Piano Memories

Sad memories

I started playing a different song, one far more sad and depressing than the previous one. The song on its own was not really that ominous. However, the memory with which I connected it will always be extremely painful.

I remember my mother had written the words to this song. She had the most beautiful, velvety voice I had ever heard, so whenever she sang it I felt like I was in heaven. She was truly an angel. At least my angel.

*14 years ago*

"Mama can you sing that songgggg??!!! Pretty pretty pleaseeeee??!!" I really liked mama's song.

"Okay okay!" She laughed merrily. "Let's go to the drawing room, shall we?"

"Yes mama yes!!!" I almost shouted. I was so very excited.

She shook her head at my outburst but had a smile on her face. She took me by the hand and we made our way to the drawing room.

We got in and she sat at the piano. "Alright, which song would you like me to play?"

"Um.. the one you sing?" I said hopefully.

"Darling I need you to be a little more specific."

"Um.. the one about a truth I think" I really wasn't sure.

"The truth about you?" She asked rather patiently.

"Yes mama that's the one!" My smile was so big, that my face split nearly in half.

Laughing and shaking her head at me, she started playing.

The song started out slowly with only piano notes. However, soon my mama's angelic voice accompanied the beautiful piano music.

"The truth about, the truth about you, is I can't live without you. Come back to me, come back for me and I can't waste another moment just thinking about you, come back to me, come back for me, I need you. The moment you went out of my life, my heart shattered and shrank. Why did you leave me alone now? Thw truth about, the truth about you, is I can't leave without you. Come back for me, come back to me and I can't waste another moment just thinking about you, come back for me, come back to me..."

"I need you" I finished with a whisper.

My mom offered me a bright smile. She nod her head accordingly. "I need you" she sang.

*Present*

I smiled at the memory. I loved my mother, she served as my idol for many many years. And she still does.

However, soon my smile turned sad and melancholic. This was my mom's favourite song. This was my favourite song. This was the song I played after her funeral.

*13 Years Ago*

'I can't believe it. My world is shattered to pieces. My mom and dad left me. They both died.' I felt increasingly numb as I continued thinking. But numb was good. Numb meant I didn't have to deal with the pain of losing both of my parents in a freak accident.

They were killed in a carriage. They were just outside of the bank, when a burglar ran out. He saw them. He saw them through the curtains of the carriage. And he knew they had seen him. Oddly enough, there were no other people around. We learned this from an eyewitness who was standing at the window of his home. The burglar shot the driver first. Then, he opened the door of the carriage. And he shot them. He shot my mom and dad.

As I remember what the police had told me, how my parents had died, the numbness slowly went away.

And my whole world came tumbling down to the ground. I was an orphan! I had no one to care for me, to read me fairytales, to like me when my sisters didn't. No one to play the piano with.