Arc 1: Part 2

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"You have to be more like your older brother!!!"
"Yes......"
But what if I don't want to be my brother....
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"How is it...."
"Hmmmm.....it feels like there is something off about it."
Again.....there it is again....
"I can't put my finger on it.....its like its lacking something...."
I'm always messing things up....
"Oh, I get it you are playing with no emotions to make music come to life you have to put all your emotion into it......it feels like your copying someone.....you should just be you."
She...is the only one who understands me...

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"This is wrong!!! Wrong!! You need to play the paino like your brother."
.....Again I'm being told this....

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Why?! Why am I the one who has to live?!

Why won't you hang on just a bit longer I will find a way for us to escape.

Please.....please....don't.....leave me all alone.....

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Its my fault your gone right.
It's my fault
If only it was me not you
Maybe you would still be here
Now you have left me waiting for it all to end

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I have to live for you
For the sake of your death I must live on remembering you
So that you have a since of existence

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I'm sorry I can't wait any longer
I just miss you
So much
I feel lonely when your not here

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In a empty silent hospital room a young boy lies in a bed silently.

His body is riddled from injuries from head to toe.

His short silky hair reflects the sunlight off it.

His skin is a sickly pale color, dark circles lie underneath his eyes.

He looks like a corpse.

But the heart moniter beside the bed silently beeps weakly remind all that his heart is still beating.

But everything suddenly freezes as a butterfly flies into the room landing on the youths nose.

Tears slowly slide down the boys cheeks as his wing like eyelashes open slowly.

He brings his hand covered in wires to his face and cries.

Crystal like tears flood from his light blue eyes.

The butterfly then vanishes outside the window.

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