Bass Lessons ~ {Twiggy Ramirez}

The First Lesson.

Athena

I have the same re occurring dream... 

 I am running around, looking for my dad in some sort of a dark alley. I stop, and see him lying on the ground bleeding out.  I try to run to get to him, to help, but I never seem to get closer.

I collapse to my knees and start crying, I yell for him but he doesn't hear me, he just lies there, calling out my name. 

Then all of a sudden, I'm at the hospital, where I watch my dads almost lifeless body lay there. I can't go to him, he is calling for me, but I can't seem to reach him. I cant look away either. 

I hear the sound of the flat line, then all of a sudden, I am back in the alley way, but this time I am by myself. 

It is dark, and I turn around, trying to look for a way out, but I can't see anything, I can't move.

My knees shake as I start to hear footsteps coming closer to me. There is a tall dark figure. I am never able to make out who they actually are, or what it looks like. 

The tall, dark figure reaches something out towards me. It was a gun. 

Three shots, three gun shots burred deep into my chest. 

I scream as I fall to the ground.

* * *

I shoot up in my bed. My chest is rising and falling at a fast pace, and my heart is thumping loudly in my ears. 

I wipe an arm across my forehead, and like the rest of my body, I am drenched in sweat. 

I take a couple deep breaths to try and calm myself down.

"It's just a dream" I tell myself

Yeah, just a dream. A dream that felt so real. 

I swing my legs over the side of my bed and get out. The breeze that was generated from my fan nips at my skin and makes me shiver. I grab the robe that was by my bed and wrapped it around my naked body. 

I make my bed and start walking upstairs. 

I get to the kitchen to make coffee. As I fill up the coffee pot in the sink, I stare at the stove's clock. 

It was nine thirty in the morning. I sigh, I didn't even get to sleep in, this damned nightmare keeps waking me up, I haven't had a decent sleep since the night before my father died. I shrug it off as if it was going to go away, as if I haven't tried to just "Shrug it off" in the past. 

I pour the water into the coffee maker to boil and brew. Soon, the kitchen would be filled with the scent of fresh coffee. 

I make my way to the fridge and pull out some strawberries. 

I cut them up, and take a bowl of them, along with some coffee and pain medication into my mothers room. 

When I open the door, she is laying there, watching television. When she sees me she give a smile 

"Hey, Athena. Good morning"  She practically whispers.

"Hey mom" I pause "This is for you. Also, I have to go out in a bit" I say, hoping she wouldn't ask many questions

I didn't really want to explain the whole story about finding the bass, and meeting this stranger named Jeordie so he can help me play it. She was part of the reason why my father stopped collecting music so much. My mother hated the type of music he liked and thought it was a waste of time and money to collect the records.