Another Cliché Love Story

Back on His Feet

I finish my homework early so Elijah and I have time to talk.

"Have you been taking care of your dog?" He asks.

"No. I've had so much to deal with that I hired a dog sitter." I answer. "Aren't you excited? They're releasing you in a couple days."

He grunts. "Yeah, I guess. My heart and lungs are still shitty though. I guess I just want to be back on the field."

"You're still going to do baseball?"

He nods. "Yeah, why wouldn't I? It's my life."

"It could end your life." I counter.

"What if someone told you that you could never play the violin or to stop reading books? Would you listen?" He counters.

I frown. I wouldn't listen. I haven't played the violin in a few weeks and my fingers are aching to play. If someone told me I can't play then I'd think that didn't understand, because they wouldn't.

"No." I answer.

"I thought not." He replies.

I nod understanding and we just chill.

In the next couple of days Elijah and I actually haven't been seeing to much of each other.

The police have been asking me questions and I think they're really getting close. I want to know who hit me and I want to make sure they're okay.

At the moment I am doing what I've been craving.

I look at the sheet music on front of me and play some Bach.

I hum the melody and just let my fingers work!

This is that thing that I know I was made to do. I was made to play music. I have to be. It sounds perfect it's like I'm controlling the most beautiful thing.

Everyone loves music and I get to play it.

Maybe I should write a song?

Nah, let's just focus on playing

I concentrate on the sheet music until my phone rings.

I growl and hesitantly stop playing.

I grab my phone.

"Yes?" I hiss.

"I'm getting out." Elijah reminds.

"I'm on my way."

We hang up and put my violin down.

I rush to the hospital and go to his room. I notice he has many females here with him and I don't just mean my sister.

"Hi Yolanda and Tasha." I greet with a smile.

The girls smile at me, but I cut through the bullshit and see how fake it is.

God, why can't females be nice? This is why I only have like one best friend, because people do to much.