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From Shapeless To Breakable **COMPLETED**

Chapter 38: Music is Life, Guitar is Love

Time skip to Monday morning: Rebekah's P.O.V
I woke up next to Andy -yes I convinced him again- and found him looking sweetly at me. I smiled up at him, lifting my head a bit and after the usual 'Hello' asked:
“Why were you looking at me? Shouldn't you sleep?
-Looking at you sleeping is one of my favorite activities, way before sleeping! You look so peaceful, it make me want to look at you like that every night. All night long.” he replied, lining my cheek with his thumb. I smiled, me peaceful? Nop!
“You're insane.” I said as I jumped out of bed, he followed me with a huge smile.
“Didn't you know that? I'm crazy of you!” with that he lifted me and kissed me. That was the sexiest and the most passionate kiss we ever shared.

Once again I felt this warm feeling in my belly. Lower than my friends the butterflies, weird! But I was getting used to new feelings since Andy and I... Wait, what were we?
He pulled away and looked at me, he smiled teasingly and whispered:
“You liked it that much?” I blushed, what did he mean?
“Your eyes Rebekah. Your eyes say more than you can ever imagine.” with that he pecked me one last time and walked out of the room. Leaving me confused as hell, what did my eyes show this time?

I quickly took a shower and put on a black shirt with purple pant, I added purple shoes. Then I put my jewelry and make up. I was ready, I took my acoustic guitar and put it in its bag. [http://www.polyvore.com/music_is_life_guitar_is/set?id=124920881]
Arrived school I walked first to the principals office and knocked.
“Good morning Mr Campbell, I would like to leave this here since it's too big for my locker...” I said pointing at my guitar, he nodded:
“I'm happy you didn't forget about your guitar Rebekah, put it in the corner. Now I can't wait for the next period... It's been a while since I last listened to guitar... Anyway, now go to your next lesson young lady!” I nodded, smiling and walked to math class.

After that I walked directly to Mr Campbell's office, why loose time by going to history? I knocked and went in, staying silent as he was talking on the telephone. I took my guitar and verified the chords, then he hung up and smiled at me.
“Don't you miss something Rebekah?” he asked, bending his head to the left, I looked around... What could I miss?
“Oh, you play with your fingers? Don't you use picks?” I suddenly understood what he was talking about, yes I did use picks but as I lost them way too often I had my little thing.. I took my necklace off then took the pendant.. And tada! Here was my pick! He chuckled when he saw it and I started playing.

I started playing Little Death from +44, then 21 Guns from Green Days. Acoustic versions of Scars from Papa Roach, Face Down by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus and in the end Fine Again by Seether:
'It seems like every day’s the same and
I’m left to discover on my own.
It seems like everything is gray
And there’s no color to behold.
They say it’s over and I’m fine again, yeah
Try to stay sober feels like I’m dying here


And I am aware now of how
Everything’s gonna be fine

One day too late, I’m in hell
I am prepared now,
Seems everyone’s gonna be fine
One day too late, just as well


I am aware now of how
Everything’s gonna be fine

One day too late, I’m in hell
I am prepared now
Seems everyone’s gonna be fine
One day too late, just as well


I am prepared now for myself
I am prepared now and I am fine... again
'

I looked up and Mr Campbell was smiling warmly at me. He applauded still smiling.
“You are so much like Cindy!
-Who's Cindy?” I asked, curious about someone who could possibly be like me.
“Oh, she was my daughter.” I understood what he meant..
“I'm sorry.
-It's okay, it's been awhile now.” I smiled warmly at him, no it's never okay. You don't 'get better', you just get used to their absence because you know they will never come back.
“You have an amazing voice Rebekah, and play pretty well. But I noticed you picked some sad songs.. Why?” I thought about it. Should I tell him why? I took a deep breath:
“Sometimes, when I can't put words, music is the best way to express myself.”

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Comments

@I am your Shadow..
when the cutting happened

punk dancer punk dancer
12/3/14

@punk dancer
Urm.. Where are you in the story? I'm kinda lost with this comment o.O

you don't have to apologise for a part of life...it's gruesome, yes, but life isn't all rainbows and butterflies

punk dancer punk dancer
12/2/14

my name is Veronica too cx anyway I love the story I finished it in 2 days xb

@xI_am_your_shadowx
Its true