AN: ok, so in creative writing class today, we started talking about out next assignment, which is a 300 word story. The last one was only 55 and it drove me nuts, do you know how short 55 words is? Very. Any way, so while the teacher was showing a plethora of examples, I already started writing mine, I was like 'IDEA!!! Must start writing now!' lol . Any way, so I already wrote my first draft, where as the rest of class will probably still be thinking of ideas. Of course I kinda cheated a little, I already had this idea I while ago, but in my head it was either gonna end up not getting written, or be like really long and never end/be forgotten, like all my other original work ^_^. So here it is, it's a bit more than 300 words, but whatever : P
It was a dark night, eerie with nothing but the glow of the stars. This was something I was used to; I've spent every night since my escape wondering it. I begin to wonder if I'll ever find what I eternally search for in this ashen night. Wonder if I'll ever have the red sound that once was my only companion, keeping the darkness away, now its all I have.
I continue my flight through the sky, my black wings perfectly disguised by the ash colored clouds, obscuring the moon. It ha d been ten years ago. I'd been careless, and a group of humans stumbled upon what I am, locking me away, and tearing my crimson companion and all its silver sounds from my possession. Selling it to the highest bidder.
This is what I search for now. Only at night, for I'm sure my wings would attract much more attention from the humans, and soon I'd be captured once again.
Then I hear it. That sound, so long since, but never forgotten. The liquid notes escape the bow and reverberating strings. Fingers surly moving at an incredible speed, playing a piece I've never heard.
I was so intent, so determined, to rip my scarlet violin away from whoever possessed it. But this sound, so innocent, yet bittersweet, dripping from the very instrument, like warm melting chocolate.
Finding the window the sound was emitting from, I looked in. inside was a, I'll say unique room. The walls were almost entirely covered in posters and art of all kinds. And in the middle of the room, stood a girl, no older than 17. Her hands moving with amazing precision. This was it, there was my violin, but, there was also the sound, the melody she brought forth from it.
I didn't understand, this was what I'd been searching for. What had been taken away from me; upon my capture, for merely existing. All I'd longed to do, was find it, my ruby violin, and play all my confinements away. But all I could do was stare. To idle here and listen, this was a sound I and all my darkness couldn't create.
Every night from then on, I came back. Only in the shroud of the darkened sky, and I listened. Listened to this sound, my friend was playing for me, both of them, they just didn't know. Maybe one day I'll still take back my treasured violin, but for now, I hope they never stop playing together. I'll just listen for now.
AN: lol yeah so a little corny at the end, but I'm a sucker for a cliché ending.