Memories popped up in my head of me learning the notes and before I knew it, I felt confident playing guitar again. Every time I strung the guitar, I felt my heart beating with it. I probably loved playing guitar so much because it reminded of when I was little and my parents were together, my mom was actually nice, my dad didn't drink and my parents actually loved me.
I didn't realise it, but I was playing guitar for an hour and in the hour, I came up with a song. It wasn't a very good song, but it helped me express me feelings of how I was feeling lately:
A lost girl
I am just a lost girl
Feeling like I'm from another world
I am just a lost girl
And the wounds are still healing
But I still feel the feeling
I really hope that this is a dream
Somebody please pinch me
And any day I'll wake up and say
For I am happy to be alive today
x2
I am a lost girl that'll tumble and twirl
And everybody knows I'm from a different world
And I still feel the feeling
Of the wounds that are still healing
I really hope that this is a dream
Somebody please pinch me
And any day I'll wake up and say
For I am happy to be alive today
x3
So, I also made up a tune to go with it and I thought it sounded really good, especially with the guitar giving it a little accompaniment.
After I wrote my song, I brought Lola to the kitchen and fed her some apple sauce and all that kind of stuff. After that, I felt a little hungry myself. I opened up the fridge, but there wasn't much. So I just had an apple (hopefully nobody would mind). And before I knew it, I heard the door open and they were there, but the weird thing was that John wasn't.
"Hi guys! Where's John?" I asked.
"Oh, he's out with some friends for a bit" my Mom responded.
She isn't 100% herself, but I feel as if she's better when John is not around.
"Jack? Stella? Get ready for bed... I'll tuck you in, in a few minutes." My Mom said sounding stressed.
"Mom? Are you ok?" I asked.
"Yeah, i'm fine... goodnight" she said still sounding stressed.
"Goodnight" I said, then smiled and then walked away.
That night, when I laid in my bed, I couldn't fall asleep. I kept tossing and turning, I had way too much on my mind. 'Should I run away? If so, where would I go? I can't live here forever, but I would really upset my mom, what do I do?' Before I knew it, it was ten, then eleven, then twelve, then one! I was just about to fall asleep, then I heard a loud bang upstairs, like somebody dropped something.
I was curious to what it was, so, I went upstairs to find out. I heard John talking to somebody, but it wasn't my Mom. I peeked around a corner and John was kissing another woman!
My palms began getting sweaty and I started shaking, for I couldn't believe what I was seeing in front of me.
She had brown hair and dark eyes, she looked almost Spanish. She was wearing a red, sparkly dress and these six inch heels.
"Did you tell her yet?" She asked looking around her if anybody was there.
"No, and I'm not planning to" John said harshly.
"Why not?" She asked trying not to upset him again.
"Because, once I tell her, it would be really stressful, and we wouldn't have that romantic spark anymore".
"True, true. It's just I don't like you loving two women!" She said fighting back.
"Maria! I don't love her anymore, in fact, I barely ever loved her. I was in if for the money, can't you see that? She's a lawyer." He said trying to prove a point.
"Right, I get it... that's quite smart" she said as she was smiling into John's eyes.
They both laughed after Maria's comment and began kissing again.
"Ok! Better go!" Maria said.
"Bye!" John said being very friendly.
Maria turned around and looked into John's eyes.
"When will I see you again?" Maria asked with desperation.
"Tomorrow I'm free, I can just tell everybody that I have to work all day" he said casually.
They both laughed and Maria left.
How could a man be so horrible?
