Names (BxB)

Bomb

Rebel’s POV

The door clicks behind Angel and I am engulfed in silence. The type of silence that poisons a sane mind. I hate it. Thoughts become too loud and memories too real. Standing there staring at the door I can feel disgusting hands touching my skin. Sickeningly sweet words whispered into my ears from someone who is only a fragment of vivid memory. Bing! I jump when my phone notifies me of a new text. I pull it out to see who it is.

[New Message From Drew: Hey, is Angel gone yet?]

[He just left.]

[New Message From Drew: Okay, I’ll be there in 30 minutes.]

[Door will be unlocked.]

I ignore his reply slipping my phone back into my pocket. I look around the house trying to find something to do to escape my mind. In the end I end up sitting at my piano. I flip through some of the sheets of music. I don’t feel like playing any of them. I sigh. Anything I play will be ruined. I’d just butcher it. I can’t play piano. No! Shut up! I shake my head as if it’ll get rid of the dark leeches crawling in. I place my fingers on some of the keys. Just play to keep the silence out. I close my eyes and take a deep breath composing myself as I exhale. I let my fingers dance across the notes. The placement of each key known by heart. 

I didn’t realize half an hour had passed when I stopped, my fingers aching. I hear an applaud behind me and jump turning around. Drew is sitting on my bed clapping.

“You haven’t lost your touch.” He says smiling gently. I turn back to the piano and shut the fall board. I stand up.

“How long have you been in?” I ask sitting next to him on the bed.

“About ten minutes I didn’t what to interrupt the magic.” He says gesturing towards the piano.

“That wasn’t magic.” I mutter.

“Rebel! The way you play is magic. You are really good at it.” He says adamantly. I shake my head.

“No, I’m not. Your just saying that because you’re my brother.” I deny. He snorts.

“Whatever! You have a knack for playing instruments! You were good at the violin, but you quit because you thought you weren’t good at it.”

“Because I wasn’t!”

“Yes you were! Your instructor even said so, but then you hurt yourself just so you couldn’t play it anymore! After that no one could get you to play again for fear you’d hurt yourself again. Thankfully you haven’t stopped playing piano! You’re even better at that than the violin!” He argues. I shake my head looking down. Lies, I can’t play at all! I butcher every song I play! He sighs. “Please, just don’t stop playing piano just because you think you suck, kay?” He ask softly. I nod. He sighs in relief. I don’t tell him that I tried to stop, but I couldn’t bare to watch it gather dust. Even if I polish it my fingers itch for it no matter how much I butcher the songs I play. I was playing it again before my fingers even healed. “Rebel did you take your medicine?” He asks worried. I nod. “Okay, it didn’t seem like it. Do you think we should talk to the doctor about it? Do you think you might need more help?” He asks. I shake my head smiling lightly. Drew is the only one who doesn’t beat around the bush about my meds. Mom. . .Mom, when I still lived with them, would either avoid asking about it or try not to say meds or talk about the doctor directly. She would say something like, ‘Do you need the stuff?’ or ‘Do you need to go see her?’  Or she’d avoid me completely. . .