Hello everybody. It was 00:24 here when I started to put this together. All I can say is enjoy, in spite of all the angst. And gimme a chance. Oh, and some feedback would be nice. Thanks!
The Piano Player
I never blamed you.
It was so tiring to be bad. He did try to do good but always ended up hurting everyone else. Nobody actually saw him – well, of course every one could see his living self but how many actually knew that it was just an icy shield?
The ice was supposed to make everyone trying to understand him go away. His own unique 'trademark' was that every time he laughed, it never reached his eyes. Never. For him, laughing was just a biological reaction that people sometimes did in order to stay in the pack.
And crying? Oh gods, don't make me start about him crying. He never cried, ever. Not since he was six, or maybe seven. Crying was a luxury he couldn't afford. And in a twisted way he was kind of proud of it that he never cried.
Jin sighed as his shoulders sank. Another schoolday was over. It wasn't like he didn't like school, sure he did, he had friends to hang out with during the pauses and a few nice-looking girls to go out with on weekends if he felt like it. And the teachers didn't even hate him nor did they kiss his ass for his social status. Actually, you could say that on that part of life, he was quite well balanced.
But it was the emptiness! Nobody touched him! Or if they did, they only touched a surface, a shelter, a biological thing. Not a person with a personality, opinions and feelings of its own!
Jin glanced quickly to the mirror in the hallway Go away, put his home slippers on and took his bag upstairs, organizing all his books, pencils, folders and the like for the next day. In an everyday fight, one had to be constantlyprepared.
The broad shoulders had trouble with getting through the narrow kitchen door. Jin opened the two upper buttons of his spotless school shirt and drank a glass of cold water Like me. Again, he didn't feel the water – or he did feel the liquid pouring down his mouth and throat but he didn't feelit. It could have been either gasoline or absinth, too. He wondered if he had noticed the difference.
He then sat in front of his best friend. The dark, polished wood reflected his face even better than the mirror.
First his fingers merely soothed the zebra coloured keys. Hello, how are you doing today? Then left hand came along.
His back straightened as his fingers ran down the keys like tiny wildhorses. His hands played in flawless unison with his mind that was now perfectly opened. The tightness strangling his heart weakened like a butterfly spreading its wings.
On those few minutes, Jin was utterly naked.
And on those few dying seconds right after the chapter, he lived again.
To die right after it
But it was worth of it anyway