a single one of these songs?"

"I haven't played them for you and they're only on SoundCloud, not even under my name." I shrugged as I looked over, seeing a smile on her lips.

She glanced over at me more seriously than I've ever seen her, "I need you to play me a song, right now."

"I uh, okay I guess." I mumbled out nervously as I pulled out my phone and loaded up the app.

I grabbed the aux and unplugged her phone before replacing it with mine and clicked one of the songs I had recorded.

"Please don't judge me." I mumbled over hiding my face with my hands.

"I would never." She stated before turning up the volume, the deep electric bass vibrating through us before it slowed to a rhythmic synth.

I closed my eyes letting the beat carry me away until it grew faint. I felt a wet warmth on my hand and I instantly looked down to see a bloody hand on mine. My eyes went wide as I looked up and saw the demented figure, the same bloody gash in her head as in a distant memory.

"Are you really capable of forgiving this?" She used her free hand to point to her head, "You did this."

I pulled my hand out of her grasp, blood coursing through my veins as my heart picked up it's pace, "I would never, ever hurt anyone."

"You did," She looked me up and down "and you have."

She snapped her fingers and I now sat in Devin's kitchen, a bunch of children gathered with me as a young Devin unwrapped her birthday gifts. I looked down at my hands and the blood was now gone leaving the tiny hands of a child.

"Oh my gosh I love it!" Devin's tiny voice giggled as she held up a new softball glove with black leather and red stitching.

I tried to shake my head to clear the memory from view but I was just transported out to the backyard where we all now stood around a colorful piñata. I looked once again at my hands and now saw Devin's metal baseball bat loosely clenched in my tiny grip.

"Here I'll help you with the blind fold." Devin mumbled as she concentrated on tying it around my forehead and then slipping it down to cover my eyes.

She grabbed my shoulders, spinning me three times before gently nudging me forward.

All the kids started yelling for me to whack it and I wound up before taking a clumsy, miscalculated swing. I felt contact and smiled as I fell to the ground. I giggled as I pulled up the blindfold and now saw Devin on the ground beside me, clutching her mouth. Her lip was bleeding and the piñata was hanging over us like a dark omen, still perfectly intact. My heart sank and the bat dropped with it, the scene fading out as the blood shot eyes and bloody face had me crawling out of my skin as I jumped back.