When You Left Me

8

How It All Started

A/N
This Chapter is a complete flashback.

Jasmine

I walked down the school hallway, watching as the other students were leaving for the day, they all held such happy smiles and complacent looks. They paid me no mind as I brushed past with my head down, no one ever did, never truly cared too. I stared down at my feet just walking without having any eye contact, I couldn't handle mentally the looks people could cast my way when they did finally acknowledge I was around.

Even with all that, I still I wished I had friends too, to be able to laugh and joke like everyone else. But no one ever felt the need to reach out to me, I was just the outcast and they were above me. I felt the condescending voice in my head rear its ugly head, its tone mocking with cruelty.

"Poor little Jasmine. No friends to play with and your very own family wants nothing with you. You poor little darling, what a pitiful life you lead."

The voice trailed off with laughter, the sound grating to my eardrums. Why did I always do this to myself? Let the inner demons of my heart win and beat me down? I felt my eyes water and my vision blurred slightly but I refused to let the damning droplets fall. I glanced up a while later and realized that I had made it to where I was initially heading for.

The chorus room.

I covertly peeked through the door to make sure that the teacher was already gone and I would have the place all to myself. When I didn't see Mr. Pearson at his desk and noticed all the lights were off, I walked in and closed the door, flipping the switch to reveal a few scattered desk and varying instruments outlining the rest of the classroom. I felt my heart relax and the voices lulled to a hush. The chorus room always made me feel like I belonged, like I mattered.

I walked past the microphone stand and the student desks, crinkling my nose at how chaotic the room always seemed. I made my way to the middle of the smooth brown tiled floor, where the beautifully sleek all black ivory grand piano rested, my favorite instrument of them all.

A smile finally split my face as I sat down on the bench accompanying the piano and rested my fingertips softly against the keys. Slowly but surely, I started off by playing simple notes, getting into the feeling of the music and melody. Once I got into it and the room dissipated until there was nothing but me and music, I knew that I went into my own world. I started playing the melody to Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata, the melancholy beat seeping into my soul and soon, I began to sing random words that resonated from deep within my tattered heart.

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Laurent

"Larry where the hell you at bro?" I asked my twin through the cell phone, my foot tapping impatiently against the cement of the sidewalk. A couple of people brushed past me, even daring to toss annoyed glanced my way from my loud and rash tone.

"Aye Lau, I'm going to take Lylah home first since her parents bailed on her and then I'll ride back around to pick you up." I rolled my eyes in exasperation and without being able to stop the action, smacked my tongue against my teeth.

"Whatever Larry." Was my reply before I hung up, not waiting for his answer. I adjusted my red Rocawear jacket that Jay Z personally signed for me and tightened my neck warmer, my mind on one question. What was I supposed to do until Larry got back from Lylahs? There was no doubt in my mind he wouldn't be right back, since they'd probably take advantage of the fact that her parents weren't home.