[{(CANCELED)]} Sound Waves

Prologue Part 1

3rd Person

The date is February 20th. A girl the age of 6 is at her grandma's home celebrating her birthday. She sits next to her grandma watching T.V. Unexpectedly, the girl's grandma gets a call.

Cora's POV

"What is it grandma? Who's calling? Is it Mommy and Daddy?" I ask.

"I don't know dear. I'll go answer it." Grandma says. She gets up and I watch as she walks over to her phone to answer it. "Hello." she says. There's a silence as the person on the other line is speaking. For some reason it feels wrong. The silence is scary and ominous. "Okay. I'll tell her. Thank you." says Grandma.

"Tell me what grandma? Who was it?" I ask, scared.

"It was the police." she replies.

"WHAT?!" I yell and start to cry. What could be wrong? Why'd they be calling me?

"It's your parents dear. They're..." I don't hear the rest. I run out of the room and away from the house. I feel bad because there's no way my grandma can get me. I run and run and after about 10 minutes I stop to catch my breath. I look around to see if I recognize any of the buildings but I don't. There's a house next to me so I go over and knock on the door.

An angry-looking man answers and I struggle to find the right words as he glares at me. "H-h-hello. M-my name is... um... C-cora an-and I uh I ran a-away a-and can't find my w-way to my grandma's house. M-my pa-parents just..." I break down crying and can't finish although I don't know. Are they dead or are they just hurt?

The man bends down so we're at the same level and says, "Hi Cora. I'm Tom. I'm going to help you find your grandma okay?" I nod and wipe away my tears. He takes me inside and calls the police before leaving the room so I can't hear the conversation. Then I hear music and follow the sound to another room.

It sounds so happy and pretty and I fall in love with the music. I listen to about 4 other songs before the man comes in the room. He looks down at the floor and isn't talking. I ask him what's wrong and he says that my grandma committed suicide. I gasp and fall down, crying.

He wipes away my tears and turns the music up. "Do you like this music?" he asks. I nod. "This is from the radio station I work at. Maybe when you're old enough you can work there too." he says.

And that's how I fell in love with music.