6/2/2001- 1:32pm
"Darren, aren’t you going to play something?"
"I told you I don't play anymore. You know that, why did you drag me here?"
"You need to let this out its eating you through"
“No...I’m not... it’s not happening."
“Maybe you’re ready and you just don't know it yet. I mean it's been what two years..."
"Fuck you, it’s been three!"
I lifted my self from the stool in front of the piano, and kicked it over. Slamming the piano cover closed in the process. My legs pushed out on their own as I made my way to the door. When I reached it, I turned over to Jericho and spoke clearly.
"I'll never play the piano again! Don't try to trick me, it's not fucking working!"
"Amelia would want you to play. She loved when you played."
I shifted my weight over and over and shook my head timidly. He strutted over to me, and placed his hand on my cheek, catching a soft tear as it feel. I felt ashamed even the mentioning of her name was hurtful. I slapped his hand away as hard as I could. In response he cringed and grabbed his hand with his left.
“Those red eyes of yours scream so much pain and anger. What's happening to you?" He said. I looked at him dumbfounded. What was happening to me? When was the last time I smiled, or even laughed? I was disgusted by how I've been acting, but I wasn’t going to let Jericho see my guilt. I ran my hand through my hair, and pushed it down my face. Looking at the ground I said,
"You worry about you, ill worry about me. Okay?"
Before he could answer I swung open the door, and pressed my foot on the title, outside in the hallway. I walked slowly down the hall running my tongue over my dry lips. It was so hot outside, and I was parched. When I reached the door that lead to the building, I was stopped when I heard footsteps behind me.
"Darren, stop." It was Jericho again; he spun me around and pushed me into the wall, leaning his body against mine. I looked around nervously; I didn’t really like this position.
"Listen; please don’t think I’m trying to force you to... forget her. Just try to move on, you know? I understand you loved her, but she would have wanted you to,” He glanced down to my belt. "Become a man you know?"
What the fuck was he making a pass at me? What going on? I flexed my muscles in my right arm, and pushed my body from his. He moved in more, besides my reluctance. Inches away from my lips, he spoke my name softly:" Darren?"
My fist connected with his stomach. As he bent over, I whispered in his ears, "Do that again and I'll rip your head from you’re body." He slumped over more. "The last thing I need is some faggot, (* Note please do not take any offense in this statement. I have ABOSULTLEY no problem with gays. As much as I hate this word, I just wanted to show how aggressive my character was. He will grow into a more adequate person as the story progresses. Thank you*) throwing himself at me. Got it?" He grumbled a yes, and rolled forward to my knees. Mumbling something as I left the building.
2:15pm
I SWEAR I will never go back to that damn music club. I pushed on my heels as I walked down the street. What the heck, was he thinking anyway? Damn, that was just really weird... Horns, yelling, and chatting engulfed my ears. It was so loud walking down here. Can’t people ever just shut up sometimes? I was so bummed out, I decided to do what I usually when I depressed, DRINK. But I wasn’t going to a bar at three o'clock in the afternoon. So, I decided to go home and sleep a little. Only thing is my damn apartment is the crappest place on earth. It's not like it smells bad, of anything. It's just, has memories. Happy ones. That might seem nice, but not when it makes you realize how unhappy you are...
