The Shattered Memory of a Violinist

//Eighteen - It's Not Real//

//Eighteen — It’s Not Real//

Willa Van der Mariel

All day I had been cooking, and now I was surprised I hadn’t turned into a baker or chef. Honestly, my fingers felt numb and my face was covered in flour. Mike had helping Kelly clean the barbecue all day, and moving things around the get their garden prepared for the barbecue. Of course, I was put in charge of cooking. It wasn’t even funny. I wanted to be practising, but no.

I was the girl, so I was cooking. 

Also, I don’t think Kelly wanted to poison the neighbours.

I quickly slid the Raspberry Pie into the oven, and slipped off the oven mitt. Which was covered in cookie patterns. Already I had cooked a Chocolate Cake, Potato Salad and Red Velvet Cupcakes, which had been iced with pink butterflies. 

I turned around and saw Averie sitting at the bench, reading a book. Her brown hair was up in a neat bun, and she was wearing a large sweater over her leotard and I knew she was wearing shorts underneath the sweater.

“Can you help me carry these over to Kelly’s?” I asked her.

Averie didn’t look up, so I repeated my question. Then, she did and I saw her eyes. They were close, like she was sleep sitting.

I felt everything inside of be turn to ice.

Averie is in a coma, not in my kitchen.

I screamed, and took a step backwards but managed to trip over my feet, and collapsed to the floor. A dull aching pain went up my bum, but I ignored it and pulled my legs to my chest, and buried my face into them.

“It’s not real” I said to myself. “It’s not real”

After five minutes of rocking myself on the floor, I lifted myself up, holding onto the bench for moral support. I looked at where she had been sitting, and there was nothing there. Only the stool.

Empty of a desert plain.

I hadn’t realised that my heart had began to pump, and I felt tears rising to my eyes. I had just imagined my sleeping sister. 

I waited for her little voice in my head, but it never came. 

Slowly, I picked up the Chocolate Cake, and left that kitchen as quickly as I could. I gripped onto the cake box, and pretended to be perfectly calm when I reached Kelly’s, who kissed me on both cheeks when I gave her the cake, and I promised her I would be back with more. 

— The Shattered Memory of a Violinist —

“WILLA!” Yelled Dave from downstairs. “COME ON IT’S TIME TO GO!”
I pulled out my ear phone, brining the classical music away from my ear. I stood up, and brushed down my shirt in the mirror, and my hair which had frizzed up a bit. I had decided to wear dark jeans, and a nice flower shirt which was comfortable on me. My hair was falling down around me in curls, and I had refused to wear shoes. 

“COMING!” I yelled back as I leaped down the stairs. 

Eldon and Mike had already left, but I had stayed behind because my cake was not ready yet. Dave had just got back from a meeting just then, so we were going over together. He was holding my cake, and I shot him a warning look.

“Don’t drop that”
“Don’t worry, dear” He said, looking amused. 

I nodded, keeping my serious face and together we headed over the road.