My Silent Words

Chapter 16 - Damien

Alexander's POV

As we arrive towards the room where our detention was settled, I sat down on a random seat in the middle and which, Isaiah sat beside me.

It was 3 o'clock in the afternoon and still have two hours before our dinner.

As I took a quick pace of the room, excitement filled me in seeing a 6 stringed instrument hanging on the back part of the room.

Getting up and taking a step closer to where the guitar was located, I realized it was quite old and dusty. And the strings are looking quite rusty to play.

This really needs changing.

I took the guitar and wiped of the remaining dust and walked back on my seat next to Isaiah.

As I started to put my fingers on the designated fret and play a random chord, the sound of an untuned guitar sound flooded the room, earning an 'eek' from Isaiah.

“That needs tuning.”

Nodding at his statement, I tried to turn one of the pegs, it made a squeaking sound, which of course, means that it was decades old.

As I turned the last peg on the bottom, it suddenly broke dividing it into two pieces.

Isaiah's eyes widen at the action.

“Oh my gosh! You broke the string. How are we supposed to find another one before the teacher finds out?” he said in a panic state.

I walked towards my bag and pulled out a #1 guitar string. He let out a sigh of relief in seeing the object on hand.

“So, you know how to put it on its place?” he asks.

No idiot, I don't know. OF COURSE I DO! What do you think I always put guitar strings in my bag for?

I gave him a glare that made him shut up and stared at the tiled floor.

As I finished putting the string on its place, I wiped out the sweat on my forehead and pushed my eyeglasses adjusting it for better and a comfortable position.

I grab ahold of the guitar comfortably on my lap and placed my fingers on the frets and started strumming and finger styling. Each strum and pluck of the strings sent calm and melodic notes that came flying all over the room. It sent shivers to my spine as I continued my small show. Each pluck, each strum, each chord I play sent beautiful euphony that came dancing passed and on my ear.

As I came to an end, I was greeted with a round of applause from my audience. Well, actually just one audience. Isaiah was actually listening to me while I was playing the instrument.

“It was beautiful.” he started. “You're beautiful.” my cheeks felt fire hot when he mentioned his compliment.

I was about to play another song until a loud greeting came from the door.

“I'm sorry I'm late, I had been doing other things in the office and then I had to- HEY, WHO TOLD YOU TO TOUCH THAT, HUH?!” the teacher's gaze fell on me and the guitar. I felt horrified at his sudden walk towards me and taking the guitar.

“YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF YOURSELF FOR USING AN OBJECT WITHOUT PERMISSION FROM THE OWNER.” My gaze fell on the tiled ground.
“And who told you to...” he stopped and I looked up. His gaze now settled up on the guitar. His expression turned from being furious to a feeling of sympathy.

“You changed it.” He said, now in a calmer tone. “Nobody dared to touch this guitar ever since Damien left this academy.” he said going to the teacher's table and placing the guitar on top on it.