Lights

Chapter 1: Say Something

Lindsey's Prov.

The last thing I saw from my father was a smile that never met his eyes, before he left us forever.

It's silly on how much do you know the world before you truly had tasted its wrath. I used to have a good life illuminating joy and happiness, but now it's seems as if that life never existed just like a dream.

My dad used to tell me that life is a thousand shining lights that flicker on and off all the time. Those times where it gets rough the light turns off, and those times where it brings you the greatest joy and happiness will just turn it on and shine it's brightest. I used to believe in that saying of his.

I used to.

Today I stand hear with a strange man who definetly seeks trouble. I know this man and I don't like him one bit. It was ridiculous to ask him who he is, but I wanted to hear that venomous name out of his lips.

Alexander Night.

The Alexander Xavier Winston Night, son of the CEO of Night Records which is the most known record label over our entire country. Heir of each and everyone of Mr.Clarence Huffington Night's properties and riches. The only student in the entire campus of Lockwood High to ever have special treatment from all of the faculty and staff. The snotty rich guy whom all boys in my school are dying to be. The one and only knock out heartthrob whom all the girls want to have a single chance with. People feared him, people adored him. Nobody threatens him, nobody tries to argue with him. Everything he says will be followed by all. That's how he likes it. Which is why he is the raining definition of a spoiled brat.

His dark green eyes were focused on my wet ones, but I would not give him the satisfaction of seeing me in my weakest state. I slowly stood up tall wiped away all my tears, concealing my emotions. Every step I took towards him was another dagger to his chest and I bet he knows it. Now, I am face to face with this man whom surely all girls would die for, except me. Normally, normal girls won't do what I am going to do, but hey I am not a proper girl. He is looking down on me with sympathy scribbled every inch of his face. Ha! I don't need your remorse. I smiled at him and said.

" Sorry but your not welcome here." Then I slammed the door on his pretty little face.

As I turned around, everyone in the room stared at me in shock like I had just done a great in justice. Usually in ordinary days I would fluster in embarrassment, only today isn't an ordinary day. My feet carried me to my room as I got there I shut the door not forgetting to lock it. At that moment I did the one thing I can do. I took a stool and started playing the piano.

As the melody came out, so did the tears. Not holding back, I didn't care that my fingers were crashing down on the keys or that it may suddenly break. My sanity wasn't intact this time. While I was playing the song the only things that were running through my mind was the memories of my father. The times we spent dancing around the hallways to a 80s track, those times where he would tuck me into bed and give me a kiss goodnight, those times when I was down and he would do anything just to cheer me up. He loved me. I thought he loved me.

Remembering on how just last week he announced to us that we were going to New York so that I could join the "Young Pianists Competition." The joy I felt that time was uncontainable, before I knew it I was jumping around the house not caring that I was looking like a little school girl in a teenage girl's body. Everyone in the room was starring at me while my sister was laughing her butt off just seeing me like this. On the other hand, my mom was smiling at me with pride in her eyes. It was a genuine happy memory. Only now that memory has become a nightmare for me. Thinking on how the competition was only a few days away, I wondered on how I can muster the strength to even play without breaking down. As much as I'd hate to disappoint anyone since all of them are counting on me to deliver an extravagant performance. I just can't do it anymore.

When I thought I was completely alone, a knock was heard from the door and I stopped playing. Swinging my head to the direction of the door, suddenly I heard a voice.

" Lindsey?" The voice was muffled; however, I knew it was him out there. I didn't want to talk to him at all, so I chose not to answer praying that he would finally leave me alone.

" Lindsey, I know you are in there I just heard you playing. Please open the door." His voice sounded hoarse. Was he actually pleading? Did he actually care?

No. There's simply something that he wants from me and I'm sure he wouldn't stop until he gets it. For a moment I debated with myself whether if I should open it or not, after all I do not wish to speak with him but he is relentless.

" Lindsey?" Sighing I turned to open the door only to see him with his head down and arm resting on the door frame. His eyes shot up in surprise, I simply stared at him blankly. I turned around marching towards the piano, completely ignoring his exsistence. What did he expect me to actually talk to him?

As I resumed playing, I felt him coming closer to the point where he decided to pull a chair and seat beside me as I played. He can stay there as long as he wants just as long as he doesn't bother me, although I would prefer him walking out anytime now. Why would my sweet little sister ever think of inviting this jerk to this trip? What does she even see in him? All I see is a 18 year old senior who wishes nothing but to play football during the day and sleep with girls at night. Whose arrogance is higher than the Statue of Liberty itself, doesn't have any clue what real life actually is because all his life is a giant silver spoon to his mouth. Callie sure has a thing for jerks, she hit the jackpot on this one. He didn't deserve her love since he never even returned that love to her. Not even once. He had ruin thousands of lives, including mine.

" Lindsey..." I heard him start but I already hated it, he has no right to even use my name. Which angered me more, recalling all the pain he had caused me. Catching him off guard as I stood up and started to walk out the door. Sadly, he had quick reflexes that made him easily grab a hold of my arm. He turn me towards him, we were extremely close to each other but I didn't wish to see his disgusting face.

" Look I know that you don't like me, and I really don't understand why..." Oh you know why Mr.Jerk. Stop pretending you are so innocent to any of this. The grip that he had in my arm was a strong one, but I managed to yank it free. I ran as fast as I could, down the stairs and out the door into the pouring rain. Simply not caring anymore just hoping to get myself out of there I can't face him, I can't face any of them. Rain poured down on me; however, I stood still. Until I heard footsteps coming out of the house. Why does he keep following me? Hasn't he done enough to me? He came closer to me, but I did not move. Without looking at him I knew he was tired and breathless as he spoke again.

" But please at least say something." Honestly, I had enough of this. Taking a glance at the scar on my hand that I had for so long. He wants me to speak to him then I will grant his wish.

I faced a cold stare at him, a stare more that enough to make the room drop to -100 degrees, clears my eyes still totally wet and my vision unclear, but he wants me to speak so I will speak. After all I have only one thing to say to him.

"I hate you."

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A/N: Hey!!! :) So this is chapter 1! Yeh I know that this doesn't really give much, but it plays an important part to the story ;) Trust me. A lot of unanswered questions in this chapter that will be answered in the next ones :) Chapter 2 will be more detailed than this promise! :) So stay tuned! Hope you guys liked it! :)

Song for this chapter: Say Something I'm Giving Up On You by A Great Big World ft. Christina Aguilera

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