A Broken Song Story

Clouds Clearing

    Another regular day. Nothing out of the ordinary. Damien felt his hand turn the car keys as he starts his car. He blows out a puff of smoke and throws his used cigarette out of the car window onto the road. As he drives to school he looks around the parking lot for the school. He sees the jocks, the nerds, the cheerleaders. All of them had some sort of title. That didn't matter to him in the slightest. As he parked and got out of the car, walking towards the school, everybody's gaze turned to see him. This wasn't unsual. They usually stare and murmur about him for a few seconds before changing the subject. As he walked into the building, the hallways where barely anyone was he felt just an emptiness as he always did. He went to his locker and looked through it. He picked up one of his sketch books and flipped through it. He smiled as he looked at the beautiful pictures he drew on a daily basis in black and white pencil. A bunny rabbit. A wolf in a pasture. A bat sweetly nibbling on a fruit. Yet, the ones he was most proud of was his many many pictures of butterflies he drew. He drew pictures of butterflies on cars, on plants. His favorite one was the one where he drew a butterfly on a blade of grass with a drop of dew on it. It was his favorite, as his only real hobby was drawing.

The school bell rang and he sighed. Damien took his drawing book, hiding it under all his school books as he made his way to class. One of the jocks shouldered him rudely as the two next to him laugh. They walk past him and don't notice him hissing in pain. He looked down at his hand, one of his cuts opened from a paper cut, his glove fallen on the ground. He quickly picks it up and slips it back onto his hand, knowing no one would care even if they did see him bleeding. During lunch as he started walking to his lunch spot he heard some of the usual gossip girls talking. Nothing unusual. "Hey, you heard about that new transfer student? I heard she's mute..." He rolled his eyes as he kept on walking. As he sat down on the dewy grass he breathed in a fresh breath of air. He fishes out his ipod from his jacket pocket. He feels his aripod case and flips it open. As he places the airpods into his ears complete silence fills the space. He takes a peaceful breath before switching on his ipod. He starts playing one of his favorite songs 'The water fountain' by Alec Benjamin. As he listened to it he felt his muscles relax. He enjoyed the sound of music while he drew. He gently placed down his ipod as he took out his array of his sharpened pencils. He looked around and saw inspiration. He smiled as he saw a small bird on the branch of one of the courtyard trees. He started drawing and it all felt natural to him. With every brush of his pencil on the paper and the melody of the music made him feel like the only person in the world. Every stroke dencing with the melody. It was the best feeling when this happened. He felt as if he were unstoppable, blanking out everything around him till he raised his hand and looked at his peice of art. A simple scetch. He took pride in everything he drew. He loved the simplicity in the shading and shapes he drew. The only real thing Damien loved was this hobby since his mother died. She loved his art. She was the only one who supported him. His father was a rich sociopath who gave him everything he asked just so long as he didn't put up with him. He sighed as the school bell rang again, making Damien pack up his things and head to his next class.

Damien silently walked down the hallways of his school, eyes focused on his floor as he swam in his river of thought. As he turned the corner he dosen't notice the shy little thing looking around cautiously and accidently not looking infront of her. As they both look up at the last minute they bump straight into one another. A small yip escapes this elegant creatures lips as she trips over her own two feet and falls to the floor. "Oh god! Im so sorry!" He says  as he sees this small little thing on the ground, hands shaking as she tried picking up all of her books that were mixed in with his. He kneels to help her pick up her stuff, her hair covering her face. He heard her gently whispering 'I-I-Im so s-sorry...' over and over under her breath. He noticed a cut on her finger and gently cupped her hand. She gasped as he did, her hand shaking in his. He gently pulled out a bandaid from his backpack. He had never really used them or needed to use them but he had found them at CVS and figured he should just because he could. As he pulled out a band aid he heard this fragile little thing in front of him breathing shakily and slightly panicked. As if just being in this school building made her shake like a leaf. He gently wrapped the band aid around her finger and he heard her breathing calm slightly. He felt his hand wrapped around hers warmly as he felt his heart pitter and patter against his chest. He slowly looked up at this beautiful creature in front of him just as she did. As the hair cleared from her face his eyes locked with her beautiful amber ones. He felt his heart start to race as his cheeks heated up. She looks away as her cheeks turn a slight pink. 'Who is she.. and why does she make me feel this way...'