𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐀 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍 is a selective mute. Ever since her mother died, she felt like life was hopeless. That she didn't deserve love. Her father is never home. Her step-brother uses any excuse to hit and punish her and her stepmother is too ob...
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T R E B L E C L E F "I am out with lanterns looking for myself." -Emily Dickinson ________________________
Delicate and soft hands trailed gently over the white keys. Her well manicured fingers touched the coldness of the plastic, picking up a little dust from how long it's been since she's even looked at it.
The old Polaroid photo of a young woman holding onto her tiny daughter who wore a white dress with pink flowers on it. In the tiny girl's hands was a wooden plaque with the words 'Riverside's Primary Academy Talent Show Award' engraved in it.
Izabela pressed down on the key gently, the low F note falling dull in the quiet room. She sucked in a breath and pressed her thumb on the G note lightly, and let her pinky subconsciously press down on the C note.
She alternated her fingers until she realized she was playing the infamous tune.
A image of how her mother looked sitting in the front row next to her Father invaded her mind. They both looked proud of her, the smiles on their face gave Izabela the confidence to let herself get carried away by the music.
Izabela bit her bottom lip gently, her lavender eyes glossed over as she abruptly stoped her movements. Her hands hovered over the personal keyboard as it shook slightly.
"I..." She whispered, her lips quivering. I can't do it—I can't. She voiced in her head, which cursed her with memories.
She tightly closed her hands into a fist and placed them on her lap. She hasn't touched her keyboard since her mother had died. It felt wrong and she feared her mother was yelling at her from beyond the grave to stop.
To stop playing their song when she wasn't even there to listen.
Izabela glanced out her window, her eyes catching the sight of the cloudy early morning. She was dreading going to school today. Verena was still suspended but the date for her early graduation seemed to be getting further and further away.
She wanted to be done with the petty high school drama and apply to university so she could leave.
And it's not like she didn't like it here, she just needed a change.
And maybe that included being away from Zion, Melissa, and her father.
Her blacked case phone vibrated against the surface of her keyboard, and her lavender eyes snapped to it, picking it up.
Lavi💕: I'm outside
Lavi💕: Also Vincent fell asleep in my backseat so make sure you be extra loud
Lavi💕: Oh god he's snoring 🙄
A smile fell on Izabela's lips. She sat up from the black stool and grabbed her bag swinging it over her shoulders.
