The Shattered Memory of a Violinist

//Twenty - Dear, dear Averie//

//Twenty — Dear dear, Averie//

Willa Van der Mariel

I was still shaking when I was sent to History, and it was taking lots of energy to keep calm. My mind was whirling. I had always suspected she had told someone. But, I thought it would’ve been Maddi or Asha, or someone I trusted.

Or even her diary. 

But, no.

I had started getting little sticky notes like that ever since Averie was put into a coma. They came at least once a week, and after a while I learnt that they were just bluffing. That they never did the things they said they did. 

I still didn’t tell anyone. 

I have no idea what held me back. But, it had been my secret. Somehow, I enjoyed getting the notes. Which was weird, since they were usually threatening to tell everyone my secrets.

Well, secrets that I need to keep secret. 

Because, I knew that if it got out — it could hurt so many people.

Too many people.

I sucked in a sharp breath, and continued to tap my finger against the table as I waited for class to start. I expected Averie to be in my head, but there was nothing. She had been quiet for the past few days, and I was scared. I craved to have Averie back, with her obsession with books and her loving protectiveness. My heart clenched in pain.

I didn’t like feeling weak. 

But, I missed by twin. My other half. 

“Are you crying?” Inquired an obnoxious voice. 

I quickly looked over, too see Mason here. He was looking at me with a slightly curious and concern expression. I hadn’t realised I was crying, the tears had just seemed to fall. I quickly wiped my eyes.

“Er, no”

Mason still looked slightly worried, which made my heart skip a beat. I teared my eyes away from him and looked around the room. There was no one there.

It was deadly quiet, and the only thing I could hear was Mason’s breathing

“Where is everyone?” I questioned.

“Home”

I perked my head up. “What?”

“You missed History” He said calmly. “You were just staring blankly at the wall the whole time”

I couldn’t believe it. I missed history. 

“B-but” I stammered, and looked up at the clock.

I had indeed missed history, and was now running late to pick up Eldon and Mathew. My eyes widen, and I was out of my seat before I could trip over. I swung my bag over my shoulder, and went to bolt around Mason.

“ELDON! I HAVE TO PICK HIM UP!” I shrieked, as I tried to get past Mason.

Mason shook his head. “Mara picked them up”
I stopped. “She what?”
“Yeah, don’t look so surprised. I texted her telling her to pick them up” He said.

“Why would you do that?” I questioned. “Mara can’t even drive”

Mason shrugged. “Too late now. Now come on, I am taking you out for coffee”
I stared at him, and couldn’t help a smile to grow up my lips. “Are you taking me out on a date?” I teased, although my heart was quickening.