Broken Me

She's A Lady

"Did you scream enough to make her cry?"

                                                                                            ~She's A Lady by Forever The Sickest Kids

     Last nights dream seemed like a distant memory when I awoke the next day. It was another glorious day. Yeah, right. Alex had woken up screaming demanding Oliver, and repeatedly smacked me like the piece of dirt I felt like. I initially told her to knock it off, but when she got louder and louder, I started to fall apart again.

     "Why are you screaming at me? What did I do? What? What's wrong?" I asked, blinking away another round of tears. I didn't wanna cry, I couldn't cry. Sam heard the break in my voice and quickly took Alex away from me shushing her for making me cry. There was a deep ache in my chest, and right now nothing could fix it. I just needed to calm down. I pulled on a jacket over my pjs, told Sam and Alex I'd be back, and left.

     I wasn't like Kylie, they knew I wouldn't get upset and leave the second something didn't go away. I gripped the steering wheel of my car, the radio was loud and shaking the car. I had the windows rolled up, it was only about eight o'clock on a Sunday, I didn't want to ruin some kid's weekend. Running my fingers through my knotted hair, I realized I probably looked like shit.

     "Oh well!" I told myself, stepping on the gas peddle. I knew where I was going, I'd traveled down this road many times as a child and young adult. When everyone told me I was so damn special, so together. If only they knew, they'd feel the same way. Nothing was perfect.

     Everyone thought Kylie had it bad, being an orphan raised by her aunt and uncle. However, at least they cared about her, she was the one always pushing them away. She pushed everyone away, thought she didn't need others around her. Personally, I think she had it bad, but we were in the same boat in a sense.

    My parents didn't believe in divorce, just shouting matches twenty four seven about their "gifted" daughter. About money. About school. About everything, every part of our lives they'd speculate under a microscope and argue. Pick it apart and smash everything when it finally felt like something was right. Piano practice every day from the time school let out until seven at night. Mess up once and you just might not get dinner.

     "Practice makes perfect," I hissed, glaring into the mirror. It was boarder line abusive all the work they'd make me do. I've had an agent my whole life, been pulled from school to do concerts, and traveled around the whole globe to satisfy them. The farthest I've gone is Beijing, China. When I told them I'd raise Alex they threw a fit. It ended with a police call and a pan of grease thrown at my back.

     I was lucky, I had missed most of it. And by most I mean I only had the splatter, there were small circle shaped burns all over me back. They weren't noticeable unless you really look, but they were there. Since then I had legally changed my name from Rosabella to just Rose and taken out a restraining order against my parents.

    They haven't seen me since the court date. I sighed with relief as the building came into focus. It blended in with every other trashy town in LA, but the plastic banner was a warm welcome. "Jasey's Music Store". I had a small studio in the back, where I'd play to relax myself. I was known well enough to make a classical music career, but with Alex I had other responsibilities.

     I still got out every once and awhile to refresh and maybe a small concert or two. That was all, no traveling like when I was younger. I jumped out of the car, the familiar gravel crunching under my feet. The store was a faded yellow color with an assortment of musical instruments hanging in the window. The door was open slightly. Jasey's was always open. Shoving open the door, I saw the employee, Jace, try and put out his cigarette.

     "Jace! What did I tell you?" I exclaimed, glaring at him. Jace was only barely eighteen, he had picked up on the nasty habit from his father. His long brown hair hung in his eyes as he tried not to look at me. I groaned, already frustrated this early in the morning. I walked over to him and snatched the pack away from him. Then, I took out all of the cancer sticks and snapped them in half before dumping it into the trash.

     "You did not just do that!" Jace exclaimed, his mouth hanging open. I smiled at him, he was a pretty boy, smoking would ruin him. His hazel eyes were wide, a beautiful brown swirled with green. The pair of sweats he was wearing had "UCI" screaming on it in gold and red letters. He was a runner, and you could tell from his figure.

     "You're lucky I don't tell Jasey!" I snapped, going towards the back to play. My nerves kicked in again as I hoped I hadn't forgotten anything. It had only been a week, but after being drilled to practice five hours a day, you always did. I opened the creme colored door, revealing the neon green walls. I smiled, the piano was a baby grand, originally white. I say originally because my friends here had gotten it for my and them proceeded to graffiti the heck out of it for my birthday.

     I dropped my bag in one corner of the room before I sat on the bench. I lifted up the top and stared down at the keys expectantly. As if they'd speak. I began to play, starting off slow before falling back into a familiar pattern.

     Without noticing, I had closed my eyes. Just feeling the music coming from the piano. The deep and high sounds were welcome, calming. Soothing like a mother's lullaby. When I stopped, I realized it was already twelve in the afternoon. 

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A/N: Hey again! No clue what chapter this is but it's another short one. I wanted to finally get to Jasey's, because it'll play a bigger part later :) So comment, vote, read! Until the next chapter