Tatyana's POV
Right now I am at home and in my room. It is nearly 6:30 at night and I am just sitting in my room looking up at my ceiling when my brother Derek walked in.
"What now?" I asked calmly lying flat on my back.
"I'm going out with my new buds. Don't leave this apartment or let anyone in." He ordered me.
"What ever." I said and waved my arm for him to go. He left my room and I sat up the instance I heard the door close. I looked blankly out into space and thought of some lyrics.
I climbed off my bed and reached under it and grabbed my acoustic guitar case and placed it on my bed. I opened it and smiled when I saw my only gift I got in my life. It was a regular one but who cares? I picked it up and put it position. I tuned the notes and played random notes. But then the random notes turned into a small song and I put the lyrics I thought of to it.
'Lonesome stranger
With a crowd around you
I see who you are
You joke, they laugh
Til the show is over
Then you fall so hard
If youre needing
A soul-to-soul connection
Ill run to your side
When youre lost in the dark
When youre out in the cold
When youre looking for something that resembles your soul
When the wind blows your house of cards
Ill be a home to your homeless heart
Open close me
Leave your secrets with me
I can ease your pain
And my arms will be
Just like walls around you
Come in from the rain
If youre running
In the wrong direction
I will lead you back
When youre lost in the dark
When youre out in the cold
When youre looking for something that resembles your soul
When the wind blows your house of cards
Ill be a home to your homeless heart
Broken
Shattered like a mirror
In a million pieces
Sooner or later
Youve got to find
Something someone
To find you and save you
When youre lost in the dark
When youre out in the cold
When youre looking for something that resembles your soul
When the wind blows your house of cards
Ill be a home to your homeless heart
When youre looking for something that resembles your soul
When the wind blows your house of cards
Ill be a home to your homeless heart' I sang with my heart. Ok for the notice, I sing country and light rock and I can sing in a different voice and still sound good.
I put my guitar down and lie on my back looking up at the ceiling. My eyes drift a little and then I have fallen asleep.
Short chtp. You'll learn more of her family in the next one.