Post by walktherainbows on Mar 2, 2012 8:52:58 GMT -5
b]Thank you SomethingAboutTheStars and Greysongal97!! Check out SomethingAboutTheStars Truly AMAZING story, Coded With Shades Of Grey! GO! GO READ IT NOW!!!! If you have, i think you can agree with me that it is just so awesome. She is an great supportive friend as well who have been giving shout outs in her story which i really appreciate.
THANK YOU and thank you Greysongal97 too!! I LOVE YOU GUYS and i hope you enjoy this chapter which i hope clears everything up! ^_^
I had a question from Greysongal97 last chapter which i am going to answer right now! She asked me :What just happened?
I'm so sorry if the end of the chapter is confusing, i think it was too dramatic but anyway Cheyenne blacked out from the shock that her dad's piano was going to be sold and if i tell you more I'm gonna spoil it so...yeah back to the story! Wow, this was long [/b]
Part 1
I finally felt the bottom. Thick black mist swirled around my ankles blocking any chance of me seeing what my exactly my feet had landed on but it felt pretty solid.
I barely had any chance of looking around, not like there was anything to look at before i heard a loud thump come from behind me. Naturally, i turned around to see where the sound had come from with no hesitation.
What i saw surprised me, but not as much as seeing Greyson sitting there, on the piano bench, before i could call out his name, his fingers flew across the piano keys flawlessly resulting in a beautiful but haunting melody.
Shocked, i blindly walked slowly towards him, my hand automatically reaching for him as i got closer. As i extended my fingers to touch his face to see if he was really here and not turn to mist the second my fingers made contact with him, he turned his head, fingers still playing and stared at me with his warm, brown marble like eyes.
I had seen my best friend's eyes more than a hundred times a week which is why i have gotten used to their unusual marble like beauty and why i can see behind them and sense what he was feeling just by looking at his expressive eyes.
I don't really know how to explain it ,you just do. So, when i looked at his eyes, i felt something i never expected and was slightly surprised by how strongly he felt it. I asked myself, when did i see him look at me like that? The answer came immediately.The last time i saw him..
I lost my train of thought when he and the piano suddenly vanished and i was left standing there, in the middle of blackness. Before i could make out what was happening here, i was engulfed in my thoughts, i had recalled something, Greyson always looked at me like that, i just hadn't noticed.
Some memories of it flashed straight at me his eyes looking in the same sad , longing way. I saw myself in those memories looking away whenever he looked like that or talking about something else quickly.
I had realized and now that i was in the middle of emptiness i couldn't hide or run away from it like i always did.
My shoulders sagged when i realized that i felt the same way but i've been so ignorant to the world and then i fell and fell and fell deeper into the darkness.
Part 2
His eyes, the very same that had haunted me were the first thing i saw when i opened mine. I didn't blink, in case i missed them. It wasn't long before his whole face came to view, his face, his nose, his high cheekbones,his lips that were in a thin line.
I gave him a small smile as i drank in his appearance. He looked at same, but the air around him was still, not as happy as it always is. He sat on a wooden chair beside my bed, facing me.
I reached up my hand and using my fingers to gently lift up the corner of his soft lips and held it there until i felt him smile. My fingers tingled slightly as i did this. I was about to put down my hand when he caught it and held it to his cheek which was warm and it felt..nice.
I waited for a while but then I could see that he wasn't going to speak so i did.
'Hi.'
He put my hand back down,smiling softly and i see traces of his usual smile, the one i see everyday, the one with no worries.
'Hey' There was a not a need for more words so we didn't speak.
I could have gazed at him all day and when i though of it, it gave me this comfort that i did not feel for a long time. For some reason, just knowing made me more comfortable and slightly more confident but there was something egging me at the back of my mind.
That might not have been through, you might have imagined it , don't get your hopes up. Better ask him Dee
I bit my lip and opened my mouth to ask him before i lost my courage when my door opened to reveal my mom, who looked surprised to see Greyson sitting there, and that was when i realized that my window was open. I laughed silently to myself. Of course.
I looked out my window to see the sun shining through and only then, really did i notice that i was in my room. How could i have not noticed this? Oh, right, i was blinded. I bit back a snort.
'Um, Dee, i'm gonna go now but if you want i can come back later?' He leaned down and whispered to me, his warm breath tickling my ear. I nodded as he stood up from his chair.
He gave my hand one last tight squeeze and then he was gone.
I heard my mom sigh softly before walking to me, her feet making light taps on the wooden floor. I turned to face her, now sitting up, my back leaning on the wall behind me.
She smiles at me and i can see the soft tired wrinkles around her eyes.
She grips my hand and whispers a quiet sorry to me. My gaze travels to my toes that were under my blanket. I shake the blanket off and wiggle my toes, giggling softly, thankful for my distraction.
I did not wanted to be reminded of yesterday, i remembered it too clearly and then it hit me. The piano.
'Mom, is the piano still here?!' I say , my tone urgent and quick. I felt my body tense as if i was going to sprint out of my bed and down the hall any time.
'They are coming to collect it today, at noon so-' She started but didn't get to finish because i jumped out of bed and yes, i sprinted down the hall. I ran blindly until i saw the piano, sitting there gleaming, not knowing its future.
I collapsed at the bench and before i opened the lid with my key, it struck me again. The note. I look down at my clothes relieved to find that i was wearing the same shirt and jeans as yesterday which means that the note would be...there.
I promptly took it out and smoothed it out on the floor beside me. I eagerly unlocked the bench, more sure this time and i peer inside, disappointed with what i saw again.
Not wanting to give up hope, i stood up to get a closer look of the inside. My eyes scanned it's bare insides. It was simple, made of wood with no secret compartments, not as far as i know.
More desperate this time, i let my fingers trail the smooth wood inside, hoping to find a grove of something that would let my open it. I was about to give up all hope when my finger caught something, it was really small, maybe even micro but it was there.
I could feel it brushing against my fingers. My eyes immediately trailed to where my fingers are excitedly but was quickly disappointed when i saw nothing, and could only feel it.
I let my fingers curl on it before i tugged it harder and harder each time, my eyebrows knotted in concentration. I bit my lip HARD as i tugged again. It stayed there stubbornly, refusing to budge.
I tugged again, this time to hard and i fell backwards landing on my butt, my fingers still gripped on the string which flew out along with half the contents.
Dust flew everywhere along with the manuscript books. I coughed a little, swiping the dust clouds away before properly sitting up and crawling to the bench where it lay open and beside it the piece of string that was thrown carelessly and a plank of wood the perfect size of the inside.
I peered inside, afraid that i might be disappointed but i wasn't.
Mountains and mountains of manuscript books that i bet were filled to the brim with original pieces.
I picked up the most random one i saw, blowing the dust off it and placing it onto the shiny piano wooden stand, kicking away gently some of the manuscript books lying strewn on the floor.
I gently placed the cover of the bench back, not locking it as i sat on it and gently flipped open to the first page scanning the page before noticing the note pattern and flexing my fingers momentarily before gently placing them for the last time on that piano. I took a deep breath and started to play the same haunting tune i knew so well.
For once, i let music run away with me.
THANK YOU and thank you Greysongal97 too!! I LOVE YOU GUYS and i hope you enjoy this chapter which i hope clears everything up! ^_^
I had a question from Greysongal97 last chapter which i am going to answer right now! She asked me :What just happened?
I'm so sorry if the end of the chapter is confusing, i think it was too dramatic but anyway Cheyenne blacked out from the shock that her dad's piano was going to be sold and if i tell you more I'm gonna spoil it so...yeah back to the story! Wow, this was long [/b]
Part 1
I finally felt the bottom. Thick black mist swirled around my ankles blocking any chance of me seeing what my exactly my feet had landed on but it felt pretty solid.
I barely had any chance of looking around, not like there was anything to look at before i heard a loud thump come from behind me. Naturally, i turned around to see where the sound had come from with no hesitation.
What i saw surprised me, but not as much as seeing Greyson sitting there, on the piano bench, before i could call out his name, his fingers flew across the piano keys flawlessly resulting in a beautiful but haunting melody.
Shocked, i blindly walked slowly towards him, my hand automatically reaching for him as i got closer. As i extended my fingers to touch his face to see if he was really here and not turn to mist the second my fingers made contact with him, he turned his head, fingers still playing and stared at me with his warm, brown marble like eyes.
I had seen my best friend's eyes more than a hundred times a week which is why i have gotten used to their unusual marble like beauty and why i can see behind them and sense what he was feeling just by looking at his expressive eyes.
I don't really know how to explain it ,you just do. So, when i looked at his eyes, i felt something i never expected and was slightly surprised by how strongly he felt it. I asked myself, when did i see him look at me like that? The answer came immediately.The last time i saw him..
I lost my train of thought when he and the piano suddenly vanished and i was left standing there, in the middle of blackness. Before i could make out what was happening here, i was engulfed in my thoughts, i had recalled something, Greyson always looked at me like that, i just hadn't noticed.
Some memories of it flashed straight at me his eyes looking in the same sad , longing way. I saw myself in those memories looking away whenever he looked like that or talking about something else quickly.
I had realized and now that i was in the middle of emptiness i couldn't hide or run away from it like i always did.
My shoulders sagged when i realized that i felt the same way but i've been so ignorant to the world and then i fell and fell and fell deeper into the darkness.
Part 2
His eyes, the very same that had haunted me were the first thing i saw when i opened mine. I didn't blink, in case i missed them. It wasn't long before his whole face came to view, his face, his nose, his high cheekbones,his lips that were in a thin line.
I gave him a small smile as i drank in his appearance. He looked at same, but the air around him was still, not as happy as it always is. He sat on a wooden chair beside my bed, facing me.
I reached up my hand and using my fingers to gently lift up the corner of his soft lips and held it there until i felt him smile. My fingers tingled slightly as i did this. I was about to put down my hand when he caught it and held it to his cheek which was warm and it felt..nice.
I waited for a while but then I could see that he wasn't going to speak so i did.
'Hi.'
He put my hand back down,smiling softly and i see traces of his usual smile, the one i see everyday, the one with no worries.
'Hey' There was a not a need for more words so we didn't speak.
I could have gazed at him all day and when i though of it, it gave me this comfort that i did not feel for a long time. For some reason, just knowing made me more comfortable and slightly more confident but there was something egging me at the back of my mind.
That might not have been through, you might have imagined it , don't get your hopes up. Better ask him Dee
I bit my lip and opened my mouth to ask him before i lost my courage when my door opened to reveal my mom, who looked surprised to see Greyson sitting there, and that was when i realized that my window was open. I laughed silently to myself. Of course.
I looked out my window to see the sun shining through and only then, really did i notice that i was in my room. How could i have not noticed this? Oh, right, i was blinded. I bit back a snort.
'Um, Dee, i'm gonna go now but if you want i can come back later?' He leaned down and whispered to me, his warm breath tickling my ear. I nodded as he stood up from his chair.
He gave my hand one last tight squeeze and then he was gone.
I heard my mom sigh softly before walking to me, her feet making light taps on the wooden floor. I turned to face her, now sitting up, my back leaning on the wall behind me.
She smiles at me and i can see the soft tired wrinkles around her eyes.
She grips my hand and whispers a quiet sorry to me. My gaze travels to my toes that were under my blanket. I shake the blanket off and wiggle my toes, giggling softly, thankful for my distraction.
I did not wanted to be reminded of yesterday, i remembered it too clearly and then it hit me. The piano.
'Mom, is the piano still here?!' I say , my tone urgent and quick. I felt my body tense as if i was going to sprint out of my bed and down the hall any time.
'They are coming to collect it today, at noon so-' She started but didn't get to finish because i jumped out of bed and yes, i sprinted down the hall. I ran blindly until i saw the piano, sitting there gleaming, not knowing its future.
I collapsed at the bench and before i opened the lid with my key, it struck me again. The note. I look down at my clothes relieved to find that i was wearing the same shirt and jeans as yesterday which means that the note would be...there.
I promptly took it out and smoothed it out on the floor beside me. I eagerly unlocked the bench, more sure this time and i peer inside, disappointed with what i saw again.
Not wanting to give up hope, i stood up to get a closer look of the inside. My eyes scanned it's bare insides. It was simple, made of wood with no secret compartments, not as far as i know.
More desperate this time, i let my fingers trail the smooth wood inside, hoping to find a grove of something that would let my open it. I was about to give up all hope when my finger caught something, it was really small, maybe even micro but it was there.
I could feel it brushing against my fingers. My eyes immediately trailed to where my fingers are excitedly but was quickly disappointed when i saw nothing, and could only feel it.
I let my fingers curl on it before i tugged it harder and harder each time, my eyebrows knotted in concentration. I bit my lip HARD as i tugged again. It stayed there stubbornly, refusing to budge.
I tugged again, this time to hard and i fell backwards landing on my butt, my fingers still gripped on the string which flew out along with half the contents.
Dust flew everywhere along with the manuscript books. I coughed a little, swiping the dust clouds away before properly sitting up and crawling to the bench where it lay open and beside it the piece of string that was thrown carelessly and a plank of wood the perfect size of the inside.
I peered inside, afraid that i might be disappointed but i wasn't.
Mountains and mountains of manuscript books that i bet were filled to the brim with original pieces.
I picked up the most random one i saw, blowing the dust off it and placing it onto the shiny piano wooden stand, kicking away gently some of the manuscript books lying strewn on the floor.
I gently placed the cover of the bench back, not locking it as i sat on it and gently flipped open to the first page scanning the page before noticing the note pattern and flexing my fingers momentarily before gently placing them for the last time on that piano. I took a deep breath and started to play the same haunting tune i knew so well.
For once, i let music run away with me.