Five years, it has been five years since he died and it still hurts. It still hurts and I know it will hurt forever. I'll have to live with this pain in my chest till the end of my days, but I learnt how to deal with it.
It's not easy to deal with the death of someone you love. It's not easy, but you learn how to deal with what life gives you.
It's 9 in the morning and I can't sleep more. Michael is probably still sleeping in my room as I'm in my mom's bed trying to get some sleep.
Giving up I look at my phone to see the time once more.
9:17 am
Groaning I get out of the bed and walk to my dad's old office. I like to come here when I'm feeling sad and empty.
Since my father's death, my mom don't get in this room and it's since then I started coming here the most.
It was here where my dad spent almost all of his time. This was here where he worked, it was here where he played guitar.
My father died before he could teach me guitar, but he taught me that we don't need words to express ourselves.
He knew about my difficulty in talk with strangers.
You know Carolina, we don't talk just through words. There's other ways to do it. You see your drawings? When I look at them, I can listen to them talking to me and they tell me what you don't.
And I want to teach you do that with a guitar.
These were his words that I kept in my mind once he told them to me.
I miss him so much.
Stepping inside the abounded room, I close the door beside me and walk to the big desk chair in front of me, behind a big wooden desk.
I sit and sigh heavily. Five years. Today it marks five years since he's gone and I still remember like it was today.
I grab his old electric guitar, turn on the amps making sure the volume is at the minimum and the first chord came.
Em
G
Em
G
My fingers of my right hand keep working on the strings as my fingertips of my other hand are pressing the strings against the frets.
Melody filling the room slowly, low and barely audible.
[A/N: I recommend you all to listen to Civil War by Guns N Roses as you read this part]
Look at your young men fighting
Look at your women crying
Look at your young men dying
The way they've always done before
The harmony of the beautiful melody filling the room, turning the memories back alive.
Look at the hate we're breeding
Look at the fear we're feeding
Look at the lives we're leading
The way we've always done before
He loved this song.
It was one of his favourites. He used to play it for me thousand times.
A beautiful song talking about dreadful things.
Just like me. Beautiful on the outside dark on the inside.
My hands are tied
The billions shift from side to side
And the wars go on with brainwashed pride
For the love of god and our human rights
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