Evolution

Chapter 4

        I arrive at chambers about ten minutes late, and all eyes are on me. For some reason, all of the people in orchestra just like to stare at me. It's like guys, I know I'm attractive but you're making me uncomfortable. I begin to unpack my instrument when everyone starts to ask me questions from the stage. Why is it that whenever I'm late they freak out, but if someone else was late, they just ignore the person? People make no sense to me. 

"Vivian! Why are you late?"

"Family issues, sorry."

"Tune your instrument and join us. We were just about to start Jupiter."

        When I sit down I ignore the eyes drilling into me, and focus on my music. My teacher says that she has no violin child, viola child or cello child. She is such a liar though. You can just tell when she says so-and-so is in charge when we go off into sectionals. Sectionals suck. In chamber though, they're fine. In regular orchestra though, don't even get me started. To sum it up, it ain't pretty.

"Vivian, I want you to go off into sectionals with the other violas and help them improve, they need it."

"Ugh. Okay."

        We go into the storage room and it's just really awkward. She put me in charge, of course, so that just adds to the awkward. Everyone is standing in front of stands waiting for someone to say something, anything. I swiftly break the awkward silence so I can just leave.

"Do you guys just want to do a run through of the piece? Honestly I think we sound fine, but if you want help I can try to see where you're stuck on."

"Sure."

"One, two, three, ready go."

We all play the piece and we sound fine. I over power them all though, and when I try to decrescendo my bow sounds like it's dying, so I just play loud.

"I think we all sound pretty good. You guys need any help or..?"

"We're okay. Let's go back." Phillip replied.

        After that chamber proceeded, as it should. We played the piece and some other orchestral things that orchestras normally do. Nothing unusual, really. My friends gave me a few hugs before we had to part ways. I left with my beats in blasting music so I could drown out the other idiots that surrounded me. After I walked home, did my homework and had a little romantic date with my eternal partner in crime; sleep.

        People say that dreams have to do with what you were thinking about before you fall asleep. That night, my dream was me being normal. I wasn't thinking about that at all, at least not that I know of. Everything that makes my life full, was taken away by the mysterious phantom of memory and was replaced with an optical illusion of fantasy. Screams and cries surrounding me, engulfing me with the ear piercing waves of sweet torture as they came closer to draw me in. Oblivion touched the skin of my feet as I walked across the invisible platform to find myself an empty bed, of which I lay upon. Darkness finds its way into my body, turning me into a piece of its demonic game. The blue of my eyes disappear as the shadow of death wipes away the windows to the soul. My soul was twisted like a rubber band, so I am now something that I hope to avoid: a repulsive individual that is so foul, it came from depths of hell. I refuse to turn into someone I'm not. It's just unnatural.

"Vivian. This is who you are. You are not like them."

"What are you talking about? I'm perfectly normal."

"You'll find out sooner than you think."

        I sat up gasping for the sweet virgin air, and I see my foster mom sitting next to my bed. I notice for the first time how her auburn hair is so much lighter than my chocolate brown hair. Her skin is covered with freckles splattered like paint on a pale white canvas, and her eyes the perfect green with a splash of brown next to the pupil. My foster mom's real name is Felicity, and it suits her well. Felicity is supposed to mean happiness, and she is the definition of the word.