Short Stories/Drabbles

Our Encounter

Takes place in the normal world.

I sat in class thinking about my future. Well not really much of a class. More like a room where I just think and write music, four walls and one large window, a clear view of the street a few yards down. I call this room a 'class' because I teach myself over and over again. What are you gonna do besides think when you live alone?

After highschool, which were amazing years that I love, I went strait to college for music. My motehr urged me to go after what I loved. Everything was amazing and all the people I met were kind and understanding, but then I landed a record deal. That should've been the best thing right?

Wrong.

Not only is that wrong. Everything changed soon after my fame came. And it started with fans then went to drinking habits.

My girlfriend broke up with me. My mom doesn't talk to me. My dad does drugs now. My brother refuses to know me. My sister hates my guts. And here I am. With a lonely pathetic life.

My name is Larcirrio or just plain Lark Gem.

My life wasn't always this bad, trust me, it wasn't ever this bad. I had a nice start. Friends who would hang out with me and an amazing girlfriend who pushed my limits and stopped before I broke down. She knew how to make me happy. She knew how to make me angry. She just simply knew.

Soon a felt a faint smile linger on my lips as I recalled our memories together.

Clara.

Oh how I miss her. The way she scolds me for being dumb or messing with her. The way she laughs at my stupid jokes. Or how she justs puts up with me.

I frowned for the reason why we're not together anymore. I was idiotic and drunk, she was sober and knew I needed to calm down before I got out of hand. But what did I do? I did one thing no man is ever suppose to do to the woman they love most.

I hit her.

After I did it I realized what I did and soon guilt ran over me. I regreted the choice and I regetted my life. That night I sobbed for hours as she packed and left me. Of course I gave her money to get herself on her feet when I realized there would be no way I could win her back.

Now here I am. In a room, looking out of the window, waiting. No inspiration came to me. And I looked down at my music. Slow and clean as I knew it.

Then I heard a knock on my front door, I had left the room door ajar in case visitors came by. Sighing I got up and looked at the mirror on the wall. A full length one that I normally used to see how bad my hang over got. Also because my sister recommended one before we got into our nasty argument.

I didn't look too bad. My caramel brown hair was everywhere but mostly fine in a 'messy style' sort of way. The bags under my eyes looked almost gone from the nights I had lack of sleep, long story short, nightmares. My clothes were simple, just my pajama bottoms. No shirt.

Of course I kept myself in decent shape, I am after all a famous musician. Though I am kinda pale from the normal tan I have. Maybe another trip to the beach is in order? Nah.

Throwing the thought aside I went to the front door and opened it. A little girl, about the age of seven or so stood in front of me. Big, wild, frizzy, dark brown hair stuck out everywhere and only a headband to keep it from covering her face. She wore a uniform that looked a lot like what a girl scout would wear. Her sash was covered in buttons, probably achievements.

"Hi! I'm Sadie and I'm here from my girl scout troop twenty three and I'm selling cookies to help my troop get new badges. So I was wondering if you'd like to buy some cookies to help out!"