Running ✔️ [UNEDITED]

Chapter 14: Playing

A/N: here's chapter 14. Enjoy people. Pretty long chapter today.

Lila's POV:

It was a music room. There were beautiful guitars and amazing pianos. It's been years since I played... but one little go wouldn't hurt, right?

In a daze, I wandered over to the piano and ran my fingers over the black keys. Without even realising it, I'd sat down, plugged it in and was playing. I'd never played in front of a live audience so I don't really know if I was good or not.
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Song: Once I was 7 years old by Lukas Graham:

Once I was seven years old my momma told me
Go make yourself some friends or you'll be lonely
Once I was seven years old
"Hi! What's your name?" A boy knelt in front of me while a girl stood by him.
"Lila," I whispered shyly, unsure how to react. I'd never really had friends before- my only one being Bella.
"Hey, Lila that's a pretty name," the girl smiled at me, "what are you doing here in the dark? Where are your parents?"
I frowned, "I don't have any family and I don't know where I am."
The two people's features softened. The boy took my small hand, "how about this: we'll be your family. Would you like that?"
I grinned and nodded my head enthusiastically.
It was a big big world, but we thought we were bigger
Pushing each other to the limits, we were learning quicker
By eleven smoking herb and drinking burning liquor
Never rich so we were out to make that steady figure
"Come on, Lila!" The girl cheered, "you can do it!"
I was currently on a large hill, ready to go down the massive zip wire. Naturally, I was terrified, "I- I don't think I want to do this!"
The boy smiled and came to me, "Come on, Blue. You can do this! You're strong and brave. I'll take you out for ice cream after this!"
"Are you trying to bribe her?" The girl came next to me and tutted jokingly.
"It's working," I said and the others laughed, "as long as I can have extra sprinkles and a chocolate cone!"
The boy whistled, "Damn, you drive a hard bargain. But deal!"
I grinned but it faltered when I looked at the height of the wire, "what if I fall?"
The boy smiled, "Then we'll catch you."
I grinned again, "Promise?"
The girl smiled, "Always."
Once I was eleven years old my daddy told me
Go get yourself a wife or you'll be lonely
Once I was eleven years old
I always had that dream like my daddy before me
So I started writing songs, I started writing stories
Something about that glory just always seemed to bore me
'Cause only those I really love will ever really know me
"Lila," my father said. I was sitting on the floor playing with my dolls, "promise me that you will always stay strong, okay? Even if I'm not always around."
"Are you going somewhere, daddy?" Four year old me asked looking up, alarmed.
Daddy looked at me with sad eyes, "yes, baby, I have to."
"Oh," I looked down, "Will I be able to see you, again?"
Daddy smiled, "maybe. We'll have to see. Now, it's late so go to sleep!"
"Okay I promise," I wrapped my arms around him, "I love you, Daddy!"
He seemed to hug me a little tighter than us usual, "I love you too, Princess."
I never got to hear him say those words again.
Once I was twenty years old, my story got told
Before the morning sun, when life was lonely
Once I was twenty years old
I only see my goals, I don't believe in failure
I can do this, I thought, stepping up to the starting line, I can do this. The starter pistol went off and I was off, overtaking my competitors with ease.
I won first place that day.
But no one was there to congratulate me.
'Cause I know the smallest voices, they can make it major
I got my boys with me at least those in favor
And if we don't meet before I leave, I hope I'll see you later
"I love you," she whispered before the light in her eyes disappeared. She went limp and I screamed and cried at her not to leave me.
But it was too late.
Once I was twenty years old, my story got told
I was writing 'bout everything, I saw before me
Once I was twenty years old
Soon we'll be thirty years old, our songs have been sold
We've traveled around the world and we're still roaming
Soon we'll be thirty years old
I'm still learning about life
My woman brought children for me
So I can sing them all my songs
And I can tell them stories
Most of my boys are with me
Some are still out seeking glory
And some I had to leave behind
My brother I'm still sorry
I'm sorry, I thought, it's all my fault. Tears were streaming down my face and I felt free for the first time.
Soon I'll be sixty years old, my daddy got sixty-one
Remember life and then your life becomes a better one
I made a man so happy when I wrote a letter once
I stood by his grave, a tsunami of emotions swirling through me. I was clutching a letter in my hand. Keeping a blank face, I carefully placed it in front of the tombstone, using a rock to weigh it down.
"I love you, daddy," my words were lost to the wind. I walked back to the social worker, still keeping up my black face.
I hope my children come and visit, once or twice a month
Soon I'll be sixty years old, will I think the world is cold
Or will I have a lot of children who can warm me
Soon I'll be sixty years old
Soon I'll be sixty years old, will I think the world is cold
Or will I have a lot of children who can warm me
Soon I'll be sixty years old
Once I was seven years old, my momma told me
Go make yourself some friends or you'll be lonely
Once I was seven years old
Once I was seven years old
Song over
I stopped singing and playing, feeling like a huge weight was lifted off my shoulders. I closed my eyes and leaned back slightly; music always seemed to have this affect on me. I was forced to quit a few years ago but, hopefully, I can start again. Now that my brothers-
Oh shoot, my brothers!
They were probably looking for me. Or, they were still in the living room and not bothered about their brat of a sister.
I sighed and looked up, only to see 6 very shocked faces looking back at me.