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2021-05-24 18:40:23Rayna Harrington
I wept sadly like my bruised skin—beatings from my mom were usually worst than now. As I remained sat while she just did the unthinkable, I thought about my life in a broader, more crystalline picture. My cries simmered down when she finished, hugging my knees and trying not to show her my weakness. This was the calamitous parts of life – parts where I just wanted to stand out from the different oceans of all types of people, but according to my mom, it was sinful and unwelcomed in her family.
The contentment of how it felt to hold my secret gold microphone I had spent my savings on was indescribable; it was simply the epitome of pure
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"Mommy, why can't I be professional pianist already?" I said while I swiftly trailed my soft fingers along the piano keys."Darling, it takes time, a professional isn't easy." She advised as she stroked my blonde locks when I continued to play."I want to apply to Julliard one day," I spoke and she hummed to the music I was playing."I have faith in you, baby." She believed my talent would go somewhere far in the world. I was a pianist, who played her heart out in every key I pressed, it was almost I could touch other hearts when I play."Mom, you'll be here with me?" I asked in the empty music room at Michigan school. Her stormy eyes softened at me like a silent promise as she trailed her finge
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"Fuck, I said pass me the blunt," I ordered furiously at the dark alleyway beside my house to the man beside me. The wind was irritating my body and my hair kept going in my face. The man was still focusing on rolling his weed."No, don't beat him, please!" Mom pleaded as she watched me get emotionally destroyed with each whipping."Come on!" I huffed as memories tugged at the core of my mind.He was done and gave me my favorite blunt; cocaine. I smoked it, swaying myself as I inhaled my daily dose of this drug. All life disappeared and I was on a great high, all the way up on cloud nine."Get away from her." I rocked myself with my hands on the sides of my ears.My
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The soothing finger brushes my hand had played on the piano was like an electric stroke to my heart as the emotions came to life and whirled around me. I was here in my second home, Michigan school. They had the music room open from the morning till the evening and it was all for me, the black grand piano was there for me and for my mother, who died promising me that she could watch me play. She was a no-show and dad had to tell me that she died when I was seven years old, playing on the same piano."You're still here." Alexa Jones whined at me. I flushed red as she pestered me about having the social life everyone was in. Aside from my insecurity that differentiated me from the gorgeous brunette that was my best friend, she was there for me when my mom was gone, we were kindergarten best friends and remained to be, even in our senior year. She had a bright big dimple on her left tanned
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The memories blended in with the melodies of the piano earlier. When I took a seat lazily at the end of each class, I stared out of the window."Mommy, dad ripped my books and the teacher got angry at me." My lip trembled."All will be well, honey." She sighed as she talked to the teacher over the phone.My eyes sensed the arrival of the girl from earlier entered the room, I could tell she was trying to imagine that I wasn't there with her in the room and I got the message loud and clear. She was a show off when she played the piano and it was like the sounds danced around her. There was something unknown about her that aggravated me, I could tell by her constant head shaking and the way her eyes looked to the side in anxiety.
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"Don't you ever get tired?" Mrs. Davidson inquired softly at the empty room that had been a lovely company with my piano play collection for the winter ball."No, I'm fine." I smiled when she walked in front of my piano and smiled back. She was the one who kept encouraging me to keep playing even after my mom died, it was my therapy.I was destined to keep playing as the passionate hunger kept increasing within me when I grew up.It was an escape from the amber-eyed guy I had seen. I had been thinking a lot about him, he gave off the scary face and the haunting past vibes but it only made my curious side appear even more. Every time I stopped now, I would start thinking about him so I instantly focused more on the piano keys, the guy faded into the back of my mind.
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"Mommy, why is he beating you all the time?" I said, hands shivering around the thin quilt."Because even love is in the form of darkness." She said back with a smile as we both were locked up in the room."Where were you, kid?" My dad yelled as he shoved me to the couch. I laughed at his surprising question, he never asked unless he wanted me to take another blonde fuck for him."Walking." I hissed as my back ached from the rough push. My dad had good aim. He was always like that around me and my mom, he never loved her.The foul smoke erupted everywhere in the small apartment. We only had one living room where dad slept and my tiny room since dad liked to spend more on prostitutes and drinks.
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I was aware that I had been staring at him quite a few times when he would go to his lectures or smoked in the empty hallways. It was the lunch break and I had to go practice but something allured me to enter the cafeteria."Is this real?" Alexa's eyes broadened when she saw me, I blushed as her friends guarded me with their eyes, "no way, it's the first time you come to the cafeteria." She gasped and I gave a smile to everyone before sitting next to Alexa, who was too busy gaping at me."Don't be dramatic," I flatly said as my eyes assessed the red and white stripes on the walls of the cafeteria, "and I will practice more after school," I added just for her info."That means you can always come here during lunch breaks?" Her eyes widely sparkled at me.
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I didn't know. Something about the way she played made the deepest of my fears alive. Maybe it was how at ease she was with everyone or the way she closed her eyes as her delicate fingers consumed the piano like it was her own favorite miracle. That scared me because whenever I looked into her soft green eyes, I had to know everything that she did and felt; it was like we were connected by unbreakable strings. I couldn't get enough but something inside of me told me that I shouldn't have let her in because love was like killing yourself slowly. I loved my mom but she left, so I was biased about love.She stopped playing and took a deep breath as if she was afraid to speak to me. It was something about the aura I radiated around her but my colored eyes couldn't leave hers. It was like our eyes were interlocked into an attraction phase that made the whole world around us stop.
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Rayna Harrington I wept sadly like my bruised skin—beatings from my mom were usually worst than now. As I remained sat while she just did the unthinkable, I thought about my life in a broader, more crystalline picture. My cries simmered down when she finished, hugging my knees and trying not to show her my weakness. This was the calamitous parts of life – parts where I just wanted to stand out from the different oceans of all types of people, but according to my mom, it was sinful and unwelcomed in her family. The contentment of how it felt to hold my secret gold microphone I had spent my savings on was indescribable; it was simply the epitome of pure
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After Eighteen years "I present to you the famous pianist known in this generation," the host boomed with joy as the audience started to become more thrilled, "Xavier Adams." My son came in all his glory as he bowed down on the stage of Julliard and sat down in front of his piano like a fitting glove, it suited him a lot. I gushed in happiness as pride coursed my entire body, Ryson kissed my forehead as we cuddled together in our seats to watch our eighteen years old son play so effortlessly. I had made sure to teach him through all of his years in Michig
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A month afterI closed her eyes as she smiled in her short sleeveless red dress on the roof of my grandfather's hotel. I thanked him so many times for his extra support and reserved for England when our school days were over.I wanted more for her than just a music teacher in Michigan school, I wanted to make her dream come true. She expected dinner on the roof, she expected a picnic with the view of pretty Michigan but what she didn't expect when I removed my hand was the big jet that was in front of us.She gasped at the surprise I had in store for her throughout this month with grandpa's help.Her smile was the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen.Her emerald gems glowed i
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You'll never cross an emotional bridge, if you keep rushing back to the other side.T.F. Hodge,From Within I Rise: Spiritual Triumph Over Death and Conscious Encounters with "The Divine Presence"•••I wished that time didn't exist. That the obstacles could just be removed, that waiting for him to come back to me could just come faster. Time was a problem I faced. Time wasn't my friend at all, it would either fast forward my life or rewind it.My blonde swirls were jumbled up by a thin striped band and my awful smell spread out in my room from the two horrible days I spent with Ryson. The bed sheets tumbled under my bed from how moody I got. My room was a mess with papers on the ground a
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I was beyond vexed, I was fuming with rage. I stopped in front of the mournful beauty with a scowl on my face."Why the fuck didn't you wake me up?" I yelled at her as she just stared at me, emotionless. I grabbed both of her thin shoulders and shook her."Why didn't you ease my guilt?" I yelled more as Evangeline's eyes intensified with grief."I watched my dad get pushed down there." She whispered as her eyes glumly looked into mine. If anyone else was in my place, they would shiver from the amount of pain her eyes radiated."You didn't have to do this alone," I muttered coldly. She shrugged and looked down at the ground. With my hands, I lifted her face to meet mine again. God damn it, I could never stay angry at her.
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"Dad, I love you." I sobbed as I reached my hand to touch the side of his cheek. He smiled and took my hand in his."I love you too, princess." He simply said with sparkling eyes. He looked like an angel."What am I supposed to do without you?" I whimpered out. He rubbed my palm to comfort me and said."Keep playing the piano."The sorrowful trees surrounded the house blew against the wind as leaves fell from their places and the wind was ruthless. I stared at the window to the view of Michigan bare streets and the sad drifting leaves.I then averted my eyes to the broken boy that laid with his eyes closed. I smiled a bit at the stubborn boy that f
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After the heartache, Evangeline had gone through and the sympathy of officer Dalton, she had gone to sleep and I watched her to avoid my urge to sleep due to terrifying nightmares of her dad haunting me. The guilt was my best friend now."I wish I could take your pain away, baby," I whispered as my heart broke to millions when I saw her ultimate breakdowns, "It's all my fault, I admit it, we shouldn't have met each other but I don't regret every second with you by my side." I poured my heart out as my eyes took in her cracked lips to her red nose and down to her tear-stained neck.I wish I had met her at the right time. None of this should have happened to her. My eyes screamed for sleep but I couldn't give in to it, I wouldn't want to scare Evangeline with my nightmares so I stood up and walked out after I closed the door gently.
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I stared at the hands that weren't mine, or at least I would like to think so. My tear stained cheeks averted to the two dead men that Ryson and I had killed that were carried out to the center. It was fast and instantaneous, I never expected us to end up this way. I was supposed to be in Julliard training to be the top pianist in the whole wide world, it seemed too far to reach but that was what I wanted and Rys was supposed to find a job that carried a stable life. Instead, we became killers who had anger in their hearts and trembling hands."Evangeline Hart and Ryson Adams." The officer called both of our names and we silently obliged. Both of us too tired to talk, I could tell the dangerous conflicts Ryson's eyes portrayed. He was thinking about what happened earlier and by the intensity of his eyes, I could tell he was mad at himself for bringing me into this.
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Each sob that vibrated through her body was a direct bullet to my heart. Evangeline was in my arms after many explanations on my side. I knew what I needed to do this time. I couldn't let this go any further more than it already had. We had been in the hospital bed for three hours after the nurses declared her dad's funeral tomorrow and the cops got the information needed from me.You fucked it up, you monster. I beat myself up as I exhaled in exhaustion and my tired eyes took in my innocent girl state. The mental picture of Evangeline ripping the belts made me want to kill myself to end her pain.My dad definitely had to pay.I didn't give a fuck about what would happen next but I needed a break from my agonizing soul and my restless conscience. If only I had warned Evange away from m
