Remember

Chapter 92: From Sawyer

Piano...piano....piano!

I've got nothing...

I'm inside Sawyers house. Breaking into private property is easier than I thought.

Carter thinks I'm at home watching movies. I really hope he doesn't randomly show up to check on me.

I had to climb up the side of the house that leads me to Sawyers old room. The balcony doors are never looked.

I turn the flashlight on and make my way downstairs. Everything is dusty, I guess that's a good sign; mean no one is living here. This could be a wild goose chase for all I know. The piano could have nothing to do with anything, and yet here I am.

Those tapes of Sawyer leaving were no help. He literally disappeared off the face of the earth.

The house feels old now, the floor creaks every once in a while. I breath out a shaky breath and proceed out into the hallway and out of Sawyers room.

It's stuffy, yet cold in here. I feel goosebumps form on my arms and pull my sweater closer to me. The echo from my heavy breathing and footsteps fills the house and I can't help but feel that maybe a homeless person might be in here.

I hope not... I keep checking behind me, feeling like something is going to come out and jump at me, but that's just me being paranoid.

I slowly climb down the stairs and take a look into the large empty living room. I sigh out remembering those times where Sawyer and I would peacefully read, him ignoring my existence and me glancing once in a while to study him.

I look down the hallway that leads to the kitchen, it's dark and I just picture Nancy popping out of nowhere to scold me, but end up feeding me again.

My stomach growls at the thought of her food and I quickly turn away from the kitchen.

"Where did you guys go?" I whisper. I slowly walk into the library, all the shelves empty, except for the large piano in the living room.

I wonder if the power is still running? I walk over to the light switch and flip it on and the light turns on. I pull the cover off of the piano. I place the flash light on top of the piano and sit at the bench.

The light flickers and then brightens, I ignore it and don't let it freak me out.

The piano isn't that dusty. I drop to the floor and inspect the bottom of the piano. There are a few cobwebs and some spiders, nothing out of the ordinary.

I walk around the piano and inspect some more, but I don't even know what to look for. It looks like a regular piano.

I breath out frustrated and sit back down on the piano bench. I hit the keys and unpleasant noise resonates throughout the room. I laugh to myself, just the thought of Sawyer running in here furious about how badly I treated the piano. Him screaming, his face turning red, the permanent scowl.

I'm going crazy... I'm dreaming about Sawyer getting mad at me.

I rest my forehand on the piano, my face directly in front of the piano keys.

Why is everything so complicated?

I press a key and I sit up straighter and try not to scream with frustration.

I try playing the small tune Sawyer tried to teach me, but I can't get the ending. I keep playing the beginning part, and try to hear for the ending. I play it once all the way through and close my eyes. Trying to remember the way Sawyer made every note sound beautifully unique.

I stay still after I press the last key to the song. I hear a few clicking noises and quickly stand up. I crease my eyebrows, trying to find that noise. When under the music rack, the small wall slides down. I sit back down and look into where the opening is. I flash my light inside and see a medium sized brown box.