My therapist told me I should use the music room after school, she said it would be a good way to get out any pent up emotions I might be stuffing down. So that day I brought my violin to school, I didn't take lessons anymore, so I kept it at home.
When I got to the music room, there wasn't anyone inside, there never was. But it wasn't until I began playing that I noticed a shadow of a guy curled up in the corner. Despite realizing I was being watched, I continued. Doc. Carsons was right, I was feeling a bit better. I was thinking about my brother in that moment, you know. I used to have a twin brother, his name was Darius. Some people think wounds like these heal themselves over time, they don't realize that they don't heal no matter how much work you put towards it. There would always be a part of me that was forever missing, just because of a stupid mistake.
After I finished my piece I sighed, Phantom of the Opera was Darius' favorite musical, no matter how many times he denied it. Playing again felt good, it had been some time since I actually played and felt the music. I didn't want to acknowledge the boy in the corner, but I found myself glancing over at him a few times, his face was always in his lap. The black hoodie he was wearing looked soft, and I was kind of curious what he would do if I just walked over and touched it. That was a dumb idea though, so I didn't do it. Instead I kept playing. I played until it felt like the world had melted away. I decides to stop and head home after I noticed the football team walking out after practice.
Chadler Giggle was talking to one of the football players, I started to get hot. Sure, I liked Chandler, but I didn't know him very well, only for his looks and ambition.
I noticed the kid from the music room walking across the parking lot, his hands shoved deep into his hoodie pockets. Who is that kid anyways? Well, I know who he is, but I'm going to withhold information because I'm trying to tell the story as it went.
I went home that night feeling empty, like always. My mother called down from her bedroom.
"Danny is that you?!"
"Danny's home?!" I heard my little sister shout down. I then heard Denise fall down the stairs before she rounded the corner, the towel wrapped around her threatened to fall down. I glanced away nervously.
"Oh!" She exclaimed, correcting her towel. "How was school?"
Denise never went to school, she had a job at the Wendy's down the street, but she was in her rebellious phase, and our mom just kinda went with it because "that's what children do".
"Fine," I admitted, because it was as fine as it would get really.
"Oh, that's good, was Chandy there?" Chandy was Denise's pet name for Chandler, which made it worse for me to have a crush on him, because he and my sister used to date.
"Yes, he's always there," I mumbled, I didn't want to talk about him anymore.
"Where's Anita? She always comes home with you after school."
"We broke up." I stated bluntly.
"Really?" She seemed shocked.
"Remember Christine?"
"Oh yeah! Damn, that girl has got some moves, if you know what-"
"Yes, I get it." I cut her off, I hated when Denise talked about Christine. Everyone knew they had hooked up two years ago at Chandler's end of the year party, while he was still dating Denise. They had ended things after that, but I never understood how my sister was now not bisexual, but the most graphic and outspoken lesbian you could ever imagine. Damn it Christine.