Tris

The dread of the thought. I have to share a room, for god knows how long, with a pink, fluffy abomination.

Things couldn't get worse.

"Well," Inesa says,"I'll let you look around,"

Jenson

Inesa shows me to her office, it's a small room with a cork board filled with fliers and reminders.

"So," She says,"About Beatrice,"

"Right," I say,"Well, she's quite difficult and a little hot headed. Probably not best to make her interact with people who may anger her, or make hershare a room,"

"Too late," She sighs,"I put her in a room with Christina,"

"Christina," I say in disbelief, pink girly girl,"Inesa she'll flip, there total opposites toeach other,"

"Well sorry I didn't know before!" She say,"If I had known I wouldn't even have taken her in,"

I wipe my face with my palm,"Can't turn back now the arrangements are made,"

We sit in silence for a while, before she speaks up again.

"The only other option is to put her up for foster,"

I bite my nail thinking over the idea.

"That could work," I agree,"But let her settle down for a couple weeks, throughout those weeks search for someone who is willing to foster her,"

"Willing to foster her?"

"Behavioural problems, and her not cooperating," I reply.

"Right," She says,"Does she have any belongings with her?"

"Her guitar and that's all,"

She says,"Well thanks Jenson. I'll go get her settled in and give her the guitar,"

"Nice seeing you Inesa," I reply.

I walk back out after saying bye to Tris.

I nod to Inesa and walk out saying a silent good luck to her.

Tris may be ina wheel chair, but she's a handful.

Tris

I've been looking around for a couple minutes, till Inesa comes to find me.

"Hey," She says,"I have something for you,"

She reaches behind her and reveals a black case in the shape of a guitar,"

She places the case on my lap.

"Thanks," I say,"I'm just going outside for a bit. Alone,"

"Sure," She says,"Call me if you need anything,"

I nod and wheel myself out the back door.

Outside, is a concrete path leading to a little wooden deck at the left cornerof the garden, with grass surrounding it. I push my self to the deck, careful not to drop the guitar.

I reach the wooden area, looking the moss lining the bottom. I trace my fingers along the vine winding upwards. I remove my hand from the greeneryand unlatch the lid of the case.

The smooth maple body, pristine as ever. I take it out and begin strumming, Aloe Blacc's Wake Me Up. It was my parents favourite song. I begin humming slightly.

I stop mid song, feeling my body shake with sobs and my cheeks wet. I take the neck of the instrument, bring it back and smash it against the ground. I hobble up from my wheel chair,and whack it against a nearby tree.

"IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!" I scream repeatedly.

I stop after a couple morehits and sink down the tree out of fatigue. I clutch the remaining neck of the guitar to my chest. Chocking and crying.

I whisper,"It's all my fault..."

Another chapter and it 01:12where I am.:)

Nevermind, I always fall asleep at about half two anyway.

~MusicBooksAndPassion X