She sits in a dark vacant room
A spotlight showcases her shattered spirit
Her shadow cascades on the walls
Taller, scarier than she thought she was
"I don't have a place in this world anymore."
She whispers, hoping quietly someone will contradict her
The monsters from her past linger in the corners of her mind
And threaten to break her long made barriers
She suffers everyday of loneliness
The hardships she's faced have taught her not show it
One beautiful cello longs to be played
Laying on its side in front of her
The bow is made of smooth ebony
And strung with the shiny hair of a horse
She picks up the instrument
Twirls it around on the end pin
She places the bow on the string
And plays a long low note
Her fingers press hard on the string
And emit a strong filling sound
Her monsters disappear as she moves her fingers faster
And plays out her emotions into the atmosphere
A naturally beautiful melody
A story hummed lightly
"Sam, come on!" he yelled frantically chasing her
"I don't want to talk to you!" she yelled behind her,
Picking up speed
Suddenly she dashed across the street
Through pouring rain and good luck
She made it gracefully to the other side
He moves just as quickly, darting across to catch her
She turned around once she was steady on the sidewalk
Turns out he wasn't as lucky
And her face crumbles…
The car honked its horn but the brakes were locked as he met his doom
He fell in slow motion to the wet pavement
He was in the hospital for three weeks
She felt more than guilty, yet never visited
When he came home in a permanent wheel chair,
She cried for three days straight
Her whole world got sucked into the ground that day
She lost herself
Couldn't look at him
It amazed her how he continued to smile
"Does he know he'll never be able to walk again?"
She thinks to herself
She's still playing the beautiful tune
And her light sobs harmonize with it ominously
She regrets everything she did that day
Getting into a fight, stupid fight
Running across the street without looking
She knows she's never going to forgive herself
Even if he does
She doesn't speak to him
No matter how many times he calls her
It hurts too much to look at him
She punishes herself everyday
The guilt overwhelms her thoughts
Killing herself doesn't seem like an option
She thinks she deserves to suffer
So she becomes a chain smoker- takes ten years off her life
And she drinks whiskey like its water- takes thirty more
She knows she will never recover
It's been three years
And he still calls her once in while
His disability never stopped him from accomplishing his dreams
And she's happy for him
She let her life slip through her fingers
Spent all her money on cigarettes and booze
Living paycheck to paycheck
She finishes up the last note in her beautiful song
And the impressions on her fingers are numb
She looks around the room and forgets how she got there
She's suddenly inspired to get out
When she finds the door
The knob jiggles like a key in a lock
And it's over
Forever gone
She may not have had a place in this world
But at least she's free now