°Chapter 4| stumbling toward the light°

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○Ellie○

Such a strange feeling, indeed a strange one. I could not see the light, I can only feel my breath and could only see darkness. I could not remember what happened yesterday but I can only see him when I close my eyes.

I couldn't remember him, he started reminiscing the moments when were together before but none came into my head, it just went into my ears and evaporated.

His face was dreadful when I denied his actions and thoughts. He was hurt. I felt his heart starting to burst with sadness as his eyes were teary, looking down onto the floor. He walked out from the stage and went elsewhere.

Everything was interrupted when suddenly, the whole orchestra members enters the stage, carrying their instruments with them. The conductor made her grand entrance while most of us were trying to prepare. She was very angry knowing that most of the members were incredibly late.

"Why are most of you are late?? I cannot stand the fact that this group has quite an impressing background of performance throughout the whole school year... But frankly, Ms. Ellie got here early while the rest of you are interested of making me DISAPPOINTED!!!" She exclaimed.

My group members were currently in the mood to cry but still held it back because who knows, we might get a whooping from her.

Suddenly, we heard footsteps, coming from the hall and the noice stopped on the back of the stage. We felt that a person might be running too fast.

I ignored it and stared at my pencil, trying to reminisce about my past. I tried to remember the name 'Brett Yang', but no thought would appear about him, it's like my memories from my childhood were erased permanently but I would still dream a certain event that kept bothering me until now; it started when I was a little girl, I keep dreaming of my father holding my right hand while my left hand was holding a big blue balloon as we were crossing the street until my balloon flew on the other side, I ran to get it and I would see my mom chasing me but... it would always end there. Sometimes, I wake up screaming, my brother would always comfort me when that dream projects into my brain.

It became even more worse until the moment I reminisce about his death, my father's dreadful death. It would always make me want to be succumbed by the darkness inside me.

I stopped there and just looked at our conductor.

She was busy scolding us until a guy appeared and said
"Excuse me, may I enter?!"

My thoughts disappeared and looked at him and I wondered, "who is he??"

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