Music and Memories
She sat in the old wooden chair just watching as her friends danced. They all had someone, all she had was the air that smelled of sweat and the drink that sat in front of her. She stood and wrapped her arms around herself feeling the cold night air through her wool sweater. Slowly she began to walk out onto the balcony. Behind her she could hear Cindra laugh, most likely at something Travis had done. She reached her hand into her jean pocket and pulled out a small IPod, it was black and simple with white headphones. She put it on full blast and popped the headphones into her ears. She immediately allowed the music to run through her veins like so many time before. She closed her eyes and began to move slowly to Everything Burns. Her hips swayed gently and her arms wrapped around her once more.
She had been alone for awhile now. Since Onyx had left, more like disappeared. God she missed him, the song Bring Me to Life began to play. Her heart ached and tears came to her eyes as memories began to come back. She laughed at one; it had been when she first met him.
Flashback…..
She had her IPod blasting the song and she was dancing in her backyard, when the song ended she heard clapping. She looked over and saw a boy with white hair and red eyes smiling at her. She had to admit he was cute, he had muscles you could definitely see them and his clothes were baggy. He was definitely cute.
At first all she could do was blush but that soon flushed to anger. She jammed her headphones into her pocket and stormed over to him. She drew she drew her fist back and punched him in the face. He fell back with a yelp of pain escaping from him.
"Why the hell did you punch me?" He was clutching his nose and she watched as blood slowly began to leak through his fingers and stain his shirt.
She smiled and replied in a voice just dripping with venom. "You were spying on me". She turned on her heel and stomped away.
End Flashback…..
Tears were rolling down her cheeks but no sounds came from her. The song changed again to Going Under, she began to move her hips faster to the beat of the song. Wishing she could dance away her loneliness. She raised her arms above her head and moved in earnest. Her feet carried her through the music like the notes were guiding her.
She danced for minute's maybe hours she didn't know and frankly she didn't care. Her muscles ached and screamed for her to rest. The song changed to Sorry by Buckcherry. She walked over to the old bench and sat cross legged on it. She rests her head against the cool wood and allowed the music to just play. This had been his favorite song and he would sing it to her when they were alone. At first he would wrap his arms around her from behind and hum it into her ear, the contact alone sent shivers up her spine. Then his beautiful voice would take over as he softly sang it into her ear. She would simply smile and lean against his chest allowing his voice to relax her. But not this time he wasn't here and she was alone. She opened her eyes and raised her head looking at the mansion that was barely visible over the old apple tree that her great-grandmother had planted long ago before she married her great-granddad. One light was on and a figure could be seen in the window. Her heart leaped to her throat and she sprang up and almost lost her balance.
Her heart beat was wild in her chest as she ran the familiar path to his house. She made it to the hedge that separated her backyard from his. She pushed through the leaves, branches and thorns she winced as she felt blood beginning to run down her arms. She ran to the back door and threw it open when she saw it was already slightly ajar. She relied on muscle memory to carry her through the old dark house to his room in the east wing.
She began to cry when his bedroom door came into view and she could see the light was still on. But when she pushed the door open her heart dropped when she saw what lay on the other side.