Depressing Short Stories

Music

(please play the music on the side :D)

I like how my fingers my across the piano and produce a hypnotizing and sweet melody that will fill the room. How I'll be able to lose myself while playing and to just sit down there and forget about reality, forget about all my problems.

Forgetting. That's why I love music. It helps me forget where I am, who I am and why I am here. It helps me escape from this crazy world. Especially this special song composed by Marco Beltrami for the show called The Giver.

Even though it's only within 2 minutes, it's able to create a new world and multiple complex feelings. All in just two minutes. Don't even get me started on the movie or the books. The concept of not seeing colours so we wouldn't judge others and everyone will be equal is just amazing.

I myself only watched the movie and wasn't able to get the book but I would want to live in that world. A world where everyone is naive and equal. No one feels anything; no pain, no suffering, no lost. But I guess not being able to enjoy music will only be one of the downside.

I carefully pressed the keys on the piano, not wanting to make a mistake and mess up the recording. under the dim light, I let myself to be lost within the song as my fingers continues to press the keys, sometimes softly and sometimes hard.

I moved my body as my fingers climb up the keys and descend them. I emphasized on the parts where it was harder to play and therefore for emotional. Soon, I found myself almost at the end of the piece and tears slowly crawling down my face.

At the last chord, a single tear dropped onto the key, specifically the middle C. I quickly stopped the recording and replayed it over and over again. The beautiful and soothing sound of the piece i played filled the dark and empty room.

It wasn't close to the one in the movie but it was good enough for me. I let my fingers run over the keys for the last time, not pressing them. Oh how I would miss this place when it would be gone. I'll miss sneaking out just to play this old grand piano.

"You play really well." a voice said, startling me.

I almost fell onto the floor as I was kneeling down. I averted my attention to the person who called out to me. Nodding humbly, I said, "Thank you."

He placed his hands into his pocket and walked towards me. I couldn't really see him as it was dark but I could hear him loud and clear. "Could you play it for me, again?"

Surprised, I answered, "Yes, I can but I prefer not to."

"Ah, but this place will be sold soon, yeah? It has been a long time since I heard someone play. I really like that piece you played, what's it called?" he asked, staying in the shadows.

"Rosemary's song. There really isn't a name for it though." I whispered back, quickly adding the last part.

"Could you play it again as I would want to record it too so I'll be able to listen to it over and over again. Please?"

"All right. Just because you asked nicely."

I sat down on the piano chair and flexed my fingers. I could feel my heart beating really fast and my stomach churning. I've never played in front of anybody except myself. I inhaled slowly and cleared my mind.

I closed my eyes and let my fingers run up and down the piano. As soon as my fingers hit the keys, the melodic music started to ring thorughout the room. I played about my life, my thoughts and my dreams. I played about everything and let my fingers do the work.

I ended the song by letting the key go softly which resulted a soft sound. I didn't want to open my eyes; I didn't want the moment to end. I wished it would last forever. I could hear soft sobs from the person who was beside me.

"Y-you remind me of my mother. T-the way you p-played, it was with a burning passion. Just l-like my mother, you potrayed a story that I saw playing out in my mind. I saw a young girl sneaking out her room just to be here. I saw you, Elizabeth." he admitted, choking on his words.

"Well, thank you. Did you, um, recorded the song?" I asked softly.

He stopped crying for a second to remember that he didn't. He was about to say something but I passed him my recorder which contained my recording of the song. "Keep it. It looks like you need it more than I do."

Forcing it to him, I ran out of the room. I ran and ran because he knew my name. He know my story just because I played and I can't have him know anything about me. So, I continued running until my legs couldn't anymore.

I colapsed onto the grass, not caring if my dress got dirty. Even though no one or nothign was playing, I could hear the song playing out. The soothing melody carassing me and calming me down.

I just sat there and watched the minutes passed by. I watch the scence at the park unfolds under my sight. People playing and the next minute they're fighting. Kids running around and having fun, next thing you know someone's crying.

I felt a presence behind me and I got ready to run but it got to me first. Grabbing my hand it forced me to look at him, the boy earlier. "Elizabeth, promise me you'll never do that again. Not to me, your best friend."

Puzzled I questioned him, "Best friend?"

"Don't you remember me, Nick? The guy who taught you how to play."

"Nick. Yes, how can I forget you?"

"Well then Elizabeth. Hear me out. Run away with me. You're already 22, a legal adult. I'll support you, I have the money but will you run away with me? I promise you'll have your own piano although nothing will beat that old piano in that shack."

"I-I..."

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A/N: Mhmm, this isn't really depressing but the music is. Anyways leave comments and all. I love you guys!