I forgot how busy New York was. People pushed and made there way through the crowds. I went back to old instincts, it seemed like an eternity ago, when it had only been years.
I was getting warmer, with every new day is was getting warmer and more full of life. Life. I guess that word meant a little more to me than before. It meant hope and fear in different ways. Somehow I found a way to enjoy life.
I moved quickly through New York. Everything now seemed different, I wasn't as cautious, I was more carefree. I liked my life. It was—my kinda perfect. In my eyes nothing perfect unless its been broken. I little while back I met a girl named Melissa, she was truly perfect and I wish I could've known her better, but she committed suicide. I remember hearing about that, I remember the raw emotion that filled me. I was scared in a way, I was in the fear part of life.
Then gradually I made my way into the hope part of life and hopefully it would stay that way. I ran the streets of New York as if I had been there forever. I ran into the apartment building and up to their floor.
I took a deep breath and braced myself for the tears that would come. I stood in front of the white door and knocked.
I heard movement and the door unlatch, then I saw him.
"Oh my God. Nessie?"
"Hi." Was all I could say. He grabbed me and kissed me and spun my around.
"Oh my God!" He was crying, this was the first time I have ever seen Jack cry.
"I'm okay. I lived!"
"Did he get caught!? Did Steve get caught?" I stared at him for a moment. Truth be told it wasn't Steve who did any of it.
"It wasn't Steve." I said.
"What?" Jacks happiness seemed to drop too quickly.
"Rosalie loved Steve and got him drunk all those nights so he would abuse me. Then she took me and have me so much time, and once I was back onstage it was her turn for revenge." I gave him a look and he knew I didn't want to talk about it.
Well Rosalie fell in love with Steve when we were married, and she was some strip girl at a bar he liked. So when she met me finally she knew what she had to do. She ruined my marriage by getting him constantly drunk and high. Once she did enough of that she kidnapped me and took me to Jamestown. Once in Jamestown, she gained my forever trust and loyalty. Then when I got back onstage she made her move and shot me in an area where I was pretty much hate teed survival. She admitted her entire plan to me in the car leaving the hospital. Then she locked me in my room for three months. Finally Joshua came by when Rosalie was gone and he helped me escape. Rosalie is now being charged at the State level. I had lost two people in my war with my past.
"I can't believe it's you." Jack mumured. I saw the piano and walked over to it.
"Really?" I challenged.
"Yeah really," he smirked and I began playing Falling Slowly. Then the door opened and Ethan, Ruthie, and Jennifer came in. They all looked at me with dropped jaws and I ran up to them.
"NESSIE!" Jennifer wrapped her arms around me and Ruthie began to sob on my shoulder. Ethan gave me a big bear hug and we all cried.
I was truly in that hope part of life, and I loved it.
We were married later that year, it was a small wedding held in Central Park. Rosalie was sentenced life in prison. Ruthie found a guy named Joey, who fell in love with our little family. Jennifer and Ethan, I trust Ethan, so I was okay with there whole dating thing. Although I did tell her they couldn't see each other after midnight.
That piano was played, every single day. I taught Jennifer how to play and I started to teach lessons to some kids throughout the apartment building. Jack began singing at a Broadway Club and is slowly making his way up.
And everyday I hear the music I had heard so long ago, and I think to myself, Thank you God for one day more.