Remember

8. Musical secret

A thousand years - Christina Perri

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-Abigail's POV

I had heard rumours about the memory loss of Joey but I hadn't really paid attention to it until he was right in front of me.

When I accidentally ran right into him, I was terrified as he also had the reputation of a bullly. I couldn't utter one single word and it got worse when he started talking to me. At first his words reached my eardrums like babbled sounds. I was still under the shock of bumping into him.

After some moments, I realised that he was talking to me and I was even more surprised.. Joey Mcwell was asking for my help! Either he is blind or he had really gone crazy.. I knew that he had joined the literature class but he was always bunking! And today, he was asking me where is his class... Are you fucking kidding me!?

Just when I thought that all this was a prank, he has the nerves to snap at me just because I asked if he was sure that he wanted my help and turned his back to me without even waiting for my reply. How rude! Well, I then thought that he could find the class on his own and retorted back but he didn't hear me.

After I reached the class I took my usual seat on the front row and burried my head in my book. Imagine my surprise when after a few minutes, a familiar voice came from the door.

"Please excuse me for my lateness Sir. May I come in?"

Raising my eyes abruptly, I saw Joey near the door looking as elegant as ever. Remove such thoughts from your mind stupid! The whole class stared at him awkwardly. Now our doubts were confirmed.. Joey had definitely lost his bloody memory!

He looked at the baffled students and his eyes met mine. He didn't pay attention to me and walked to sit two desks away from mine but in the same row. He probably thinks that I'm a psycho and weird girl but I don't care. He is free to think as he please.

The rest of the class went off smoothly as I was concentrating on the book at work, Wuthering Heights. As soon as the class ended I hurried out from the class as my next and favourite lesson would soon soon begin; Music. I hadn't made two steps in the corridor that I heard a familiar voice behind me.

"Hey you! Wait up!"

I turned around slowly already recognizing that voice.

"Joey.. what do you want?" I ask bluntly and uninterested.

"Well.. I just wanted to tell you that-"

"I'm not interested." I cut him off.

"Sure you are! I wanted to return you your book.. It fell down." he says harshly. So now Joey helps others.. That's a first.

"Oh.. thanks but-"

"Don't bother girl.. It's okay." he said before I could say something snappy and walked away.

I decide not to ruin my mood for him and rush off to the music room. Actually since 3 years I had been learning music secretly from the professor, Mr Knit. It all started when Sarah, my sister died. At that time I was so traumatised that I couldn't talk. It was music and singing that helped me to recover.

*Flashback 3 years ago*

I walked past the music department, my eyes lowered, to leave the building. I hadn't said a single word since Sarah's death and I felt empty. As I strolled like a zombie, I heard a melodious tune from a music room and before I knew it, I was inside staring at Mr Knit who was playing the piano. My eyes autoamtically closed and I let the music seep through every part of my soul and body.

A few moments later, I heard a voice singing in duet with the tune.. It was me! After one week of absolute silence, I was singing.. who would have believed that?

"You have a really pretty voice dear. Would you like take up music classes?" Mr Knit asked kindly when he finished playing.

"Y-yes.. but can you teach me without anyone's knowledge?" The words tumbled out of my mouth before I could stop them. For someone who was unable to even mummur a few minutes ago, I was being pretty talkative..

"Why so?" he asked intrigued.

I then told him about my sister's death and about the fact that she had the same talent for singing. After her death, mother doesn't like anybody singing since it reminds her of her dead daughter. I somehow felt at ease in his company and opened my heart to him.. He understood and agreed to give me private classes once a week during lunchbreak.

*End of flashback*

Since that day I couldn't help thinking that Sarah gave me her melodious voice before going. Thank you sis..

After looking around to make sure that I was alone, I slipped into the class where Mr Knit awaits me every week.

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The song that Abby heard and sang with Mr Knit is at the begining of the chapter.

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