The Ghost of You

Chapter 2 - Saahar's POV

My biggest issue was getting home on time. Ever since my dad allowed me to drive myself to school, I always let the freedom go over my head. I had to be home before dinner. 

Dinner was always at 6 pm every day. School finished at 3:30, meaning I had two and a half hours to get home. Despite that much time, I was more late than on time. That was mainly because once I got to the music room after lessons ended, it took me a while to leave.

When I got home that day, I was ten minutes late. I parked up at the front of the gravel driveway closest to the door. My family home was a two-storey building designed with both modern and traditional elements. The exterior was a combination of rich brick and crispy white stucco in the centre where the second floor was centred with a clear glass wall.

When I got to the entrance, I slowly climbed up the black marble stairs to the large wooden doors. I fished out my keys from my bag before quietly opening the door. As I peeped my head through the doorway, I was blinded by the bright artificial ceiling lights. I stepped into the luminescent house, quietly closing the door behind me.

I paced over to the white marble spiral staircase that stood opposite the door. As it wasn't wooden like most stairs, it meant that my footsteps couldn't be heard. As the adrenaline pumped through my veins, I stumbled slightly, hitting one of the many frames that decorated the wall of the stairs. I quickly caught the frame before it hit the floor and informed my parents of my arrival. I placed it back on the wall before running towards my room.

My room was located at the end of the corridor on the second floor, right next to my father's office. Once I had successfully entered my room, I jumped on my bed and let out a loud sigh.

Though mid-sized, my room had a unique charm with its beige soft carpet and pearl-white walls. Behind the bed, pink velvet rolls added a touch of sophistication. In the centre stood my queen-sized bed, adorned with five large pillows and a soft pink throw. 

Sleek LED mirrors flanked the bed, providing ambient light. On the right, a glass-fronted wardrobe showcased my clothes and accessories, reflecting the room's soft lighting. A chandelier resembling cascading petals hung from the ceiling, adding a focal point of elegance. The room was a perfect blend of comfort and style.

As I relaxed on the bed, I heard rustling coming from the left-hand side. I quickly sat up and looked down at the floor. There I saw my white cat playing with one of his fish toys. I smiled, happy to see him. My cat was called Amay. He was a stray cat that I had adopted when I was ten.

 My father hated having a pet in the house however, like I did, my mother quickly fell in love with him and fought for us to keep him. Seeing Amay was the one thing I looked forward to on my way home. Like playing music, Amay always made me feel calm. I picked him up and cuddled him tightly before closing my eyes.

After a while, I pulled my phone out of my bag to scroll through my socials. While I was on Instagram, I stumbled over the same advert that had caught my attention the whole week. There were going to be auditions for the biggest record label in the country - Wrentown. It was my dream to be signed to that label. Anyone who was signed became a number-one selling artist within a month of signing with the label. Every time I came across the advert, I'd stare at it for over five minutes contemplating my options. I don't know why I did- I had no options, my father would never allow me.

Even though I thought I was out of trouble, my moment of relaxation didn't last long. I suddenly heard my door slam open. As I sat up, I turned to see my father standing angrily at my doorway. His thick brown eyebrows were raised as anger controlled his body. He was still dressed in his pressed black suit despite the fact he had finished work over an hour ago. He always told me it was improper to wear your outdoor clothes for longer than 5 minutes. However, it looked like he was not longer following his own customs that day.