Author's Note {EDIT!}
Wow, never expected to find 21 messages in my email inbox in five hours.
ALL AUTHOR ALERTS.
Dang.
Yep, it's still in progress =D
I'll have more chapters soon.
Don't worry!
Yours truly,
Fifteen Noodles
{P.S. Cliffhanger... *evil cackle* Oh, yes I did. *snap*)
My feet were perched on the edge of the cliff, ready to spring at any moment.
And then it struck me.
If I jumped now, I would die. It was certain. Charlie, Jacob, Renee... they would all be so miserable if I died. I peered down at the raging waters at the bottom of the cliff. Suddenly, I was horrified of tripping off the cliff that I had been about to jump off.
I carefully slid my feet back, one step at a time, and turned around. His voice was gone, to my horror. I knew I was going insane; hearing voices wasn't something most people would consider normal, but it didn't matter.
With a sigh of dissapointment, I shuffled down the long road back home.
* * *
I awoke to the clatter of a pan downstairs. Charlie must've been trying to cook yet again. I sighed, slipped on my clothes, and shuffled to the bathroom to take a shower. Soon enough, I heard another clatter of metal against wood, and heard Charlie call me downstairs. I threw my clothes back on, shut the water off, and went downstairs to find him covered in flour.
"I was trying to make pancakes," he explained. I nodded and took over. After eating, I put on my jacket and decided to take a walk. I didn't know where I was going. I just needed some fresh air.
Eventually, I stumbled upon a house with a large pile of old toys and games in front of it. A sign on it caught my eye, telling me to take whatever I wanted. None of it looked appealing, and it all looked pretty dirty. Suddenly, I grabbed one of the items and dashed home. It was broken down and covered in grime, but I didn't care.
The object in my hands was a decent-sized electronic keyboard.
I didn't know why I took it, but I did. It seemed to have a personality of it's own, like my truck. It took a while, but I finally managed to fix it up. The sound was muffled, and the keys stuck once in a while, but I loved having the keyboard. I have to admit, I was a terrible player. I couldn't read the sheet music, so I played by ear, and I couldn't seem to pull a song together. It was a comfort to hear the soft music, though, so I kept it.
* * *
The next day, I went over to La Push to visit Jake. We took a ride in his Rabbit for a while, stopping only for lunch. Talking to Jake was getting more and more natural every day. Some of his pack still seemed to hate me, but I didn't let it get to me.
"So, I found an old keyboard yesterday. It was free," I told Jake after lunch.
"Really? You play?"
"Barely." We both laughed. "I don't even know how to read the music right."
"Can I see it sometime?" he wondered.
"Sure. Maybe tomorrow. I have to get home to Charlie. Heaven knows what he'll do without me if I'm not home in time to make dinner for him," I noted with a chuckle.
Jake drove me home in the Rabbit as we kept talking. Time passed quicker with him around.
I crept up the stairs to my room when we arrived home. Laying my fingers across the keyboard, I felt happy again. Something about it felt right. I strung a chord together, but it was a chord that I recognized. One that seemed very, very familiar. Then it struck me. I stumbled for the rest of the chords to fit the piece. This stung, ripped the hole open further, but I still played. The melody came out clunky and wrong, but something about it reminded me that he was here, that he did exist in my life at some point. My lullaby filled my ears, but it was, for lack of better words, completely messed up. I sighed and walked downstairs. Suddenly, I heard a shuffling sound upstairs. I grabbed an umbrella and went back upstairs, wondering if it was a thief that was in my house. I opened the door, prepared to whack whoever it was. But nobody was there. I groaned. I had been wrong all along. Then, the slip of white paper pushed cold through my veins. I looked at the beautiful writing on it. The beautiful, stunning, perfect writing.
Not bad for a beginner.
And then everything went black.