BroBent ~ OneShots

The final song

Don't play video until I say so!!!!

In all my life, I never believed I'd get haunted by the paranormal, but I stand corrected. Yet this haunting wasn't your typical paranormal activity. No, it was a dream come true.

D.M.B's POV*

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I sat in my room, just staring at the wall lined with photos of me and HeckBent like every other day that I do, it's a routine for me now it seems. Those photos were of such happy times that I wish I could live over and over again. But I sadly can not do so, as he is no longer around. Now buried 6 feet below the ground, resting without further pain, while I still ache in the heart. I want to join him and be reunited, but I know he wouldn't want that. Sometimes I wish I had been there, I could've done something to prevent the fatal tragedy that took him away from me. Everyday I hate the world more and more as each day passes, a bitter reminder of the place in which death really did take everything from you.

I'm more of an insomniac than I ever have been, staying up late, doing whatever I could do to try and ease the pain that chokes me and the dreams filled with memories of him. I'm afflicted with heart break, the loss of someone so dear to me. And if I knew it was the last day that I was ever able to say 'I love you' to him, I would have for just one last time at least. I can't move on from him, no matter how much my brother tries to convince me, I can't just forget about someone who I've loved for a long time. I can't stop replaying the last day I saw him in my head. I haven't seen the door at the end of the hall that lead to HeckBent's private study, open for a long time, since the key to it was on a necklace he wears around his neck and the only way you can unlock it is with the key or if your are on the inside. He still has the key, even in death. His beloved piano he had in there has probably gathered dust, his composition book of the songs he's written stays closed on top. I've memorized his room for the many times I have gone in there to hear him play a new song.

I miss hearing him laugh or see him give that signature heartwarming smile that even in my head, still makes my heart skip a beat each time. I miss the days when he was here, giving me support for when I was down. Now I'm drowning in a river of my own tears, nothing to bring me refuge or get me back onto dry land. No one to hold me in their arms and reassure me that everything will be alright, before leaving light kisses on my forehead that had never ceased to put a smile on my face or make my heart race. I'm missing the best thing ever to wake up to, and I wish I could wake up from all this and see his eyes looking into my mine lovingly, but I'm living a never ending nightmare, a reality I wish I could change. Trying to keep the memories of him alive in my heart and mind, being in a constant loop of denial that he's gone.

One night as I laid in bed, counting sheep and trying to get sleep to take me away from the hell of a reality I live. I heard something open, and since Bent's death I've been extremely paranoid and I tend to just be imagining things. I then cautiously slid out of bed, straining to hear anything else past the sound of my own breath. I was expecting to see someone or my brother creeping around. But I saw nothing within the sea of darkness, even with the light of the moon spilling in through the window, nothing stirred. As I was about to shut my door out of precaution, I heard something flutter to the ground behind me. Piano sheet music...? I then felt a chill run through me, the temperature in the hallway seeming to drop a couple degrees.

It appeared to be one of HeckBent's songs. "How did this get all the way out here..?" I thought to myself out loud, looking around. There were a few others scattered around, some being the piano covers and most of the others being his own creations. As if things couldn't get anymore ominous after I picked up the scattered sheet music, I began to hear piano keys play. The only piano here was the one in HeckBent's room. I forced myself to walk towards the door, and I pressed my ear against it, listening intently. I hadn't heard it play for a long time and it made all the color from my face drain as my heart beat and breathing pace quickened. I quietly tried turning the door knob, still locked as it had been left, so who could've gotten in there?

The piano keys had stopped briefly when I tried to turn the doorknob, but then it began to play a song that I have never heard before, almost as if whatever or whoever was in there knew I was listening and had my attention.

Play song here and listen through the whole thing if you'd like before proceeding (it'd help with immersion)

After the song was done, I realized I was crying, wiping the tears away with my sleeve and sniffled a bit. Suddenly the sound of the door unlocking sounded, and I backed away. Shocked and fearful, but nothing happened. I cautiously went forward and opened the door, trying to swallow the lump in my throat and stepping into the room. It's still the same as it was when I last saw it, but there now being dead rose petals scattered around on the floor and on the seat, a porcelain vase sat on top of a shelf next to the piano. Though what I noticed was, on the piano the composition book was open to a page of sheet music. A pressed rose was laid precisely between the pages. Upon further observation I could see the small finger prints on the keys of the piano, I also read over the sheet music, as it looked different from the other ones done by HeckBent.

Though the haunted piano phenomen really surprised me, it isn't what shook me up. What got me was what I saw when I looked at the name of the song that was written in HeckBent's handwriting.

"D.M.B" It read. And upon further inspection, there was a piece of pink paper that was delicately folded at the bottom with slightly faded writing on it.

"My composition isn't over, as this isn't a finale, but a grand recital for a new beginning. My songs will play on, as this one was written from the heart, much like the others. But this composition in particular was dedicated to someone very special in my life who I have chosen as the orchestrator for the song of my heart. This represents the bond that we had created, the song is eternal like the love we share. Hope you can think back to this song as a reminder that I won't stop loving you, D.M.B."

~ HB

Wrote this the best I could in such little time, also cuz everyone (my mom) kept dragging me away so I couldn't keep writing but finally I got it after tackling some technical difficulties.. -3-'