I sooorryy!! Haha I didn't mean to take this long before updating. But school work and life sorta got caught up with me. I really do love this story. At least better then my other ones. Yea, so without further ado. Here comes the next installment towards this lovely story 'Musical Silence' (at least you people think so) p.s. thanx for the reviews!!!
I swung my bare feet over the side of the shingled floor beneath me and let my toes dangle over the edge of the two hundred foot tall roof. The black square pieces were rough between my fingers as I leaned my weight on my hands. Half of my body was about to fall to its death and the other half was content in safety.
It was the same with my mind. One half was telling me that the small monarchs fluttering in the pit of my gut were out of happiness. The other side was screaming at its brother. My mind was scolding the thoughts of bliss because it thought that instead of a sense of security it was a foreboding omen.
There was a part of me that was happy, and I wouldn't let it flourish. I tried to kill it, and watch it squirm. But this happiness, this…joy, wouldn't budge. It stayed. Unflinching and constant, like an old veteran.
It came from him.
The spark of humanity that kept me grounded and stopped me from throwing myself from the scratchy black shingles, was him.
A boy.
One with broom swept, black as night hair and shattering hazel irises.
My fingers lingered on the outskirt of the roofs edge. Maybe it wouldn't be too bad. If I just jumped. It would be quick and easy. No one would worry or wonder where I went. People would just forget the small shadow in the corner of their classes, if they even remembered the shadow in the back of the room.
I wanted to take the tiny bit of me that felt happy and step on it. I wanted to squish it. I didn't deserve it. Not after what I had done. Not after the terrible sins that I had committed.
Yes, I deserved to be miserable. I should be punished.
But instead I was blessed. There was a six foot tall guy that was following me around trying to be my friend. What an idiot. I'll never be his friend no matter how hard he tries, because whoever gets within a foot of me ends up…well, not in very good shape.
I'll bet you he'll be gone by the end of this year.
A shadow cast over the roof where I was sitting, flinging a darkness over myself. I looked up into the sky, and saw that that the thick clouds had covered the gleaming sun that had once sparkled. The clouds looked heavy with drops of rain ready to fall.
My prediction was right. After the very thought crossed the orbs of my mind the clouds started to weep large spheres of clear water.
The rain pelted down onto my head and quickly soaked through my old, holey shirt. I stood up on the steady roof, put my head back and opened my mouth. I let the rain drops hit my tongue.
I remember, as a small child I used to stop whatever I was doing during the first snow fall of the season and run as fast as my little legs could carry me outside. I would twirl around in the lightly snow sprayed grass and try to catch each and every small creation on my tongue. It was pointless because it always seemed that the snowflakes were trying to avoid me the harder I tried to catch them. I was usually in luck if I caught one or two in the whole of five minutes before my ears started to freeze and fingers started to turn blue and I hurried back inside.
I remember. I also remember my innocence. My child's mind and heart. The innocence and purity that was not present in me today.
When every inch of my body was soaked through I decided that this might be the time when I went inside and took a nice hot bath.
I had my wand in my left hand while I tried not to put too much pressure on the squeaky stairs. They were very old and from time to time they had a knack for getting late night wanderer into trouble.
I cringed as an especially rickety stair gave way to a reasonably loud squeal. My body froze and my eyes started to swivel around the stair case for any unwanted professors. I didn't spot any lurking in the shadows so I kept moving.
I came to a dimly lit corridor and strolled down its walls until I reached the entrance to the prefect bathroom. No, I wasn't a prefect or Head Girl, but I wanted a bath.
I lifted my wand and uttered a string of words that I had read in an old dusty book from the back of the library. Always look in the dusty books. They have the best information.
I felt the door move slightly underneath my fingertips so I gave a heavy push and the thick entry gave way to the enormous, royal room in front of me.
I had seen the room before but every time my eyes gazed upon its silver taps and sparkling mirrors I stared in wonderment.
I walked across the shining floor towards the swimming pool in the middle of the room. I ran my hands over one of the many dazzling gold and bronze taps and scrutinized each one until I found my favorites.
I picked pasty white vanilla smelling foam, a lemon and lime flavored water and a variety of flower smelling bubbles that floated just above the water's surface.
When the pool was being filled with all of these wonderful smells and foams, I went over to the basket full of fluffy white towels and picked a particularly soft one from the top. I set the towel down next to the sink and started to strip myself of my clothing.
I pulled off my soaked shirt and sweatpants and dropped them next to my towel. I lead myself to the edge of the massive pool and dipped my toes into the waters depths. They came out warm and satisfied. The water was just right, so I jumped in.
I could feel my body being emerged into the foaming soaps of the bath. The smells lingered around me and up my nose. I was going to smell like this bath for the next week.
I laid my head down on the side of the tub and rested my tired neck and shoulders. My tired mind and thoughts. All of the worries and concerns of my pitiful life started to edge away from my brain and into the abyss. They were finally starting to creep away from my senses as the smell of vanilla went to my nose and the feel of the warm water pressed against my body.
My mind was at rest and my body at peace as I heard the door to the entrance give a soft click. My heart gave a leap and my eyes opened wide as I further heard the door swing open and a person make deadly footsteps into my place of solitude.
I lifted my head off of the side of the water filled pool and looked at the intruder who disturbed my moment of peace.
It was a boy of about six feet that adorned raven black hair and circular glasses. My worst nightmare.
My heart must have been beating around a hundred miles per hour inside my chest and it was pounding in my ears. But he didn't hear it. He also didn't smell the aromas surrounding the huge room. He didn't see my things next to the immaculate sink and he didn't see a small figure floating in the large pool sitting directly in the middle of the floor.
He was oblivious to everything surrounding him. Maybe it was the fairly old looking piece of parchment hovering in front of his face. His eyes were scanning the piece of paper like the words spread over the thinning parchment was the answer to the mystery of life.
But when he put the paper down on the ground and started to pull off his shirt, it was obvious that this wasn't the reason.
Time had stopped. My mind was thinking in overdrive trying to get myself out of this situation. Why can't he see me? Or smell me? I mean, jeez I thought he was intuitive for Merlin's sake!! There was no way out of this ordeal. My towel and clothes and wand were lying next to the sink on the other side of the pool and ten feet away from the pools edge.
I was doomed. But maybe not, that small piece of happiness in my mind kept saying. Maybe you should just sit back and enjoy this like a normal person would do.
I shouted at myself. No!! There is no way I am sitting here and waiting for James to notice me. I'm not going to let him get undressed in front of my eyes, though it would be very interesting to watch, no!! What am I saying!!
While the two sides of my mind were fighting, my eyes were watching. His rough hands were now at the black buckle of his belt and his shirt was already off exposing his nicely toned stomach. I felt myself swallow heavily. As my eyes scanned his chest they landed on a small tattoo of a lily that was half hidden in the section of his pants which I knew would be removed any second if I didn't say something.
Which I couldn't, I'm mute.
I made the choice very fast without any thinking it through and wondering about the consequences, I threw my arms back and flung them forward slapping them on the water, making a fairly loud splash on the water's surface.
James spun around quickly with his hands still fumbling with his belt buckle and gasped when he saw what made the splash in the soapy water.
"I…I…I'm sorry. I had no idea…didn't see you…sorry." James sputtered with quick breaths.
He looked very flustered and embarrassed with a shy expression stamped onto his face.
He started to pick up his things and lead a path towards the door, but I felt a wave of guilt and remorse run through me and felt myself lift my hands and give another loud splash on the water calling his attention.
James stopped in his tracks and slowly turned around, unaware if the splash was a call or a splash of anger. He looked at me and I gestured towards my clothes and towel.
He looked confused, "Errrr…you want me to give you your towel and clothes?"
I nodded.
He walked towards my things hesitantly like I was about to hex him at any moment. He picked up my belongings and brought them over to the edge of the pool, sure to stay a good distance away from me.
I spun my finger in a motion, asking him a favor.
He still looked a tad confused. But he turned around all the same, his hands behind his back holding his piece of parchment, clothing and wand.
I lifted myself put of the pool and immediately felt my heart leap to my throat. My stomach weaved itself in knots from the feelings passing through my heart. I scolded myself once again.
Quickly I dressed myself into my already wet clothes after drying myself quickly with the white towel.
I could see him rocking on the heels of his feet in anxiety. His hands were twiddling with the possessions he was holding.
I finished with my task and tapped him on his bare shoulder and slightly shivered when skin touched skin. He turned around and looked at me with a question hovering on his tongue.
I pointed at him and then gestured to the pool. I did it again when he still looked slightly confused.
Realization hit his features, "Oh, thanks. You didn't have to do that. I could've taken a shower in the dormitories. No big deal." he said.
I gestured again, persistent.
James sighed, "Ok, if you really want me to. Thanks." I nodded. He smiled back.
I would never stop screaming at my own thoughts for existing. My heart hadn't stopped rapidly beating and my breath still fast. My fingers still tingled from the slightest of touches on his shoulder and the knots in my stomach had only gotten tighter from reminiscing the way the colorful lily tattoo dipped into the black line of his jeans.
I hated myself for feeling this way.
I walked out of the aroma filled room and into the hallway, still soaking wet and plagued with a troubled heart.
Authors note::::
I loooove this story and where it is going and I will mostly likely keep writing.
But I would really like you guys to keep reviewing like you are doing…it really is a lot of incentive. I was wondering…should I delete the first chapter…I mean the prologue?? Because I get twice the amount of hits on the prologue then I do on any other chapters. This must mean that people are reading the prologue and not like it so they stop reading. Actually I was thinking of adding the prologue onto the first chapter instead. What do you think????
Well….anyway, please review, even if you don't like it, and give me some idea for the story because I occasionally have writers block!!! Thaaaanx!
