Addict with a pen (A tøp fanfic)

·Chapter 17·

Weeks rolled by and I was good as new. My head stopped hurting and life was getting better. I felt better. Physically and emotionally.

The next thing I knew I was sitting on my favorite bench in the park, feeling the cool breeze blow across my face as fall was preparing to come.

I sit on the bench, writing in my journal about my surroundings and about life.

"The leaves are falling as they prepare for a fresh start, a new beginning so they may begin again."

I look up and observe a squirrel collecting acorns and running to their tree in which they live in. Then they scurry back and collect more acorns.

I smile softly to myself and look up at the sky. I haven't done that in a while and I don't know why. Often at times we forget about ourselves, we forget to take care of ourselves. Perhaps I was finally learning how to do that for myself, one day at a time. Mom and dad have taught me to learn how to love myself.

I've always struggled with doing that but with everything that's happened, I'm starting to learn how to. I can feel myself growing, learning, and healing.

As I look at the beautiful nature surrounding me, I feel an inner power, love forming inside me. I was slowly blossoming into my own person. Experiences teach us, they help us grow and learn. Without them, we wouldn't be who we are right now. One day at a time, one minute, two seconds, days, months, years. I was finally realizing who I was, and I started feeling a geniune, good feeling I hadn't felt in so long.

Happiness.

I stand up and start walking around the park.
I was back in school again and I got caught up with classes, people still made fun of me but I was learning how to ignore them, I was getting fantastic grades, getting A's on tests, and enrolling in extra curricular activites that took place after school. I signed up to be apart of the writing club and day after day, I learned more and more about myself and about my writing skills. My pieces were given feedback and I was improving each time I wrote something new. I let Mom and Dad read my work and they were beaming with pride. They were beyond proud of how much I was progressing and how I was feeling better. Dad was amazed at my writing and was happy that I used it to release my feelings onto paper.

He would give me advice on what I could improve and I took it gladly. He was beginning to write new music again and he would come and talk to me for feedback. I began to help him write the songs and we bonded. In a new way. With music, with poetry and my soul was filled with joy.

I walk home and when I finally arrive home, I yell.

"Salutations!!"

"Cath!! You're home!" My parents yell back and come to greet me. They give me quick hugs and smile at me.

"Cath! I have some new lyrics that I want to show you. Let's go to the studio and see what we can do," Dad says.

"Alright, let's go."

We go upstairs to my Dad's office/music studio and sit down on a comfy red couch. Dad hands me a piece of paper and I read it.

"I really like this, dad."

"I'm so glad that you do."

"Let's add some music to it, shall we? Where's Uncle Josh?" I say.

"Taking a nap, I'll go get him," Dad says and runs out of the room to retrieve him.

I hear a scratching noise on the door and raise my eyebrows in confusion. I open the door and see Ziggy walk over to my legs and rub himself against them.

I smile and pick him up, taking him to sit with me on the couch. I pet him and he begins to purr.

Uncle Josh was basically living with us at the moment since he and Dad announced that they wanted to start working a new album. We were ecstatic to hear the news and Dad and Uncle Josh asked me to help them with the songs. I was honored and said yes. We started working on it about two weeks ago and we had a lot of progress so far.

Uncle Josh and Dad enter the room. Uncle Josh rubs his eyes in sleepiness.

"Hey Cath, how was the park?" He asks, sleepily.

"Wonderful, thank you."

"That's great to hear! Okay, give me a second to wake myself up."

I grab a cup of water next to me and throw it at his face.

"That should work," I laugh.

He gets startled and laughs with me.

"That was actually very refreshing, thank you," He says.

"Dad says, you don't dry yourself that much when you get out of the shower. Which really bothers him."

"That's true, I'm used to being wet. I don't mind."

"Okay! Let's get to work," Dad says.

I hand Uncle Josh his drumsticks but he refuses.

"Why don't you drum today?"

"Really? But I'm not as good as you, Uncle Josh."

"Yes, you are, Cath. I did teach you after all," He winks at me.

"Well..then, I'll try my best," I take the drumsticks and sit down where I'm supposed to, ready to start playing.

"How about this? Maybe?" I begin to drum whatever comes to my head that would go along with the lyrics.

"Mmm..not really feeling it," Uncle Josh says.

I try again and for the next few hours, we suggest different ideas for the song and continue to improve what we're working on.

The day comes to an end and it's time to go to bed. As I lay my head down on my pillow, my eyes close and the last thing I think of is how beautiful life can be.