Craving

(Chapter 7)

Chapter 7

I run my fingers softly across Aunt Hope's piano, thinking of only music. This piano is so old, has so much history. I remember seeing my grandmother play 'Greensleeves' from this exact one, and her teaching it to me. I mimed the pushing of the keys, not making a sound. My mind keeps wondering aimlessly and unwilling back to his music...Aidan's music. He is making me want to write again... Delilah used to love it when I wrote songs and sang for her, she told me I was a 'soon to be musician'.

            Maybe I should write about beauty for a change. Instead of darkness, light. How is it that I've only heard Aidan's singing once and now I'm crazed wondering on how I could make myself happier? I bit my lip and laid a sheet of paper on the coffee table, taking a pen in my hands. So now I can begin writing...

 *****

"Everything is said to be for a reason, a reason we may never know. But when you touched my heart that day, everything seemed to glow. Now when I look at the birds fly, and watch the clouds float on by. I know the reason... That sounds really, really stupid," I muttered, "I wanted to write something beautiful and meaningful, and it comes out like crap!"

            I took a seat next to Tristan on my couch as he took a sip of lemonade Aunt Hope just made. He shook his head, "No, no it's not stupid. I mean have you felt this?" He took the sheet of paper for emphasis.

            "What do you mean?" I asked, confused.

            "Have you felt the emotions you are portraying in these lyrics?"

            "Well, yes."

            "Recently?"

            I looked down at my hands and muttered, "Uh huh..."

            Looking down at the paper again, he sighed, "It's Aidan isn't it?" I bit my lip, "Oh god, Raven! You don't even know this guy. For all you know he could be a fucking stalker, or a murderer! Does it bother you at all?"     

             "He saved my life, Tristan. Easily, Aidan could have watched me plummet to my death, but instead he saved me. Why would you even talk about your friend like this?"

             "Because....because he uses people. Manipulates them into thinking he loves them. He probably wouldn't have saved you if he-"

             "Stop! I don't believe you!" I cried. "If he was a jerk like that I would have heard about him by now. He would be hanging out with Gale and his stupid flee infested friends. I would be laying dead right now in a grave next to Delilah's! Why are you even-"

             "I just, I don't know. Is it bad that I'm just looking out for you?" I could see the pain filling his eyes.

             I took the paper from him and sighed, "So will you help me write a song or what?"

 ***** 

"Climb down from my prison, sing a lullaby. Fly like the birds, who travel high in the sky. See my reflection, torn between good and bad. Help me find my path, before its turned to shreds. Don't fret my friend, all things come to an end. Swim in the water of life's glorious path. See my reflection, torn from hate and dread. Help me find my path, before its turned into shreds. See all the changes, just by one wish. Kiss the sparkling stars, the ones that guide you towards your death."

            I reread the sheet of crinkled paper in my hands and smiled like I had just won the lottery. I actually wrote this amazing, emotional song. I couldn't be any more proud of myself then I am now. Maybe, just maybe Aidan will feel the pouring emotion. He's an artist, an amazing artist who writes beautiful lyrics. Does that make me an artist?