Well this is getting real isn't? Anyway let's get into this next chapter shall we….sorry for any "triggers" and stuff….
Discovery:
Kendall had left at what she considered was a good time. Everyone was distracted was by being confronted by Mrs. Fitzpatrick, so she just snuck away and left through the backdoors, heading down the same path she took to get there. As she walked down the path, she noticed something she never did before. She was about midway from her place and the school, and when she stopped to see the new things on the left side of her, it surprised her. It was an abandoned building. It wasn't too big, about one story and a medium width in size. She walked over to it, curiosity was getting the best of her. She walked in. it didn't look old, but it was pretty dusty. The door was a bit crooked and made quite a squeak when you entered. She found a light switch, which happened to work. It was a little dim, but still bright enough to see that she was walking into an old dance/music building. It was one big room that had mirrors on two walls, and one wall with four other doors. She also saw a piano and a few other unknown instruments under a dusty cover. She walked over to one of the doors, opening it, turning its light switch on, and seeing a small empty room used for probably recording music or making it. She guessed the other doors held the same behind them. She then walked over to the longer mirrored wall, and used her hand to wipe away some of the dust. She saw her reflection, then she glanced over at the instruments and piano in the corner. She walked over, uncovering the instruments that had a big dusty cloth on them. She assumed it had been at least five or more years since this place had been used, going off all the dust that is. She walked to the piano lifting up its cover to reveal surprisingly undusted keys. The keys alone made it look brand new alone. She saw a sheet of paper in the inside of the piano and grabbed it. The paper was a flyer from at least ten years ago because it was for a club called the P.F.V.D.A club and was within the years her sister Linnie went to high school. Kendall guessed this used to be the old dance hall clubs went to, to practice and have meetings at, which must have shut down because now they have an on-campus dance hall and a few music studios. Which means they must have left it, for whatever reason. She was sort of surprised Gordie Gibble didn't try to buy it or something, seeing as he was always trying to Gibblize the town. She put the flyer down on the piano and went over to the bench. She wondered if not only did it work, but was it in tune, along with the other instruments, which included a regular guitar, an electric one, a violin, and a few wind instruments. All to which were in cases. She brought her attention back to the keys and just played a scale. Surprisingly enough, it played beautifully and was in tune.
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"You know, I know today didn't go well at school but…." The voice began to say.
"But maybe I should come here to get away from my house?" I asked, finishing the sentence, with a bit of a sour attitude. I glanced at my dusty reflection, it looked down.
"It'd be nice…. It could help you…" She said.
"Didn't you saying going to school would also help me?" I just stared. She stayed quiet for a bit.
"You know… Music used to help you…." She finally spoke. I glanced back at the piano. "… Maybe it can help you again." I thought about it for a minute.
"I don't have a voice anymore… it won't help anyone here." I finally said, looking down at the keys. The voice let out a sigh.
"Doesn't mean you can't try…. Besides you sounded beautiful…at the funeral." Tears came to my eyes thinking if that day. My fists clenching on my thighs. I got up quickly grabbing an empty case throwing it at the mirrored wall. Some pieces fell, but mostly it just cracked the lower half of the mirror piece. I fell to my knees crying. I didn't care that the shard pieces cut my palms and knuckles, or knees for that matter. I felt as shattered as the shards. I was broken, and nothing would help. I changed my position leaning back against the cracked, broken mirror, my arms wrapping around my legs. I didn't want to be here. I didn't want to be here. I didn't want to be anywhere. But what does it matter. I leaned my head back, closing my eyes as tears still fell, my hood still on, helping cover my face….myself.
To Be Continued…
L: Well then….
M: Yep, and just so people know, she did go home after a few hours or so….
L: Glad that was cleared up….. I guess things are getting real…
M: yep…
L: I'm guessing music will soon be involved here?
M: yep…
L: Okay then…well onwards we go I guess….
M: Yep! See ya next time.
L: Please review and stuff! And don't forget about her poll!
Both: BYE!