LOST

Chapter 9

Nina's POV

Why is a little boy here? Who brought him? Where are his parent? Is he missing?

The clothes he wore looked old, his head was placed on a black school bag.

Poor boy, I am sure his parents are somewhere looking for him.

His face was so peaceful: like there was nothing to worry about.

I wish I was his age. I wouldn't be suffering this way, everything would be so much easier.

"Allison! Allison!" She needed to take care of him, I couldn't do this right now. I was too depressed to worry about this boy. Why was she taking so long? She might have gone back to sleep.

"What is it? are you okay is there a problem?" her panicked voice and breath gave me the impression that she feared the worst as she came out through the door.

What could possibly happen here apart from finding a little boy sleeping. That girl always found the need to exaggerate everything.

I sighed and replied before she assumed zombies were here.

I pointed to the little boy...

"I found him lying here when I came out. Take him inside and inform Uncle. He'd find out who his parents are." I turned to leave, unfortunately that's when Allison regained her senses.

"Oh my gosh, how did he end up here?" she asked.

"How am I supposed to know?" I yelled. She rushed to his side already taking him in her arms. She held him like she knew him her whole life. I was surprised the boy hadn't woken up with all the attention he was getting.

"Maybe he's lost, we have to call a doctor. He might be sick, his temperature is a bit high. I hope he wasn't freezing out here for long," she said, placing her palm on his forehead.

I couldn't believe she was about to cry I mean it's not like the boy was dead or something he was just asleep.

"Look I already told you to take care of it, you can call the doctor I don't really care. Remember to tell uncle about this when he comes back so he can find his parents and we can give him back, Allison I swear if you don't stop crying I will personally place you in a mental institution." Having said my piece of mind I left her to deal with the child she seemed to have fallen in love with.

Leaving my safe haven to the outside world, specifically town made feel paranoid and defensive, I hate not knowing what I walk into.

Everything in town was still the same except me, the arrogant, rude, and heartless girl they knew was now the broken girl who cried herself to sleep, woke up in tears because of the nightmares she had, the weak and depressed girl who couldn't get up from bed or think straight. She was now the girl with no reason to live, no future and no love.

The old buildings, roads, the one diner everyone went to, Benley's bar, the ridiculous high school they thought was the best but in reality was one of the worst and lastly the barren park no one went to.

I had never felt so lonely, the day drake died was the day I felt it all.

It felt as though I was the only one in pain, the only one who lost him, the only one suffering his loss and the only one in this world who had nothing.

Tears flowed down my cheeks as I remembered, it made me look crazy but I didn't care, nothing mattered to me anymore.

The person that made me want to live and be happy left me so why even try if I am going to be alone.

Finally I got there, THE BENLEY'S BAR
I used to play there before drake's death, the piano there was amazing and at that point all I want to do is feel the keys again. I couldn't play in the house because of Allison.

Cleaning my eyes and cheeks I drew a long breath and entered the through the solid oak door. The place looked the same like the rest of the town.

"Where is Mr Benley I need to see him. " I asked the bartender when I reached him, I didn't have time for pleasantries, just wanted to play and leave the place. The only way to do that was by talking to Benley.

He raised his head and looked at me, when realisation hit home he cleaned his hands with a napkin sitting on the counter and then left. I relaxed myself on one of the stools, to wait for the man.

The people there were making me uncomfortable; although I didn't pass through a lot of people to get to the bar it still disturbed me.

"Nina.... oh my it is you" he finally graced us with his presence, the old man who has been nice to me even with my rotten personality. I always wondered why he was so nice to me considering how I treated him, and I finally came to a reasonable conclusions being that it was because I brought a lot of customers.

"The place hasn't been the same without you, we have all missed you so much and I am glad you are back. Wait .... You are here to stay right? " Too much fake, nothing he said so far was real, he meant, "I am so glad you are back because that means more customers."

His age was getting the best of him, he couldn't even lie properly.

"No I am not here to stay; I just need to play at the moment, I don't know about later though. Now, I am not going to beg you to let me play, but I am not doing it without your permission either so which is it. Am I playing or not " I crossed my arms with a bored look knowing perfectly well he wasn't going to say no, considering he needed me.

"Of course sweetheart, you don't need my permission to play it's actually an honor to have you play here again." Those words earned an eye roll from me, sweet talking me was not going to keep me there he should've know that by now.

Will these people never learn?

"Sure whatever you say, my fingers are itching to play." I shrug at him leaving him to walk in the direction of the reason why I was there. Finally reaching the stage I stopped to look at what had been my source of release for years.

The keys looked so alone just like me, they made feel wanted, in control and relieved for awhile.

Playing has always been a part of me; I don't know who I will be without playing.

I begun playing after my parents death when my uncle thought it would help heal me from the sadness, help me reconnect, I fell in love with it and for years I played every day directing my emotions and memories in whatever I played.

Standing before it, I didn't know if I could actually do it, the sadness within me was too great, so much that I didn't think the piano could quell it.

I just hoped because I needed it.

I stretched my hand to touch and feel it, to connect with it after all this time.

"Help me"

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