The strings we found in the darkness

I am the wind

Matteo POV-

"Darren, man. She's awesome."
"What'd the girl do now?" Darren responds.
"She complimented me." I brag.
"Right, well told you I'm one with the ladies, I'll help you anytime you need." He elbows my arm.
This feeling was such a drug I-
"We've got band practice now get your head out the clouds." Darren rolled his eyes. That snaps me awake.
"Right, yeah." I mumble.
Winona should be in her class right now.
Maybe I'll see her later.
I caught up to Darren,
"Oh yeah you dyed your hair purple didn't you?" I reminded myself.
"Are you blind dipshit. No way!" He laughs.
I roll my eyes.
Me and Darren have always been like this,
I wasn't always confident. I still don't really think I am.
It sounds stupid but, besides from my other bandmates he's one of the best friends I've ever had. Not one of- the best.
Late nights in the back of his truck in a carpark in a park no-one remembers the name of, just chatting and writing lyrics.
We had another friend, I don't like to touch up on it.
But in hindsight Darren fought alongside me. Even when the world was drowning me out he stayed a true friend. And for that, I take his banter with a smile, knowing I'll never appreciate a platonic love more than I do right now. He's also the band's drummer.
There's no music without a beat.

Winona POV-

This Lecture is dragging , so long.
I feel like I could go unconscious at any moment, the world was dull. Lifeless, everything is drained of colour, of it's light. Biology is a fun subject.
If you're passionate about it.
But everything I write, the words mix around.
The words don't make sense. They never did.
This is not who I want to be, I don't want to be a surgeon.
"Money over passion."
"Money doesn't make you happy."
Two quotes scavenging for victory inside my head all the time.
I can never catch a break, ever.
Ocular mobility. Name the parts of the eye.
Cornea.
Pupil.
Iris.
Retina.
Optic nerve?
What's the rest, what's the rest.
There are around fourteen parts of the human eye. I know four.  Biology was never my strong suit.
It was for my dad. It's never the same for me though.
My leg, bouncing, incessantly. That's the, gastrocnemius muscle, in the calf?
My eyebrows burrow, creating a constant state of stress and tension in my skin.
But it's not only on the surface level, it's from within.
Winona, Winona.
Look around, the girl there.
A girl tapping her pen, her fingers switching between as she taps each end of the pen.
Flexor... digitorum.
FUCK.
I feel my muscles tension.
My eyebrows furrowing closer together closing distance inducing the headache I feel.
This is so much. I can't. I can't do this. Dad I can't do it I'm sorry. You're smart I know. I'm not. I don't know. I don't know what's going on. I DON'T KNOW WHATS GOING ON. GIVE ME A BREAK. GIVE ME A GODAMN BREAK.

"Winona." My mother gleams.
One year ago I sat on my chair in the dining room.
The dinner was- salmon.
High in omega-3 fatty acids, proteins, vitamin D.
Good for immune system support.
Good for Bone health.
YES. GOOD!
It had a side of Quinoa.
High in fibre. Minerals such as magnesium and phos-phos? Phosphe- SCREW IT.

"Winona how are your study's coming along?" My mother cheers.
I sliced the salmon.
"They're good, I find somethings confusing, but aside from that I'm fine."
"Oh well that's good! Just keep working hard." She again cheers.
"Got any hobbies?" My brother, Andrew cuts her off.
"Well I guess I like to" I couldn't get my words out.
"She hasn't got time for hobbies you know this Andrew. She's not a failure like you." My dad looks down sternly and places a piece of salmon in his mouth.
"You're a dropout, Andrew. You shouldn't be on this table right now. Pizza Delivery boy instead of a surgeon? Who do you think you are?" Father scowls.
My poor brother.