Hidden dreams

Chapter Two.

She slowly stepped into the classroom. looking around clearly nervous. She was clutching the handle to a smooth black case. Her dark brown hair was tied with a black bow in a loose pony tail that clung to her tight fitting light black jacket. She looked around with grey eyes that were partly hidden with her dropped eyelids and thick black eyelashes. Her eyes finally connected with an empty chair. She quickly sped over to it and flopped down sighing. She was thankfully in the back and away from prying eyes from the other students. She sat back in her chair letting her eyelids fully droop over. She tilted her head up and lightly set her thumb, pointer finger, and middle finger on a small black pendant. It was a smooth black stone with a single light pastel pink coloured pearl in the middle, her birth stone.  She ran a soft pale finger over the silky stone, loosing herself completely in her dark ridden thoughts.

She had come her to learn to loose herself in music rather than her mind. Something she was good at. She was losing herself in another “vision”.

She was back in the misty dark woods broken, black, tall trees stood everywhere they had no branches, but yet soggy leaves were scattered beneath the cold lifeless trees.  She was wearing a white dress that reached past her feet and drug across the dirty earth but every time the dress seemed unfazed by it still fresh as snow as if it had not yet been touched or even worn let alone drug across the damp soil. Her dark brown hair was down just brushing above her waist. She would snap her head side to side her hear whipping madly behind her in the strong winds that tore at her and came close many times to ripping her off of her bare feet.

She was searching madly for something and was not close to finding it even as she run through the creepily identical forest the right looked just like the left, it was driving her to the brink of insanity searching and searching but never finding. Sometimes she thought she would come close to finding whatever she was searching crazily for, but never had she.

This vision started off the same as the rest of them. She was suddenly transported in the eerie forest and then was wind began clawing and scratching at her body. Then she was running a never tiring run that seemed to go on forever. Sometimes she went against the vision and would stop resting a delicate hand on the cold, wet sharp bark that bit at her hand frostily. She would then quickly pull her hand away taken only slightly aback but would quickly recover and resume running towards a destination she had not only never found but didn’t even really know what was. But this was different she was tired and too hot she began sweating and she could start to hear the familiar sound of roaring water at her sides. Soon enough she came up to a small pond where at its sides was two roaring waterfalls. Without thinking she shed the unearthly snow white dress and slipped into the cool refreshing water that seem to ease her wind eroded skin, soothing the scratches and cuts and healing them. She then slowly slid deeper into the dark pond, her hair floating to her sides. Laying her head back against the smooth stone she closed her gray eyes.

Suddenly and expectedly four fingers and a thumb was pressed harshly down upon her head. Then it flatted and pressed her further into the now freezing water. She failed madly becoming terrified water filled her lungs and nose. Her eyes flew open as she tried to gasp for air but ended up only making the problem worse, the freezing cold water burned against her eyes forcing her to shut them. She reached up and tried pulling the hand away so that she could break the surface for the precious gas that just lay a few inches ahead.

But to no avail.

               Just as her last clingy life force left her, she came screeching back to reality. Her breathing was harsh and ragged and her hands were clammy and her hair damp from what she hoped was sweat.

                “Please Madame if It’s not a huge in convince I would like to begin class without hearing you sleep murmur.” The teacher spoke angrily with a thick French accent he glared at her as she fumbled to find words that seemed lost to her pale pink lips, but on the tip of her tongue she just couldn’t manage to get it any further so instead she swallowed the lump in her throat and nodded quickly. He continued to glare for a moment more then turned his attention to the rest of the class, his face becoming quickly blank in only a matter of seconds.

                “Alright to begin violin class I would like to teach you the basic parts of a violin and the proper handling of a violin.” She slumped in her chair thankful when the other students turned away from her.

Great first day, first lesson and she had already screwed up. She could tell she was going to love this class.