Post by walktherainbows on Dec 13, 2011 2:43:35 GMT -5
'Goodbye! Come again!' Mrs.Jones called out to us as we walked back to our house that was beside theirs. I waved at them again before entering my house door. I went up to my room and opened the window.
I saw Tara kissing Greyson's cheek, she pulled back and she waited for a few seconds to see if Greyson would respond before leaving in a black car.
Mrs Jones walked back into the house, leaving the door open. Greyson was still standing by the door frame, his eyes looking at the stars, he stood there for a while before realizing that i was watching him from the window. He smiled at me and waved before gently closing the door and going in.
I watched the space where he was a minute ago and felt something tingle in the bottom of my stomach. I close the window and draw back the blinds.
I was still thinking of the feeling i got. I have felt this way before. NO, the last time this happened,my heart got broken. I am NEVER going through that again. I told myself firmly in my head. 'No, i will not make the same mistakes again and again.' I said to myself out loud as i changed into my pj's.
I walked over to my bed ready to jump into it when i heard a loud thud coming from downstairs. I got up and went down to see what has happened. I saw my mum dragging a piano to place in the living room. I stopped dead in my tracks when i realized it was MY piano. I went pale. Memories of me playing the piano with my dad flashed through my mind.
'Your dad would have wanted you to have it' my mum told me tiredly.
'you don't have to use it, i won't force you.' She said, smiling. She let out a huge sigh and heaved the piano from the door.
'Let me help you.' I said quickly. Both of us pushed it into the living room.
By the time, we finished, we were both sweating buckets. We gave on last heave and it was finally done. The piano was against the wall, a little dusty but still gleaming.
'They sent this as well, they said they found it on the piano, had your name so they gave it to us.' She said handing a huge letter to me. I nodded and went upstairs.
'Good night.' I called out to her just before i went into my room.
I did not bother to switch on my light. Moonlight bathed my room. i looked to my window and saw that the blinds were a little apart. I pulled them together and sat on my bed. I stared at the letter in my hands. Deciding if i should open it.
I shook my head to myself and placed it on my window ledge and laid down on my soft bed, exhausted from heaving the piano. I felt my eyelids close as i entered another world.
It was a sunny afternoon in London. I was in a flat. It was dull and the white paint was peeling. There was nothing in that dull room except for a brown gleaming piano.
A young man with messy brown hair sat on the piano chair,his glasses balanced on his nose, beside him was a toddler with wavy brown hair. She had her hair in cute bunches and was wearing a cute pink flower print dress. She was squealing happily. The man was guiding her hands to press the piano keys.
'That's a C Dee, and that's a D.' the man said to her, his tone gentle.
'C? What does tha bean?' The toddler asked as she banged on the keys noisily.The man laughed softly.
'Not too loud Dee, There, that's an E next to the D.' He said softly, almost whispering as he pressed the right keys gently.
'Dee, like me?' The toddler cried out, looking at the man with a confused expression.
'Yes, darling Dee, D like you.' He said, pressing the D key again, smiling. The toddler grinned. The toddler was about to press the D key again when there was a loud knock on the door.
The man got up and walked to the door, slowly opening it. I could not see the person at the door but i could hear their booming voice. Even though they spoke in hushed tones, i could tell that they were angry.The toddler had stopped squealing and was trying to see the man her father was talking too.
Suddenly, RING!RING!RING! It was like a screaming banshee. I tried to shut it off. I groaned and heard a loud THUMP! followed by pain that was searing throughout my body.
My face felt something hard. I opened my eyes and realized that i was on the floor. I had fell down in my sleep. I shuddered as i remembered my dream. it was something i wanted to forget. The alarm clock was still ringing. I slapped it and the ringing stopped.
I went to the bathroom, my eyes still half closed and splashed the cool water onto my face. I dragged my feet back to my room and changed into a teal tank top and sweats. I pulled my hair back into a high ponytail, some loose strands framing my face. I saw the letter on the window ledge and i picked it up.
'To my darling Dee' was scrawled on the letter. I opened it and a piano manuscript book fell out. Oliver Johnathan Miller was printed neatly on the top. 'Dad' i said quietly to myself. I flipped it open carefully.
I already knew what it was. He had shown me a couple of times. I smoothed the first page. he had played this piece to me before. His neat notes were dancing across the page. It was a three page piece.
I turned to the next piece and hummed the notes to myself. I kept turning the pages, even though every time i turned the page a knife would plunge into my heart.
I knew most of the pieces, but my dad had composed some news pieces. They were all beautiful. I stopped at a page. There was no tittle. it just said, for my daughter, Delia. I went white. I had never seen this, i looked at the date that was written on the top. My breaths became ragged. It was the day before his death. Tears streamed down my eyes. He wrote a song for me? I never knew.
I wiped my tears quickly and dashed downstairs. Nobody was there, i ran to the piano and sat down on the chair. I placed the book on the stand. I quickly scanned the page so that i knew the notes. He had made minor changes here and there but other than that it was perfect.
I flipped the page to see how many pages there were. 6 pages. I turned back to the first page and started to play. It was quick and lively at the beginning but to the end it was slow and sad. The notes were crazy.
They would be high sometimes and then suddenly they would jump to low notes. My feet were pressing the pedals according to the piece. The piece was truly beautiful. Then, as i was near the end i realized that this was the story of his life with me. Each page represented every year he was with me. 6.
I stopped playing. My hands went limp. I quickly closed the book before tears could come. Too late, i felt wetness on my cheeks. I covered my face with my hands. It was my fault, all my fault
'Why did you stop?' I heard a voice call out to me. I turned to look. Greyson.
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I saw Tara kissing Greyson's cheek, she pulled back and she waited for a few seconds to see if Greyson would respond before leaving in a black car.
Mrs Jones walked back into the house, leaving the door open. Greyson was still standing by the door frame, his eyes looking at the stars, he stood there for a while before realizing that i was watching him from the window. He smiled at me and waved before gently closing the door and going in.
I watched the space where he was a minute ago and felt something tingle in the bottom of my stomach. I close the window and draw back the blinds.
I was still thinking of the feeling i got. I have felt this way before. NO, the last time this happened,my heart got broken. I am NEVER going through that again. I told myself firmly in my head. 'No, i will not make the same mistakes again and again.' I said to myself out loud as i changed into my pj's.
I walked over to my bed ready to jump into it when i heard a loud thud coming from downstairs. I got up and went down to see what has happened. I saw my mum dragging a piano to place in the living room. I stopped dead in my tracks when i realized it was MY piano. I went pale. Memories of me playing the piano with my dad flashed through my mind.
'Your dad would have wanted you to have it' my mum told me tiredly.
'you don't have to use it, i won't force you.' She said, smiling. She let out a huge sigh and heaved the piano from the door.
'Let me help you.' I said quickly. Both of us pushed it into the living room.
By the time, we finished, we were both sweating buckets. We gave on last heave and it was finally done. The piano was against the wall, a little dusty but still gleaming.
'They sent this as well, they said they found it on the piano, had your name so they gave it to us.' She said handing a huge letter to me. I nodded and went upstairs.
'Good night.' I called out to her just before i went into my room.
I did not bother to switch on my light. Moonlight bathed my room. i looked to my window and saw that the blinds were a little apart. I pulled them together and sat on my bed. I stared at the letter in my hands. Deciding if i should open it.
I shook my head to myself and placed it on my window ledge and laid down on my soft bed, exhausted from heaving the piano. I felt my eyelids close as i entered another world.
It was a sunny afternoon in London. I was in a flat. It was dull and the white paint was peeling. There was nothing in that dull room except for a brown gleaming piano.
A young man with messy brown hair sat on the piano chair,his glasses balanced on his nose, beside him was a toddler with wavy brown hair. She had her hair in cute bunches and was wearing a cute pink flower print dress. She was squealing happily. The man was guiding her hands to press the piano keys.
'That's a C Dee, and that's a D.' the man said to her, his tone gentle.
'C? What does tha bean?' The toddler asked as she banged on the keys noisily.The man laughed softly.
'Not too loud Dee, There, that's an E next to the D.' He said softly, almost whispering as he pressed the right keys gently.
'Dee, like me?' The toddler cried out, looking at the man with a confused expression.
'Yes, darling Dee, D like you.' He said, pressing the D key again, smiling. The toddler grinned. The toddler was about to press the D key again when there was a loud knock on the door.
The man got up and walked to the door, slowly opening it. I could not see the person at the door but i could hear their booming voice. Even though they spoke in hushed tones, i could tell that they were angry.The toddler had stopped squealing and was trying to see the man her father was talking too.
Suddenly, RING!RING!RING! It was like a screaming banshee. I tried to shut it off. I groaned and heard a loud THUMP! followed by pain that was searing throughout my body.
My face felt something hard. I opened my eyes and realized that i was on the floor. I had fell down in my sleep. I shuddered as i remembered my dream. it was something i wanted to forget. The alarm clock was still ringing. I slapped it and the ringing stopped.
I went to the bathroom, my eyes still half closed and splashed the cool water onto my face. I dragged my feet back to my room and changed into a teal tank top and sweats. I pulled my hair back into a high ponytail, some loose strands framing my face. I saw the letter on the window ledge and i picked it up.
'To my darling Dee' was scrawled on the letter. I opened it and a piano manuscript book fell out. Oliver Johnathan Miller was printed neatly on the top. 'Dad' i said quietly to myself. I flipped it open carefully.
I already knew what it was. He had shown me a couple of times. I smoothed the first page. he had played this piece to me before. His neat notes were dancing across the page. It was a three page piece.
I turned to the next piece and hummed the notes to myself. I kept turning the pages, even though every time i turned the page a knife would plunge into my heart.
I knew most of the pieces, but my dad had composed some news pieces. They were all beautiful. I stopped at a page. There was no tittle. it just said, for my daughter, Delia. I went white. I had never seen this, i looked at the date that was written on the top. My breaths became ragged. It was the day before his death. Tears streamed down my eyes. He wrote a song for me? I never knew.
I wiped my tears quickly and dashed downstairs. Nobody was there, i ran to the piano and sat down on the chair. I placed the book on the stand. I quickly scanned the page so that i knew the notes. He had made minor changes here and there but other than that it was perfect.
I flipped the page to see how many pages there were. 6 pages. I turned back to the first page and started to play. It was quick and lively at the beginning but to the end it was slow and sad. The notes were crazy.
They would be high sometimes and then suddenly they would jump to low notes. My feet were pressing the pedals according to the piece. The piece was truly beautiful. Then, as i was near the end i realized that this was the story of his life with me. Each page represented every year he was with me. 6.
I stopped playing. My hands went limp. I quickly closed the book before tears could come. Too late, i felt wetness on my cheeks. I covered my face with my hands. It was my fault, all my fault
'Why did you stop?' I heard a voice call out to me. I turned to look. Greyson.
Hi! Its walktherainbows here! Hope you're enjoying it, keep reading! Don't stop now! Things are just about to get exciting....