"You don't get it, that boy was born lost, like his daddy, he's been slipping through my fingers ever since the day I gave birth to him. It's his father's darkness, you leave him alone and he'll head straight towards death."
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It'd been a few days since the incident. I'd managed to subside the nightmares. I'd woken up screaming myself awake in the dead of night. People always came rushing in worried for me. I knew all of them didn't think I was going to survive. To make it through what we were facing. But I wasn't about to let death take me. I needed to find if my brother was still alive. I knew it was a long shot but he'd just constantly been on my mind as of late. He never knew of the trials I faced. Only that my parents had a strange fixation on me. He'd worried for me, having ideas of what they'd do but never actually knowing. Just like right now, I had many ideas on where he could be, many ideas of what he could be, but yet again, just how it twisted around, we never actually knew. Nothing was certain. It never could be.
I sat in the parlour room, my eyes glued to the sheet of paper I'd been writing notes on. Trying to make use of my free time. So far apart from thinking of all the amazing music composers before me, thinking about each individual thing wrong with them, I even went so far as to write a list of what was wrong with them and the compositions of theirs I liked. But that wasn't what I was currently writing. I scribbled latticework writing the staff lines seeing if I could find an endearing intervening section for the music to correspond in pitch on the diatonic scale. It sounded like gibberish, but I'd known how to read and write it my whole life.
I glanced between Ofelia, Alicia, Daniel and Nick, all of us sitting here, waiting for something to happen, anything to happen. I felt a set of eyes and turned up. My blue eyes laid on Ofelia who seemingly didn't look away. "Do you play much?" Ofelia tried to strike a conversation. I hadn't ever talked with her which was off considering the close proximity. I let my lips curl up nodding.
"Just a little bit." I chided her continuing with writing. Ofelia nodded shrinking away awkwardly.
"Understatement of the year." Alicia bit dryly making me roll my eyes with ease.
"Can I hear you play something?" Ofelia asked kindly trying to continue with the conversation and I sighed walking over to it pulling it back glancing down at the notes I'd written. Letting my fingernail glide over the strings I then kept them steady letting the music fade, I glanced up seeing all their eyes on me. That's what I always loved about playing music, I remembered. The feel of everyone's eyes on me, watching in anticipation, listening closely, for flaws, for artistry. No one talked, no one argued, everything was peaceful as they listened carefully. My fingers slowly plucked at the strings playing what I had written. It sounded much better in my mind but I doubted anyone in the room could tell the difference between what was badly written and what sounded nice. The two seemingly merged together. Once my fingers had finished dancing around the harp I let the music softly fade out glancing around with a small smile. "That was beautiful."
"I should hope so; I have spent 12 years of my life playing the harp. Even went to a music university." I shared with her a tight smile forming on my lips at the remembrance of what could have been my future.
