As a small child my dad would hold me and tell me stories about how everything would turn out right and happy at the end. The battle between the hero and the bad guy was the page you would root and cry as you watched your favorite character fight for what they believe in. Maybe it was the sad melody in stories that showed me the music inside of me and how it could speak when words didn't seem to work. Standing here with my shirt sticking to my skin and the pouring rain covering up my tears I remember when I learned stories didn't always end up happy. That the girl didn't always get the girl, that her parents didn't always accept her and when the girl was gripping the railing of the bridge getting the courage to end the pain and suffering for the people around her. 'What are you waiting for? Real life doesn't have the sad music playing then change to love music when the one you love shows up.' As if wanting to prove myself wrong my blue eyes flickered behind me to see that the only sight that welcomed me was the cold black top that was covered from the rain storm above.
Who was I kidding. She wasn't going to show up. Movies, books they all lie to us. They tell us that something good will happen Music is the only truth. It doesn't hold back its pain and suffering when heartbreak has pushed it to its limit. It gave warning of the bad still hovering in the distance ready to strike us when we aren't looking. I should have listened to the music when she came into my life. It was scary and sad, I thought it was to give me strength to move on and ask her out. Music doesn't lie, and I should have listened to it instead of the stupid fairy tales.
Gripping the cold steel my feet shuffle as I watch the bottomless end underneath Torn between hoping it will be quick and hoping it makes me suffer I step off the edge of the bridge and fall into the water below. 'Please wash her away. Take me from this damn place so I can be happy.'
The beat of a drum and techno ring in my ears as the world comes back to me. Whats going on? I thought I jumped... a hand gripping mine made me open my eyes lightly and I saw Jesse's face. My anger at him is uncontrollable but I cant seem to lift a finger to yell at him and I fall back asleep hating for taking this from me.
I wake up again to the feel of the back of my shirt being wet, but a warm female holding me. My heart jumps and I breath in her shampoo, it is her. My mind wonders why she is here holding me when she told me that she could never love me or any other girl. So bad I want to push her away and yell at her, but my heart has had enough and just wants to take what I can get. I slowly cough and everyone in the room seems to jump up. My mom, my dad, his wife, Jesse and I can feel Chole hold me closer.
Suddenly a soft kiss is placed on my neck and the blush burns across my face. Her soft voice brings me back, "Beca... I'm so sorry. I really do love you. Give me a chance to show you that I mean it."
In that moment I think... Music never lies, you can just read it in the wrong key...
