Music Teacher

Chapter 1

I never knew how I'd ended up an orphan. I didn't know if my parents had died, or if they just really didn't want me.

I refused to let that be the case. Every kid here had kept telling me that. Which is why I didn't believe it. Just because that's what most of them ended up believing after years, didn't mean I had to follow.

They would pick on me the most, call me a freak because I would tell them I could hear my parents in the music; tell them that they would come for me one day. That's when they would take me by the river and throw me in it, laugh at me when I would try to resurface and continue to push me further down. One of those times I actually stayed down, taking in a deep breath before they pushed me in and waited until they left - counting the seconds.

Thirty-five.

After that day, I'd hide out in the meadow until they'd call for dinner and then go straight to bed. None of the staff minded to question it, or directly to me at least, since there were the other kids for that. Everyone had their own way of looking at me now, whether it was in sympathy, in disgust (where mostly everyone stood), or they just didn't care.

I'd managed to befriend one person though, and that was the therapist, Ms. Honey. To say she was the sweetest lady I'd met my whole life was an understatement. Because 'sweet', was Helga, one of the kitchen ladies. Ms. Honey was like a mother figure to me.

On each of our meetings she would give me a red lollipop if I'd sing her something.

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"Why do the other kids pick on you?" She asked. Her voice so soft and soothing it could rock me to sleep.

"Because I sing sometimes. I tell them it's the only way I can speak to my parents." I spoke with my face down.

"And your parents, do your parents talk to you?"

"Yes. They speak to me through the music."

"What kind of music?"

I hesitated before responding, not sure if to answer; afraid she'd laugh at me too like the others did. I'd only just met her, I didn't know her. They never understood. Nobody could, it was something only I could hear--feel.

"Reyna?" She urged, but softly.

I looked up at her and breathed in before explaining. "In the meadow. The music in the meadow."

Her hazel eyes stared back at mine as if expecting me to go on, but that was all I had. I looked back down to my hands on my lap, expecting a laugh. She surprised me though, when she laid her hand on my shoulder and asked me to show her.

The walk there was short, given that the meadow was right behind the orphanage, past a few trees.

I led her to where I always sat and sat down, making room for her on the already matted down area.

"The grass protects me," I mumble.

"It is quite tall," she points out. Her eyes squinting up at it. "Has anybody ever found you here?"

"It's a large meadow, and they don't like to come past the trees."

"Why not?" She frowns.

"One of the kids once said they'd seen a bear," I chuckle.

"Why is that funny?"

"Because it was me." And then we were both laughing. The feeling was so great. It felt good to do it with another person and not just by yourself.

"What made them think you were a bear?"

"I was wearing a big jacket with a blanket over me. It was cold that day, so I brought my blanket out with me."

We recovered from the laughter and just sat there in silence for a while. While I contemplated the grass, she took the time to write in her notebook, or whatever it was.

Then I heard it - what we'd come out for in the first place - as the wind blew, swaying the grass above us, the trees, rushing the flowing river. Like a self-composed piece all in itself. And the birds now sang along.

"There," I said.

"What?" She closed her notebook.

"The music, it's everywhere."

With how she was looking at me I'd expected her to end the meeting and instead send a psychologist for me.

"Your parents."

I looked at her. She was smiling. It was a genuine smile, as if she understood.

I nodded. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth, letting the notes flow along with the rest. Singing to the song they sent for me. And as much as I knew this was for me, I knew someone somewhere would hear my song and know it was for them, know that I would come back. I had let them know I was safe. And whatever reason my parents had for not coming to get me, or not finding me yet, I knew it wasn't because they didn't want to. Something must have been holding them back. Keeping them from doing so.

Leaving me with the only option I knew would be crazier than hearing music in the wind. I had to escape and find them myself

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A/N

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