When it Fades

Chapter 3 "Sad music"

 I got home and unlocked the door, stepping inside the empty home. My door shut behind me as I entered, going over to my electronic keyboard. I began to play a new combination of notes, using the keyboard like a translator, each few notes a word, speaking about my troubles. I began to sing, allowing myself to freely express my recent unease.

"Why is this emptiness so complete? Why is it that the greatest things can lead to the worst sadness? Why is it that we are at our lowest after our highest? Why do we keep on living? Haven't you noticed that the light pervades the darknest so easily, but the darkness is more natural, takes less energy?" I sang out, and pressed some buttons, recording and mixing some parts, until I had a whole instrumental version. I pressed play, and allowed myself to enjoy the wordless rock song. I grabbed my lyric notebook, flipped through my other songs (Which were mostly happier or more rebellious), and began to write my thoughts.

I performed the song, imagining that Colby was listening, and then heard faint footsteps behind me after I played the last chord. Colby? I turned to see my sister stood in the open doorway, smiling.

"Great song. I love it."

"Uhh... Thanks." My face turned red. That song was personal, and I never let anyone listen to any of my songs. Except, Colby. Once. "I thought you were going to arrive later?"

"Plans change." She walked over to me and hugged me, and We stood there for a moment. She was strong and capable, and her cancer hadn't seemed to have much effect this week, and she walked around and acted like normal.

We stood there for a while, and she sat on my bed, and I took a seat on my piano bench.

"How are you feeling?" She asked me, crossing her legs and making herself comfortable.

"Eh. I guess I'm okay. How are you?"

"I suppose I could be worse."

"Yeah." Colby's death had made me more soft-spoken recently. The only thing I wish I could say was how much I cared about him. To him, of course. "You know. I loved him. He was like a brother to me. I wish I could tell him that. I would do anything to let him know how much I care."

"I wish I could help you. I promise to be here for you."

Be here. One of the last few people I can trust may not be here much longer. I shifted uncomfortably at the thought, and she responded by looking me deep in the eyes.

"For as long as I can." She whispered gently, and got up to leave. I wish I would have stopped her. Had her sit there to keep talking. But I was too uncomfortable. Too afraid of death. 

So I ended it on foreshadowing. What do you think happens next? How well is Liam's personality and interests described at this point? Make sure to vote and comment! A random commenter will receive a shout out when my next chapter is released!