School of Hell

Chapter 12

Drake P.O.V.

Amy held my lighter tightly as we walked into the entrance of the small cabin. It smelled like mold and the air was heavy and humid from the recent rain showers. She moved the lighter towards the object blocking the door. It was a large, dusty chest. It had a padlock on it, which sadly, was locked. Amy walked next to it and I followed, my eyes shining with curiosity.

"I'm gonna see if it's rusted enough so I can pull it open." Amy said, eyeing it intensely.

"Okay, but be careful. I'm going to look around some more." I said, my voice laced with concern. I can't help it, I don't want to lose her, she's beautiful and perfect, and I would sacrifice anything for her. Okay, enough chick-flick moments. I walked to the only thing I could get to without going into the darkness. An old bookshelf. It had many books on it, some ripped, some water-stained, but most were good enough to read. I picked the first one that caught my eye. It had a sort of shine to it that drew my hand towards it, caressing the spine gently and finally taking it off the shelf. Once I had the book in my hands, I could hear Amy trying to break the lock open with a log near a dusty fireplace. A fireplace! Light! In the corner sat, thankfully, a pile of logs.

"Babe, I'm going to need the lighter for the fireplace if we want more light in here." I said, trying to get Amy's attention, while putting the book back on the shelf.

"Fireplace?", she said looking around and spotting it,"oh, that would be great!"

Amy got up and I walked over to help her. We threw a few logs into it and I found an old bottle of gasoline. I poured it on and Amy flicked on the lighter.

"Here goes nothing." Amy said focusing. She moved it towards the logs, and we got a flame!

"Yes!" We said happily. It started with a small flame, but with the help of the gasoline, it slowly grew into a warm, plentiful fire. Amy walked back over to the trunk, seeming unusually intrigued by it. Weird. I looked around the cabin and everything looked homemade except for a worn out looking piano in the corner. A piano! I love playing the piano, even if it is a little girlish, but I haven't played in a while. I guess I haven't had much time for it. Especially with everything happening now.

I walked over to it and sat on the surprisingly sturdy bench. The keys were very dusty, and probably out of tune. I placed my hands upon the keys, lining my fingers so I could play one of my favorite songs (and the only one I can remember), Für Elise. The keys somehow, weren't untuned. I was almost halfway through the song when I heard a loud snap from behind me. I stopped playing and looked over to see Amy carefully taking off the lock using the log she found. I got up and walked over to her.

We both had to lift the lid open, and inside were photos, dolls, sheet music, books, toys, and many old, crumbly papers. Amy slowly took out one of the dolls, gently feeling the worn dress. I looked over at the closest photo, and it showed a picture of Ben? In it he was playing the piano, with a concentrated look on his face. I picked it up, feeling the water stained corners, flipping it over to see cursive writing.

"Amy, look at this! It's Ben!" I said showing her the picture, breaking her train of thought.

"What's it say on the back?" She said questioningly. I flipped it over to see the cursive writing again, which read, 1927- Benny and his piano.

Benny. Huh.

"This was back in 1927!" Amy said, her mouth agape.

"Do you know what year they died?" I said.

"I guess we'll have to find out." She said, frowning. We both started searching for clues in this mysterious trunk.