Lisztomania

1-Falling

I walked right into my first period class. I received looks for the way my hair was and for the way I dressed. I didn't care anymore. Truth is, I don't even know if I'm human or not. I could hear whispers as I walked to my seat and sat down. I held the case that has my instrument in it on my lap, feeling as if I shouldn't have come today. Jose, a boy I know for a very long time, seemed to take notice in my hesitation. He always told me I was a good clarinet player everytime I felt worthless, pathetic, or even suicidal. He was there to comfort me, even though we hardly talk now. He quietly moved from the Tennor Sax section to mine, sitting in the empty seat next to me. He placed his hands on mine. His were warm and so soft while mine were cold and pale. He pulled me into his shoulder tightly, rubbing my back softly. "It's okay to cry. I know I used to laugh at you when we were little, but I won't this time or ever again." He whispered to where only I could hear. I didn't hug him back. I stayed still, letting a few tears slip. Then, I heard her voice. "The Emo is a slut." She said with a snort. Jose glared at her. "She's a virgin, but what are you? A whore." He stated, earning several oohs at Keri. She walked off. Jose stayed there and pulled me up to look at him. My eyes held no emotion. "You should smile. I always thought it was gorgeous. I will bring back the lights in your beautiful eyes and make you happy again. This time, no one will take it because I'll be the one protecting it." He said softly. I looked away and suddenly felt my heart beat back to life slowly, but surely. I got my clarinet out and was ready for the period to start, well actually end, as Jose went back to his seat. I'd never forget those words of his.

Never.