6/2/2001 -Unknown-
Click to right Piano piece!
Something wet tinkled down my cheek. She pressed her hand against my jaw, and my face relaxed.
"Darren, don't worry. It'll be just fine." She wiped the tear away from my face. Her hand was warm as I leaned into it.
"When are you coming back? It's been three years? I need you."
"I can't come back, but when its your time you'll come to me."
"What If I don't make it?"
"You will, I promise."
I watched as Amelia, wiped another tear from my eye. Looking down at her I realized it was stained red.
"Amelia?" I questioned.
"Your eyes are so red, Darren. It's like that's where all your anger goes. And when you cry, it pools over and bleeds out." She said.
"But tears are supposed to be clear."
"Not when your heart is breaking apart, and constricted. The pain has to go somewhere."
"I sick of pain."
"Well what are you goanna do about it?"
11:12pm
"Dude wake the fuck up!" Someone ripped me from my dream, by lightly kicking me in the stomach. I lifted my head from the floor and meant his eyes.
"Where am I?" I asked. The man placed his hands on his hips and leaned back.
"Bar, came in a few hours ago.. Were closing, you need to get out." He hissed.
I picked my self off of the floor, and walked to the nearest chair. Plopping down, I looked at my watch.
"What type of bar closes at eleven o'clock?" I asked, my voice slurred.
"One that doesn't want you in it." He said. Angrily.
"Awe come one man, why are you turning away good customers?" I asked getting a little cocky.
"Get out!" He said. Escalating his voice as he pushed me out the door.
The air was still humid, and rough. I rushed to my car. I knew I was drunk but my house was only....um...not to far away. I second guessed it and decided to walk down to the subway station, to catch a train.
I shifted my shoulders and popped in my I pod. "Dearly beloved" played by Kyle Landry. It's his 2011 version. Even though I don't play the piano anymore, I still love listening to it. Most of the time it calms me... Looking through the dark as I walked thought about the dream I had had about Amelia. I don't wanna, live like this anymore. She's right. What am I goanna do about it? I needed to make a change but...I don't know if I can do it without her...
