A/N Hello once again. This is the next installment of Music Lessons, hope you enjoy.
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Chapter 2
E.P.O.V.
I stood on one of the thicker branches in the tree closest to her bedroom window. I could see prfectly well and hear all too clearly. I had heard sounds that I had never wanted to hear from my Bella...ever. I had heard her scream in her sleep. She had screamed as though someone was torturing her. In the room down the hall, Charlie had woken momentarily, shuffled around and muttered, "Please, Bells. It's all right, just go back to a dreamless sleep." Then he'd fallen back to his peaceful dreams.
Bella's were anything but that. She twisted and turned like a wild thing caught in a fire. I had been severly tempted to shake her awake and hold her like a father would a scared child. But I couldn't. I had to watch and listen.
Soon after that, I had heard the smallest, most broken whisper in the history of the universe. She'd said, "He's gone," just once before shuddering back into consciousness. Those two small words were all I needed to hear. She had never gotten over me and my family leaving. And if she hadn't so far, then she probably never would. It broke my dead heart. If only I could comfort her now. I had to physically restrain myself from leaving the tree. Just a little longer.
Bella lurched from her bed and moved to the corner of the room. I watched, intregued, as she pulled a material cover from a piano. The wood was wraped and dull and I could tell immediately that it was in dire need of tuning. Half missing stickers were pasted all over it. Still, my love sat down on the chair in front of it. She shuffled around a couple sheets of handwritten music and rested her fingers delicately above the keys. I saw her shoulders rise as she took in a deep breath.
At first the notes were halting but soon found their rhythm. I recignised the tune immediately. Bella, in all her adorable yet sinister clumsiness, had taught herself her lullaby. She only had two partial strings of the melody line but they were the most heartbreaking sound I had ever heard.
I couldn't stand it any longer. I swung silently from the bough and was over to her house and up the side in the blink of an eye. I slipped easily through the slightly ajar window and moved quickly to stand in the collected shadows in the corner. I watched her slim fingers trace their way across the keys, letting out the richest sound. Eventually, her head bowed and her shoulders began to shake with her sobs. Her forehead dipped to rest heavily on the piano. Tangled notes shouted out then faded into silence.
I stepped forward and raised a hand to touch her shoulder. I hesitated a second. That second was all it took for everything to change.
Perhaps I had made some unintentional sound in my movements. Perhaps she had simply sensed me there but her head turned.
She stared uncomprehandingly at me but slowly, awareness cleared her gaze. I could see her emotions rise to the surface and each one cut my heart ties. Shock, disbelief, pain and a strange blankness.
"Bella?" I was suddenly extremely worried for some reason.
She started knawing on her lip. Her teeth sliced through her skin and blood welled in the cut but I didn't pay it any attention. Tears blanketed her eyes and the metled chocolate seemed to shimmer in the limited light. Her heartbeat was galloping at such a fast rate.
I watched as her pupils dialated sickeningly.
I rushed forward and caught her just as she fell. I craddled her to my chest for a precious second than pivoted to lay her gently down on her bed. I swaddled her in her blankets and leaned against the wall with Bella sitting in my lap.
Without any warning, I started humming her lulaby, waiting for her to wake up.
Is this moving too quickly? The end of this chapter is sort of a fork in the road, I can go one of two ways. Tell me, would you prefer a longer, more drawn out story or a shorter, to the point story?
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