One-hundred moments, one life

NOTES: This is technically the fith one. So... yeah. Please read and review so I can improve some more ^^

This one's a lot more focused on just Carmen this time so... yeah... Mainly focused on Carmen's thoughts before chapter 2.


5. Seeking Solace

The tune on the violin died.

With a heavy sigh, Carmen placed her violin back in it's case beside her on the bed where she sat.

She then lay back on the bed, hand behind her head, staring up towards the ceiling.

She wanted to play the violin, but didn't allow herslef to. Simply beacuse she wasn't in a good mood, and she knew she'd just end up getting annoyed at herself for not getting the notes right and would only end up setting her instrument on fire with anger. Not intentionally, but she knew it was more likely to happen, knowing her bad luck.

She did have another one, but she was scared to use it. After all, her friend hank had brought it for her as a birthday present about a week ago.

She sighed again. For a rare moment, she didn't feel like being happy. She didn't feel like bouncing about with joy, trying to spread smiles on everyone's faces. At the moment, her mind was focused on other things.

She had known Henry for a while now. They were good friends. Just friends. Nothing more.

...Why did that bug her so much...? Did she like him more than that?

She scoffed and shook her head. As if he'd like her back though...

She was a child at mind. Immature. How would he like that? No, they were only friends.

She felt a slight stabbing feeling in her chest.

She sat up, placing a hand over her chest to sooth the pain, whcih didn't die down much to discomfort. She didn't like this, but she couldn't be happy, no matter how hard she tried.

"Stop being so selfish!" She hissed at herself. "If your sad, you'll just bring everyone else down." She tried to force a smile onto her face as she stood. Suddenly, the smile broke and she collapsed back on to her bed. She let out a choke, and broke down into soft sobs.

It felt good. It felt so good to be able to let out all of this sadness. This anger.

Blind with tears and rage, she grabbed the closest thing to her and threw it at the wall. The sound a wood cracking met her ears and she paused to look a the damage she had created. Her violin lay on the floor, split in half.

She shook for a moment, simply staring, wide-eyed with shock. She then sat back onto her bed, drawing in deep and slow breaths, grabing her head in both hands as her elbows rested on her knees.

Today was going to be a long day...