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Meetings
Kai seated himself on the bed, the unmade bed he felt the soft pillows and duvet. He crossed his arms across his chest and felt his breathing, and his heart pump.
It was early morning, the best part of the day, and the night, Kai heard buses and cars drive past the building he lived in, he took a sharp breath as he put on a pair of small black glasses.
"Ray Kon, you will be looking after a young boy about your age, a Kai Hiwatari", said a nurse at the infirmary for blind, deaf, mute and those with Down syndrome orphans.
Ray turned to the sound of her voice; it was class project, for his school assignment in medicine. The nurse was named Nurse Clot, a lovely lady who had looked after Kai since he was a five year old found wondering the streets.
The curtains stay closed; Kai didn't like the sun, it stung his eyes time to time, so he kept them closed, he held his cane out, and walked towards the piano across the activity room.
Not many people were there, it was too early for people to come out of their hiding places, but once they did, he was gone.
He found the piano seat, sat down, put the cane next to his seat, and put his fingers onto the piano keys.
His right hand started to play, then his left, and then altogether, Kai's hands vibrated as the played, the room was filled with a magic sound of music.
His feet touched the pedals, he loved this music, the action the emotion it held, his fingers swam across the white and black keys, when, they stopped.
A new sound had become visible to him, feet were walking, and he placed his left hand on his lap and grabbed his cane.
He knew that smell, of poppy's mixed with lavender, it was his nurse, Nurse Clot, she wasn't alone, there was another smell.
It was of, sour cream and an egg roll.
"Kai, this is Ray, he's going to read and talk to you for the month, it's for school", Kai nodded in acknowledgement.
"Ray, this is Kai, why don't you too talk for a while".
Ray knew Kai was blind, and knew this was going to be awkward towards them both, so he started.
"So, Kai, I'm Ray Kon, but call me Ray, I've just turned sixteen, how old are you"
Kai didn't turn to him; his music was interrupted so he wouldn't for now. "So, not a talking kind of guy, that's ok, we don't have to speak at first, we can take it slow". Kai was amazed by this, and put his right hand on the middle C key and pressed down; he did it to the other C's till his right hand was playing again.
"Oh, you play music, I don't play music, I'm better at sports like soccer and basketball, and do you play sports".
Kai jerked his left hand to play, and Ray left his question floating. They just sat there in silence when Ray's alarm on his watch went off, Kai head jerked at the noise.
And Ray said, "I'm late for soccer practice, I guess I'll see you soon, bye".
But as Ray opened the door Kai said in a harsh crisp voice, "I can't play sports", but no one heard, not even Ray as he left.
Kai's POV
I hate this cold, its freezing in my room and the windows aren't even open. Its winter and I hate it, my face is frozen and the only way my hands can keep warm is if I play.
Play
Play your mind away
It'll eat your cold
Devour your darkness
Play like a professional
Play like a star
That's written in brail somewhere in my room, I wrote it, to help me sleep, to make me think. Even if I'm blind, who says I can't see?
Who says I don't know what's going on, who's doing what.
That boy...Ray, his voice was friendly, it had a pitch as if just broken, odd, mine broke when I fourteen.
Sometime I feel caged and hopeless almost, alone. But the air he had, the tension went down when he spoke, as if, a way of him brought a strain of knowing it can't win my own mind.
Play
Play your mind away
It'll eat your cold
Devour your darkness
Play like a professional
Play like a star
They ring in my ears, the last thing I heard before I became blind, the last thing I'll ever live by, until, until I can play, without being tense.
Well? Feel free for flames I am immune to them, as my father used to say, "sticks and stone my break my bones, but words shall never harm me" And it's true!!! REVIEW!!!!!
Meetings
Kai seated himself on the bed, the unmade bed he felt the soft pillows and duvet. He crossed his arms across his chest and felt his breathing, and his heart pump.
It was early morning, the best part of the day, and the night, Kai heard buses and cars drive past the building he lived in, he took a sharp breath as he put on a pair of small black glasses.
"Ray Kon, you will be looking after a young boy about your age, a Kai Hiwatari", said a nurse at the infirmary for blind, deaf, mute and those with Down syndrome orphans.
Ray turned to the sound of her voice; it was class project, for his school assignment in medicine. The nurse was named Nurse Clot, a lovely lady who had looked after Kai since he was a five year old found wondering the streets.
The curtains stay closed; Kai didn't like the sun, it stung his eyes time to time, so he kept them closed, he held his cane out, and walked towards the piano across the activity room.
Not many people were there, it was too early for people to come out of their hiding places, but once they did, he was gone.
He found the piano seat, sat down, put the cane next to his seat, and put his fingers onto the piano keys.
His right hand started to play, then his left, and then altogether, Kai's hands vibrated as the played, the room was filled with a magic sound of music.
His feet touched the pedals, he loved this music, the action the emotion it held, his fingers swam across the white and black keys, when, they stopped.
A new sound had become visible to him, feet were walking, and he placed his left hand on his lap and grabbed his cane.
He knew that smell, of poppy's mixed with lavender, it was his nurse, Nurse Clot, she wasn't alone, there was another smell.
It was of, sour cream and an egg roll.
"Kai, this is Ray, he's going to read and talk to you for the month, it's for school", Kai nodded in acknowledgement.
"Ray, this is Kai, why don't you too talk for a while".
Ray knew Kai was blind, and knew this was going to be awkward towards them both, so he started.
"So, Kai, I'm Ray Kon, but call me Ray, I've just turned sixteen, how old are you"
Kai didn't turn to him; his music was interrupted so he wouldn't for now. "So, not a talking kind of guy, that's ok, we don't have to speak at first, we can take it slow". Kai was amazed by this, and put his right hand on the middle C key and pressed down; he did it to the other C's till his right hand was playing again.
"Oh, you play music, I don't play music, I'm better at sports like soccer and basketball, and do you play sports".
Kai jerked his left hand to play, and Ray left his question floating. They just sat there in silence when Ray's alarm on his watch went off, Kai head jerked at the noise.
And Ray said, "I'm late for soccer practice, I guess I'll see you soon, bye".
But as Ray opened the door Kai said in a harsh crisp voice, "I can't play sports", but no one heard, not even Ray as he left.
Kai's POV
I hate this cold, its freezing in my room and the windows aren't even open. Its winter and I hate it, my face is frozen and the only way my hands can keep warm is if I play.
Play
Play your mind away
It'll eat your cold
Devour your darkness
Play like a professional
Play like a star
That's written in brail somewhere in my room, I wrote it, to help me sleep, to make me think. Even if I'm blind, who says I can't see?
Who says I don't know what's going on, who's doing what.
That boy...Ray, his voice was friendly, it had a pitch as if just broken, odd, mine broke when I fourteen.
Sometime I feel caged and hopeless almost, alone. But the air he had, the tension went down when he spoke, as if, a way of him brought a strain of knowing it can't win my own mind.
Play
Play your mind away
It'll eat your cold
Devour your darkness
Play like a professional
Play like a star
They ring in my ears, the last thing I heard before I became blind, the last thing I'll ever live by, until, until I can play, without being tense.
Well? Feel free for flames I am immune to them, as my father used to say, "sticks and stone my break my bones, but words shall never harm me" And it's true!!! REVIEW!!!!!