Late night blossoms

*Amy Beth*

Chapter 11

(David’s chapter)

Barely able to keep my eyes open, I notice that Violet has already fallen asleep. She has never been the one to stay awake through a whole movie, just like our father. Grabbing a small blanket from under the table, I drape it over her settled body.

Creaking of the floorboard behind me, grabs my attention. When looking back, I see nothing. 'What was that?'

Getting up, I feel a cold spot where it seems the noise came from. 'That’s weird.' My stomach twist like it is full of sour energy, making me feel uncomfortable. 'It’s just the move.' I tell my self as to not over worry.

Moving from the spot, I decide to get some fresh air. Hoping it will clear my thoughts. The whole move today just happened fast, and I just need to take a moment to settle in.

Leaning my crossed arms on the red wooden railing, I look to the lake before me. 'If this works, you might actually be able to be around Karoline again.' Yes, the reason I moved in with Violet was to keep her safe, but part of it was also to break away from my parents. Not completely, just enough that I wont worry about harm coming to anyone I bring into my life.

Feeling the chill once again, 'it’s just the wind.' My thoughts tell me as I zip my old blue plaid hoody shut. My best attempt to keep the cold out.

Leaves rustle around the corner. Not caring to find out by who, I head back inside. 'That’s enough air for one night.' Closing the door tight behind me, I make sure to put all locks on. Just to be safe.

Quickly noticing Violet's absents from the couch, I check her bedroom. Finding her cuddled in her bed, under her thick blanket. Not feeling tired any longer, I decide to look around the house a little to get my bearings over the place.

Violet gave me a tour when she first moved in, but I wanted to just remind myself of where everything is at. Walking down the hall, my eyes notice a room that I can’t quiet remember. Don’t get me wrong, I remember my sister telling me there are three rooms, but I only remember the contents of two.

'You were pretty desecrated.' I tell myself as I remember Karoline in that yellow blouse I love so much.

Laying my palm flat on the door, I push it open. Noticing a thing of true beauty stand before me. Not ever seeing a piano like this before, I am awe struck. Finding myself at her keys, I drag my fingers across them. Keys made out of what looks to be clear quarts and obsidian, I lose my breath to the sight. Looking to the structure, it seems to be made of wood from a willow tree.

Entranced by the energy she gives, I find myself at her mercy. Playing since I was five, I have always had a connection to this instrument that most don’t understand. When you play the keys, 'and I mean really play them'. Not just hitting a few that sound nice together. It’s almost like they become an extension of your own being. Nothing else matters besides you, her, and the music. Becoming something of intoxication.

I touch her gently, closing the lip as to keep from temptation. Everything in my being tells me to play a small melody, but I can’t wake Violet. Not after the day she had.

“Play,” I hear a soft voice whisper from behind. Jumping from my seat, I calm myself when noticing no one here with me.

'It’s late, your mind is playing tricks on you.' I rationalize the moment, but leave the room just to be safe. Walking myself to my room, I know I just need to get some sleep.

Waking up to the meows of Jebb, I wonder what he wants. Looking to the clock beside me, it’s still before dawn. “Go away,” I tell him as I try to bring myself back to sleep.

Jumping on the bed, he won’t leave me be. “Fine, if you wont let me sleep, then what is it you want?” I ask, not expecting an answer.

His ears perk up, and tail twitches as he turns himself away. Heading out the door, I lay back down in relief. 'Finally, back to dreams.'

Hollering once more, I see him at the door. “Are you wanting me to follow you?” I ask, and know it to be true when he leaves again.

“Okay, but this better be important.” My words hollow of a response as I get out of bed to follow him.

Leading me to the bathroom, I regret my earlier ignorance of the situation when sighting Violet laying on the tiled floor. Rushing to her side, I wake her.

“Violet!” Shaking her, she wakes.

Groggy, her eyes are confused. “What happened to you?” I ask worried of her current state.

Taking a moment to gather herself, she finally speaks. “I. I don’t know.” Her answer honest, but helps none.

Helping her up, I check for signs of injury. Nothing. Holding herself up, I stay near as we head to her room. “Do you remember anything?” I ask, hoping to figure out why she was passed out.

“I remember getting up to go pee, but everything goes black after entering the bathroom. I can’t remember anything.” Her face scrunches as she riffles through her thoughts.

Knowing of one reason, I ask in the hopes it’s not true. “Has this happened before? Have you ever, blacked out before?” My question catches her off guard, and I can see fright come upon her face.

“NO! never before tonight.” Her answer rushed. I wonder if she is telling me the truth.

Crawling under her covers, I contemplate if I should monitor her. Just to make sure nothing else happens. “Should I stay in here tonight? I can make a pallet on the floor, I don’t mind.” I reassure her there is no inconvenience.

Looking up at me with brave eyes, I can see something deep inside. 'Fear?' “No, it’s fine. You’re right across the hall if I need you. I’ll be good, I promise.” Her answer unsatisfactory.

After leaving her room, I know I won’t be able to sleep now. So, I just venture my way back into the living room to start my day.

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Amy Beth
What are your guys' opinion on David?Would you like to see more chapters in his view, or less? What do you crave more in this story? Answer, and if I feel the same, I might incorporate it into the story. As always, thank you for reading! X)
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