Lucy stood on stage, her hands grip on the bow moving as if it had a life of its own. Her silky dyed lilac hair had been put into a bun, and the bangs fell to the side of her face. The amused and amazed audience was unrecognizable to her; the only thing she could see was her mother. Her mother, who sat there with a smile on her lips and clapping quietly. Her brown hair was let loose and she was wearing what you'd expect a mother would wear; a cardigan and long skirt. She was still gorgeous, though.
The lilac haired girl smiled brightly with joy as she slightly twirled around the stage, her dress fluttering and the flowers in her hair shifting. When she finished, she didn't hear the audience clap; all she saw and heard was her mother and clapping with joy. Her eyes had a slightly elderly twinkle to it, and her rosy cheeks were admirable. She smiled with pride and a fluttering feeling in her heart as she watched her mother. She left the stage, still beaming. She continued to beam when she looked at the scores; she had gotten first place. She became a legend.
That was a long time ago, wasn't it?
Lucy laid lifelessly on her bed. Around, seven years ago? She thought tiredly, looking around her messy bed. A brown teddybear along with music sheets were scattered on the floor. Her old and collecting dust violin case (with the real deal in it) was on her windowsill, along with a wilted daisy. Her silky sheets were falling off the bed, and her pillow felt ridiculously flat.
She moved onto her next side to stare at the door she hasn't opened in a long time. She stared at it with dull and colorless eyes, until she reached a hand at it. The ghost of her mother wandered there, a crooked smile placed on her face. She quickly retracted her hand back and pulled it to her chest. She curled up into a ball (fetal position) and tried to block out the sound of the audience cheering, her mother cheering. She wanted to cover her ears. But she didn't find the will to.
Her eyes looked up at the registration form on her desk to Sweet Amoris. She slowly got up, and reached her hand to it, slowly pulling it from the dusty desk. Slowly walking to her chair, she plopped her rear on it and flinched on how cold it was. She took out a pen, but realized the cap was off. She shook it and tried to write. No ink. She tried the next pen. Shake. Write. No Ink. Shake. Write. No Ink. Shake. Write. No Ink. Shake write no ink shake write no ink, no ink. No ideas. No idea what's going to happen to her. What's she going to do with herself.
She dropped the last pen in her collection onto the floor, adding to the pile. She eyed around the room and found a pencil. Picking it up and sharpening it with her sharpener, she finally filled out the form. Getting up and looking around the room for her bag, for money, she found her dusty piggy bank. She eyed it. She remembered her mother giving it to her.
Tears overwhelmed her eyes, and she grabbed the piggy. She smashed it into the floor no hesitation, and this caused footsteps to run upstairs. Snapping her head up, and looking back at the shattered glass, dollars, and many coins on the floor. She ran to the door before someone could open it, but it was too late. Looking worried, her aunt stood there panting. "What's wrong, Lu-Lu?" She hated that nickname, but she appreciated the use of her voice. "No...nothing." She began. She cleared her throat from not talking in so long.
"Your room is a wreck!" Her aunt -Nora is her name- walked around the room without any permission. "...Er." Lucy kept silent, biting back her tongue. She knew that she had blocked out Nora for so long, she at least deserves the comfort of looking around. She looked down at herself, noticing how she has gotten drastically skinny. Like sticks and bones, she and her mother used to say to the models on the magazines. "My, and you smashed the piggy bank your mother gave you!" Nora sighed.
Lucy now realized what she had done. She destroyed the last piece of her mother.
Screaming, she pushed her aunt across the room onto the bed. Nora yelped, falling back on the bed. She raised herself up, about to yell, but noticed Lucy on her knees and grabbing onto the pieces of the glass for life; so much, that blood grew out on her knees and hands. She was holding onto it like she wasn't going to live without it; that may have been the truth.
Nora felt like crying.
She stood up and walked to her desk, watching the registration slip. She needs to be stern with Lucy. She can't live like this; both her and the lilac haired girl. "Lucy, you're going to go to Sweet Amoris. I'm going to give you the money, and you're going to go out there and get better." Lucy flinched at Nora's tone, and nodded like a scared girl. Nora furrowed her brows. "I'm sorry, Lucy...I just...Lucy, oh Lucy..." She whimpered quietly. "I'll go." Lucy began. She and her aunt met eyes.
"Okay."
I've been
sinking
