The Violinist

Flashbacks

As I leave the club I think back to key freshman year. When I still had hope and wanted to make my father proud. My mother had recently left us and left a whole in her absence in terms of finances. Hoping to remedy this, I found an application in the hiring section of the local newspaper. With a heart full of hope, I ran quickly to the club after my dad left to work. I reach the club and start feeling pressure once I see the doors. Determined however, I push forward with dreams of praise and affection in my deluded, naive mind. I reached Luna but upon first glance, she rejected me and kicked me out. As I left, my head hung in shame and embarrassment. I returned home to find my father angry. When I left for school, I saw Luna again, yet this time I had a black eye and several bruises. She saw me and I walked away with tears in my eye, disappointed in myself for being a failure in my father's eyes. When school ended, Luna found me walking home with my violin and took me back to the club. As she treated my afflictions, she listened to why story and took pity on me. In exchange for playing at her twelve year old party, I would have a job. I took it happily and played for her daughter a few months later. I make it to my house and plug my phone in to charge. Once it had enough battery, I scroll through my notifications seeing her's and like with Luna' I think to when we met. Again in freshman year, I stumbled into high school from a bad divorce between parents, in search of shelter. There she was. Kind, sweet, fiery, and patient. She too, played violin but also piano, which only made her more attractive. Her face round with high cheek bones, eyes of amber and hair of raven feathers. We grew close until one day, I gathered the courage to ask her out and due to some miracle of God...she said yes. The entire school year passed as if it was only a school day, in an instant. In the final month of school, she and I were to meet in the library to meet up when I saw her kissing another. It broke me. The divorce and beatings from my father were nothing compared to this. She turned and as she saw me, I left. Left to cry and mourn my own loss and wallow in my self-pity.