This is a small filler chapter... not expecting many reviews, but they-of course- are extremely welcome. Melissa's week at home is understandably boring, and you will hear more of it through flashbacks and later chapter content, but I'm not dwelling on it at the moment to save you readers getting bored :)
Thank you for reading,
Meepsta
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Chapter 6- Back to normal?
That afternoon was so normal, that I began to hope that life would be easier from there on. Tucked into bed with a steaming cup of hot chocolate, I picked up my pad of paper and began to write. Not writing as you know it, with letters and numbers, but the writing of music.
On the imaginary lines, I wrote of my ongoing frustration of everyday tasks, my loss of friendship, and my confusion, in the hope that I could forget all that had happened. But as I slept that night, the nightmares came. Nightmares where there were shapes and colours, and I could feel but not see what they were.
One thing that I learnt from this was that nightmares are nothing like how they are portrayed in the movies. No sitting bolt upright in bed, covered in sweat, hyperventilating, and trying to calm your heartbeat. There was just the terrible darkness, pressing down on me from all sides.
Finally, the next day I took my cello out of its dusty case. The bow hairs were brittle and the strings hanging loose, and hurt me to feel it in such a state of disuse. I tapped the wood, once, and felt the reverberations in the hollowness, just like the old times. I tapped it again, tilting my head, and I picked up my bow. And so I played.
"Want some tea, darling?" My mum burst in my bedroom, and I jumped in surprise. "Sorry... I didn't mean to scare you."
"Ok... tea would be great, and a biscuit too?" I put on my puppy-dog face. "Pretty please?"
"You know chocolate makes your fingers sticky for playing." She paused, clicking her tongue. "All right then, but only for this once! And don't tell dad- they're his favourites."
"Believe me, I won't." I smiled, leaning back in the ragged chair. "Thanks."
Apart from my appearance, I was so similar to my parents that I found it difficult to believe that I was adopted. But in a strange way, I was glad that I was. My mum not only chose to raise a child, but chose to adopt a baby who would most likely never have had a home.
Only Mia knew about the secret of my family. If anyone was to mention my striking looks, I would blame them on my 'grandmother', who- truthfully- used to work as a model. But finally, my best friend realised.
I gazed into the mirror over the sink, taken aback by my ice-blue eyes. The colour seemed more vivid, and I could have sworn that a year ago on my eleventh birthday, they were tinted green... almost turquoise.
Loose honey-blonde strands curled out along my temples and the nape of my neck. The waviness was a feature I shared with my adopted father. Everyone said that my hair was beautiful, but I did not believe so. My features in total belonged to an unpredictable and fashionable person such as Mia, not a cellist and a workaholic.
"Melissa... I've been meaning to ask you something."
"Yes?" I stood up, adjusting the school bag on my shoulder.
"Can I meet your Grandma?" Then Mia laughed, and I knew perfectly well where the conversation was going. "She must be a very striking lady to resemble you so closely."
"You know... did my mum tell you?"
"Um... I worked it out first, then I confirmed it with her. Does that count?"
"Well..."
My mum slammed the cup down onto the saucer on my bedside, cursing as the liquid spilt. "Tea and biscuits, as you said. Just need to go and mop that up..."
I sighed. My mind tended to wander when I was playing music, and that memory was no exception. For now, I needed to concentrate on the Weymere audition on Sunday. Then after I failed, I could come back to Brookfield and think about my friends.
As I tossed and turned that night, I had the strange and unsettling feeling that I was on the brink of a huge turning point in my life. Not just becuase of my blindness and all that it had caused, but... something new and exciting.
Be careful. Whispered the familiar voice from my nightmares, but I couldn't place who or what it could have been. Be careful...
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