Twisted Rumours (Twisted series fanfiction #2)

1. SOFIA VOLKOV

Fuck it!

Fuck it !

Why can't I find the right chords for this song?

For the last two hours, I have been sitting in Valhalla's piano room, trying and failing to find the right chords for my new song on the piano. And I am tired of this. I've tried every combination possible, but nothing seems to sound right. I want my song to sound light but powerful, low but appealing , and I am determined to make it happen. But I think I should take some rest and come back with fresh ears to try again. I'm confident that with some rest and fresh ears, I'll finally achieve the sound I've been searching for.

Also, stress is not good for my poor heart. I got a rare heart disease when I was twelve and had to go through three open heart surgeries. I remember how much stress I gave everyone during that time period. I was healing after that, and doctors said that there were fair chances if I were to take care of my health properly, I would be as healthy as I was before. But that never happened. After my then friend died because of me, and due to the grief, I was diagnosed with broken heart syndrome. It's usually temporary, but in my case, it went on for a long time until it was evident that I could not heal fully again. So, now, if I engage myself in emotionally draining situations, my heart physically hurts. The most recent experience was when I fainted due to extreme panic at Lia's bachelorette party.

This is why I decided to pursue music as my profession. Making music brings me peace and happiness, knowing many people will find happiness listening to my creations. Music is my therapy and my way of healing from the past. It allows me to express myself in a way that words cannot, and it brings me a sense of purpose and fulfillment that I have not found elsewhere.

I huff and get up to leave the room and come back later to find what I seek. The moment I was going to open the door, my phone buzzed. I picked up my phone from my purse and saw Emma calling me. Is something wrong?

"Hello, Emma." I answered, my heart racing with concern.

"Good evening, Ms. Volkov. I wanted to talk to you about Stacy." My heart sank at the mention of Stacy's name.

Emma's voice sounded serious, and I braced myself for whatever news she was about to deliver. "What's going on with Stacy?"

"She is doing fine. Physically. But she keeps asking for you and her sister. She refuses to eat anything and won't talk to anyone. You need to come."

I felt a wave of relief knowing Stacy was physically okay, but the worry about her emotional state weighed heavily on me. Without hesitation, I told Emma I would be there as soon as possible.

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My heart pounded as I knocked on the door of Stacy's house. Somehow, this place reminds me of the old memories that I want to forget, but I think that's my punishment for always being a nuisance to others when they have only been nice to me.

SHUT UP SOFIA. IT'S NOT TIME TO PLAY GUILT GAMES.

The door creaked open, revealing Emma's warm, elderly face. She has taken care of Stacy for seven years. She is a nurse and needed work to provide for her daughter's graduation fees. I needed someone who had the passion to take care of a 14 year-old orphan girl, and she was perfect for the job. So I hired her, and I sponsored her daughter's whole studies as her salary. I give her money so she can buy what is needed for the house, so Stacy can have everything. As time passed, Stacy became just like her child, and now she cares for her with her whole heart.

"Did anything go off with her home tutor?" I asked as I stepped into the cozy house, consisting of two bedrooms, a hall, a kitchen, and a bathroom. It had a little backyard too, where Audrey loved to garden. My heart clenched when I remembered Audrey, a person who was always caring for others rather than herself.