A/N-This is going to be the last thing I post on the site for a while. My muse has absolutely died. I just wrote this in one shot to maybe help me feel better.
Broken
Her eyes flicked up to the drum major. Practice was going abnormally slow this Saturday. She sighed quietly and figured it would be because this had been one of the worst weeks of her life. And it all started with the yellow gold trumpet in her hands…
Her horrible week this week had actually started last Friday in symphonic band. Assembling her trumpet and placing it carefully on its stand, she went back to get her music from her locker. Halfway there, she heard a terrible crash. Turning around in horror, there was her baby-her most prized possession since the eighth grade, on the ground, the first valve completely jammed into the instrument. Cradling her poor trumpet, she ran to find her director. When he got the valve out of the instrument, it was sticking and wouldn't go down like it should. Dejectedly, she went into the back room to get a school horn and put her trumpet away until she could take it into the shop. She'd be the only one with a brass horn tonight at the game. When she took it to the music store after school, she learned that she had just missed sending it out with all the other trumpets, so her repair would have to wait another week. Handing over her case, she stroked it lovingly before giving it to the man behind the counter and explaining what happened. Turning and walking away seemed so hard right now, but she did, heading out to her car with her head hung low.
Carrying her stupid school trumpet out to the stupid bus for the stupid away game just seemed stupid. She wasn't looking forward to the game. The football team was going to lose, because that's what they did. She didn't know that on the bus ride home she'd lose her boyfriend too. While he said it was just temporary and he needed a break to clear his head, she couldn't do anything to stop her heart from breaking. The relationship had lasted for over a year and a half and it killed her to watch it end, if only temporarily. She cared deeply for him and wanted him to be happy, so she shut her mouth and nodded. All during the week she would smile and seem happy to try and make him happy, even though all she wanted to do was cry.
And now as the band cleaned drill, she found herself next to him, as she was for most of the closer. She tried to ignore his smile and tried to focus on drill but it was nearly impossible. She was broken, and no amount of stick tape could fix her right now. She knew what could make her whole again-her life going back to the way it was last week.
Her trumpet doesn't sparkle the way her silver one does...the irony grabs her and keeps her the rest of practice. All she wants is her sparkle back and to maybe not be so broken.
After all, there's another week ahead…
A/N-Just an angsty little drabble. Hope you guys enjoyed.