The Shattered Memory of a Violinist

//Seventeen - The Unbroken Code//

//Seventeen — The Unbroken Code//

Mason N Singer (FIRST TIME)

I swung the car around the bend, and onto James street. All the houses were dark, and I felt slightly surprised and amused when I brought James’s car up to the driveway, to see him and Chase leaning on the wall. 

James looked pissed, while Chase looked perfectly calm, and their was something that looked like a coat.

I jumped out of the car, and landed squarely on my feet before giving them a smirk. “Drunk, Jamie-boy?”
“Ya furking whipped arse” James snapped, although he was smiling. “Durve Willow homeeee” He slurred.

I sighed, he truly was drunk off his ass. Chase raised an amused eyebrow at James, but added nothing, instead he passed over the coat he was holding.

“Willa left this in Justin’s car. Lottie wanted you to give it back to her, she seemed pretty distressed”
I took the coat. “Did she now?”
“Yep”
“Well, I better get back home. See ya, and give James some orange juice”

Chase saluted mockingly. “Yes, sir”

I laughed and headed down the street. James only lived ten minutes away, so it wasn’t hard at all walking home in the middle of the night. That was how I suspected James got home from the parties he went to — walking, while I dropped the car back home. It took my longer than I would’ve expected, but I made it home, and slipped in, going unnoticed by my sleeping family. I am sure though Mara knew, she had always been a terrible sleeper and seemed to wake to the smallest sounds, while I could sleep like the dead. Especially, after alcohol.

I closed my door quietly behind, and on almost instinct, looked up to Willa’s window. It had been opened slightly, and the curtains hadn't been closed. I knew that she liked to sleep with the moonlight shining through, and I had promised on Wednesday that I wouldn’t look in her room while she slept, because it was extraordinary creepy.

I tossed her coat on my chest, and began to change my clothes quickly. I had began to slip into the covers when I heard the faint beep off a phone, which made me perk right up and look in the direction that it came.

It had been most likely Willa’s phone.

I got out of bed, and patted the pockets until I found the pocket that was occupied with her phone. I slipped it out, and switched it on. The screen illuminated on my face, and I quickly scanned over the message. It was from someone, a private number, saying;

Like my sticky notes? 

There was a picture attached, which I clicked on and up came a wall of yellow sticky notes. They all had a picture on them, that created a large circle. It looked like a language cracker, and the longer I stared at it the more answers that erupted in my head. Quickly, I pushed my chest out of the way, and pulled away the wood that wasn’t nailed yet onto the chest. Behind the wood was all sorts of things that I didn’t want people people, including Willa’s music book.

I took it out, and opened it on my lap.

I had opened up to a page with notes scrawled everywhere, and the strange language that fitting the same patterns as the picture. Quickly, I cracked it, going over my answer twice before trying to understand what it meant, it said;

I had another nightmare. Except this one was about mom. Her abandoning me, again. Going to live with her sixth husband, whom she said was the ‘one’ again.

Then it finished, and I sort of stared at the page before flicking to another. I don’t remember any mention of her mother, I had just a summed she was dead or left when she was born. I wasn’t aware that Willa had actually talked to the women. Somehow, this made me gut clench in anger, which I quickly pushed down as I went over to the next page.