Where Are You Teddy?

by MyIdea

Phoebe Grey, a daughter of the multi-millionaire Christian Grey, who can't get over the disappearance of her brother Teddy. Is he dead? Where is he? Will she be able to move on? Or will she let herself fall? This is a story of hope, finding strength, and finding courage of loving again. Secrets will be found, and new things will be learnt, can she do it? I OWN NOTHING.

1. I Am Nothing Without You

Hey everyone, let me know what you think of this short chapter from Phoebe's POV. Do you want me to carry on? If you like it I will. Enjoy xx

Phoebe's POV

My fingers started pressing the keys of the piano, and music filled every corner of the room. Every single sound I made went right through me. I pressed each key gently but firmly at the same time. I knew exactly how to play, and I played well. Each note slow and low. My fingers touched each key with care and with a lot of thought, there was no one else here just me and my piano.

The moon shined through the floor length windows and reflected its light from the sleek black piano. Making it look even more magnificant then it already was. This noise was the sound of icicles and little sleigh bells mixed into one impacting combination. I felt each sad note seep right into me and spreading through my veins, causing warm tears to come down my cheeks. But I didn't stop playing, I carried on, the beautiful sad melody meant so much to me. It gave me joy and sadness all at the same time.

My mind began to get flooded with all sorts of emotions, making more and more tears fall down my face. My only brother and he's not here anymore. Why did you go Teddy? I am still hoping that one day I'll see my brother's face again, but that hope is slowly seeping through my fingers, even though I am trying to hold on to it.

Everything inside of me is hurting, everywhere I look in this house, I seem to see him, a ghost of him, right in front of me. Always smiling and always laughing. Even after all this time... I remember everything about him. His sparkling, bright blue laughing eyes, just like our mothers. I remember his copper hair, just like our fathers, which was always a mess but always looked perfect. A slight smile touches my lips but it soon fades, when I realise that all this, is in my head. I miss him so much.

I start pressing the keys harder this time. As if the paino is to blame that my brother is not here anymore. I keep my eyes firmly on the keys and focusing on the sad melody they are making. Each sound speaks a million words to my heart and it brings back my memories. Memories of Teddy and me. Why did you go my Teddy-bear?

I come to a stop, so does the sound, and so do the memories. There's just me, without my brother and without my best friend.