Remorse
It's the first time I touch a real violin. I don't know anything to do. My arms locked, not moving at all. I should have predicted it, but the fact now makes me sad. I've been lying all the time. I am a terrible liar. I reach the bow, and trying once more. The sound it produced make me cringe, I guess this is my true ability. I want to cry, but I can't. Then he comes. I shudder under his words. "What was that sound? It's not your usual play!" What can I do? What should I do?! "It's like the violin have been moving on its own!" Those words fly over my head." It's impossible, right?" My guilt devours me. Lily said it's okay. But if I keep it any longer, my heart will explode. I was positioned in second place at the last selection, rated better than them, who truly deserve it. I have come to love music now, yet at the same time I am staining this concourse. His eyes meet mine, and they seem to pierce my heart. Forgive me, everyone, forgive me. I know I don't belong here, but please, give me a chance.
A/N: My first attempt to make a drabble, but it ended as double drabble. It also my first try to use a full present tensed story. This site added the words count, but actually it was 200 words long (story only). Well, tell me your opinion, okay?