This Impossible Year [Brendon Urie Fanfic] <COMPLETED>

Not So Golden Days

(Brendon's Point of View)

   When we opened the door to the restaurant, a sweet melody wafted out. I held the door open for Sarah and Cecily, both fancied up in new dresses. Sarah had pulled her hair into a bun and had tied a chevron scarf around her head. Cecily had watched in awe. Then, Sarah braided Cecily's long hair down the back. She looked even prettier with her hair pulled back.
   As the waiter seated us, the person at the piano finished and bowed. We all joined in on the applause. Joyful conversation and laughter filled the air as it emptied of music, and we told the waiter our drinks. Beer for me, water for Sarah, and lemonade for Cecily. A few minutes passed by and no one was approaching the piano, so Sarah encouraged me to play a song. A few ladies recognized me and shook their friends as I took a seat on the bench. The keys were well kept; their ivory white color was absolutely stunning. I played a few chords, cleared my throat, and started This Is Gospel.
"Cause these words are knives that often leave scars, the fear of falling apart. And truth be told told I never was yours, the fear the fear of falling apart." A few of the other diners joined in, and Cecily looked off into space. She swayed gently with the music, like grass in a light summer breeze.
I finished the song and, after a few minutes of vigorous applause, took my seat. Sarah pecked my cheek. I took Cecily's hand, accidentally startling out of her thoughts. She looked at me and a smile spread across her face and illuminated her strikingly blue eyes. It was odd; I had sworn her eyes were silver when I first saw her.
"That was amazing," she was saying. She clasped my hand and shook it excitedly. I laughed, and took a swig of my beer. She looked completely elated, and her expression brightened even more as she tried her lemonade. It was like she'd never tried it before.
I sat back in my chair and grinned at Cecily. "Do you want to try," I asked her. Her smiled evaporated, and her face filled with uncertainty.
"I don't know any songs," she admitted. I felt stupid. If she was on the streets, then how could she know how to play the piano? I made a mental note to scold myself later.
"I can teach you!" I grabbed her hand and pulled her up to the piano. She sat down and placed her hands on the keys. I stood behind her and placed my hands on top of hers. "Just follow my movements," I whispered in her ear.

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(Cecily's Point of View)

Brendon stood very close behind me while I sat at a piano. I remembered the piano from a long time ago, but I couldn't remember why. Brendon placed his hands on mine, and told me to follow his movements. His fingers played slowly but nimbly across the keys, and mine followed clumsily after. Note after note, Brendon played a small tune.
"Now you try it," he said, stepping back. I tried to duplicate the tune, but failed miserably. "Here," he said, grabbing my hand gently. Images flashed before my eyes, and I pulled my hand away. I stumbled off the bench and backed against the wall, breathing hard. Brendon looked at me with concern. "Are you okay," he quizzed. I shook my head hard.
"Stay away," I whispered.

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"I said, play the song." I shuddered and shakily played a few notes. "NO!" The man shouted. He grabbed my wrist and slammed my hand against the keys. A cacophonous sound tumbled out of the piano as I cringed from the pain. The man walked over to the white plaster wall and punch a hole through it. Dust drifted to the ground, and spare plaster cracked and fell from previous holes. I hung my head to my chest and sat, trembling.
I had tried to run before, but at a mere 5 years old, I didn't make it far. The consequences were worse than an aching hand. The man clenched and unclenched his fists repeatedly, then turned back to me. He had a painful grin plastered across his face.
"One more time," he growled through clenched teeth.

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AUTHORS NOTE!!!
So I had some difficulty with this chapter, but I managed! Whaddya think? Also, any text separated by <><><> is a flashback from Cecily's point of view. So, ya! See you next chaptah! *drops mic* *walks away* *walks back* *picks up mic* Also, if you see any spelling errors or anything, let me know! There will be no hard feelings to those who point out my errors. *goes to drop mic but realized the moment is gone* BYEEEEEEEE