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After my parents had died, I decided to give up playing the cello. I didn't have it in me to play anymore. After all, they were my main support when I first started playing. My parents inspired me, and that inspiration was taken away from me. And it was all my fault.
"Jade?" Phil asked from outside of my bedroom.
"Yes?" I answered.
Phil walked in the room, and made his way across the room to sit next to me on the bed.
"Why do you want to sell your cello?" He asked.
I looked away from him, and stared at the ground, "How'd you find out about that?" I asked.
"I have my ways." He said vaguely, "So, why?" He asked again.
I sighed, "I don't have a reason to play anymore." I finally said. "My parents are dead. They died and it's my fault." I managed to get out before crying.
"You're going to punish yourself then?" He asked. "Because you love the cello."
I nodded, "I guess I am."
"Well that's ridiculous." He said.
"What?" I asked, confused.
"The accident was not your fault. Your parents, decided to let a fifteen year old who just got her learners permit drive when the weather was dangerous to drive in because they were drinking at a party." He said. "What happened, was not your fault." He said.
"It feels like it is." I said.
He pulled me into a hug and kissed the top of my head, "Jade, your parents wouldn't want you to feel like this. I know my sister, and she wouldn't have wanted this for you. Ever. And she definitely wouldn't want you to give up playing the cello. Especially because you believe that you need to be punished for something that wasn't your fault." He said firmly.
"I don't know if I have anything left to play for." I told him.
"You know? You can play for me. I love your playing, Jade. You are so talented and for you to quit, would be ridding the world of something beautiful." He told me.
I nodded, letting his words sink in. I guess I had more inspiration than I thought.
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"Jade!" A familiar voice yelled waking me up.
"Are you okay?" Steve asked.
I realized that I had been thrown through the glass doors from the explosion. My back hurt a little, and I'm sure I had many scrapes from the shattered glass.
"I'm fine." I said trying to sit up, but then I felt light headed.
"Take it easy. You probably have a concussion. You were out of it for a bit." He said.
Suddenly, Tony was yelling at him to hurry up. "Go. Go help Tony." I said. "I can take care of myself."
"Go straight to your room, Jade. We aren't safe at the moment."
I nodded, and helped me up. Steve gave me one last glance before running off with Tony.
I carefully made my way to my room, and locked myself in. I noticed that several things in the room had been tossed around, but nothing too bad. I sat down on the bed, and realized how tired I felt. It was probably because I had a concussion. But before I knew it, I was out of it.
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I was woken up the second time that day from the constant hard knocking on my door. I got up and opened the door, to find Steve.
"Jade." He said sadly. He looked pained and guilty.
"What? What's wrong?" I asked. "Did you catch Loki? Do you know where Phil is? I haven't talked to him in a while, I'm sure he's worried about me." I said.
"Jade, you might want to sit down." He said leading me over to my bed. I sat down and so did he.
"Steve, you're scaring me. What's wrong?" I asked. "Is Phil hurt?"
"Jade, Phil went after Loki. He was trying to help. But, Loki stabbed him and he- he didn't make it." Steve finally said.
"No." I said, standing up. "No." I repeated and started to shake my head furiously.
He stood up and put his hands on my shoulders, "I'm sorry, Jade."
I pushed him away, "Take me to Fury. I need to talk to him."
Steve did as I asked, and Fury only confirmed what Steve had told me. Not being able to handle it, I bolted from the room, nearly knocking into Tony in the hall.
"Jade, wait!" Steve called after me.
"Your Uncle was a moron." He said angrily. "He was stupid to go after Loki alone. He was trying to be a hero, and it got himself killed."
"Stark-" Steve started but I cut him off by punching Tony in the face. My action took the three of us by surprise.
"Screw you. I just lost the only family I have left, and you have the audacity to say that to me? Who the hell do you think you are?" I asked and glared at him. "Phil was more of a hero than you will ever be." I said before walking off.
"Don't follow me." I said behind me to Steve. I soon heard the two of them arguing behind me. But whatever they were saying , landed on deaf ears because I truly didn't care.
I made my way to my room and slammed the door shut. I was so angry. I was angry at Loki for killing my Uncle. I was angry at Phil for being stupid enough to get himself killed. I was angry at Fury for causing all of this. And more importantly, I was angry at myself because I couldn't do anything about it.
I felt as helpless as I did the day Phil came into my room to talk to me about playing the cello. I felt the same feeling of loneliness and despair. I felt dead inside.
I glanced over at my cello, and suddenly, I was mad again. I went over to my cello and opened the case. I stared at the beautiful wood working of the frame and picked it up out of the case. And then I started smashing it.
Why did this have to happen? Phil didn't deserve this. He was the best person I knew. He was everything to me.
"Jade! Jade! What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Someone yelled at me.
I was suddenly assaulted by a pair of familiar arms that wrapped around me and made me drop the destroyed instrument.
"Shh, you're okay." Clint said trying to calm me down.
I was crying. I didn't notice I had started to cry. Clint turned me around to face him, and pulled me close in a hug.
"He's gone." I said bawling into his chest.
"But you aren't alone, Jade." He said.
At that moment, I wasn't sure if I could believe him.
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