My Brother's Bestfriend-Louis Tomlinson Fanfic

Chapter 66

Jess' P.O.V.

I woke up, my head pounding just like it has been for the past couple of days. It sucks having a concussion. Sometimes I can't even concentrate long enough to read a sentence. I tried reading a novel yesterday to get my mind off things but I couldn't manage. It was going to be hard to go back to school in a couple of days.

I didn't want to go back to school especially not looking like this. I finally mustered up enough energy to look in the mirror and I was disgusted. The area around my eye was black and blue and it spread out over my cheekbone. My forehead was covered with a bloody bandage and I didn't even want know what it looked like underneath. The left side of my jaw was bruised and my lip was busted open and healing which left a crusty scab there. But that was only my face. The right side of my torso along my rib cage was the deepest blue I have ever seen a bruise before and that stretched all the way down my ribs. My shoulder, hip and thigh all had the matching colour of bruises along them. I looked like someone spray painted half of my body with a combination of blue and purple paint and forgot to do the other have. It hurt to even touch them.

I didn't know one angry person could do so much damage.

There was a still question on my mind even though I regained all my memory, the terrible and scary memories. All I wanted to know is who called the paramedics? Who called 911? Who is responsible for the reason I am alive? I probably would have died if no one showed up. I owed them but there was no way of knowing who it was.

This question would bother me all day if I didn't get it out of my head. I decided to distract myself with something that doesn't take too much thinking... well too much for me.

I got up throwing some sweat pants on and a sweater. I pulled off my sling throwing it on the bed. It was pointless anyways and it made my arm all stiff.

I shuffled into the living room and basically slid on my ass all the way down the stairs. I walked to my piano sitting down at the bench. It's been so long since I last played piano.

I chose a random song that my old piano book was open to. It was a classical piece, called Ava Maria. I guess I must have played it a lot because it was filled with pencil marks and the pages weren't as crisp as the others in the book. I remember I liked it because it was pretty and it went back and forth between a happy melody and a more sad melody. It kind of reminded me of life.

It was quite rough around the edges when I first played it. My right hand was really sore and my left hand was moving farther ahead then my right. Plus I haven't played this song in so long. Good thing no one was home I would probably make their ears bleed. Well I kind of wish Todd was here because I liked talking to him. But I'm glad my parents aren't because they just annoy me anyways.

I guess without Todd to talk to, I would have to use music to express myself.

...

"Jess?" I jumped my hands hitting the keyboard making an even louder noise which scared me again. Todd laughed at my reaction.

"You scared me," I breathed.

"I know. You really can't hear anything when your playing can you?" he laughed.

"No I can't."

"I know because I used to sit and watch you sometimes," he told me. He's never told me this before. I never knew he listened. I thought he just went in his room and put the headphones on.

"Really? That's kind creepy of you Todd." He laughed and sat down beside me on the bench.

"Well it was so amusing. You would always get so into it and your hands would just... I don't know..... float along the keyboard. And it was always beautiful to listen to. Especially when you started to sing." Oh god he was there for that?! I didn't know he heard that! He wasn't supposed to anyways.