I woke up in my room to a midday sun shining in through the windows. My muscles ached and my lungs hurt. I closed my eyes, wishing to go back to the painless sleep I had been in. But I knew I had to get up at some point.
I threw my hair up in a bun to keep the mess out of my face. I remembered what happened and why I slept so long. It always happened after I ran through my dreams. Blaze probably has a million questions.
Shit...Blaze.
I don't know what possessed me to show him that. It was rather personal and terrifying. Maybe I became tired of him asking me about it. It was rather tiring. Eventually I made my way downstairs to find the house empty and quiet.
I rarely ever got the house to myself but when I did, I would practice piano on our grand piano in the living room. I have no idea why we got that thing because no one in our house plays piano. But I became oddly attached to it. Years ago my mom complained about how it cluttered up the house and how she wanted to get rid of it. I immediately defended the piano and promised I'd learn to play it.
I taught myself many songs and played it every day. My dad used to love listening to me play. My mom called it useless sound. So for the first time since the track accident, I sat down at that piano and opened it up. I was a little rusty after two years, but eventually I was able to remember my favorite song. Once the notes started coming back to me, the music flowed and it was just the piano and me. The music brought tears to my eyes as I remembered that Damien once caught me playing the same song.
He had come into the school music room. It was only a few days after we met so I was still shy and bashful around him. I thought I was alone but he sat behind me for a half hour just listening to me play.
The tears streamed freely down my face then. I closed my eyes and let my fingers take over the music. Every note, every pitch flowed through me filling the parts of my body that I never even knew were hollow.
Once I finished the song, I opened my eyes to see my dad standing at the end of the piano. He didn't startle me like he should've. I shut the piano and turned to straddle the bench.
"You showed him the dream didn't you?" He asked.
"Yeah."
"I figured. He won't shut up about it. He's asked me every possible question there is to ask. About you, about Damien, about the bus, about the train, about the ambulance crew. Everything. I keep telling him it isn't my area to explain everything but that doesn't stop him from asking all over again."
"I'll talk to him. Where are they?"
"They're uptown. Bridget is shopping for her winter solstice dress and the boys are getting fitted for tuxes. Our money situation is tight, sweetpea. I don't know what we're going to do."
"Don't worry, dad. Everything will work out. How's Lucy doing?"
"She's growing up fast. She's crawling already."
"I'm so sorry. I've been so busy I don't even pay attention to my only sibling left."
"Electra, don't. I understand you're busy."
I got up from the piano and walked into the kitchen. I poured myself a glass of orange juice and leaned against the counter. My dad stood by the sink and looked out over the yard.
"What would you like to know?"
I swallowed my juice and put the cup beside me while weighing my questions.
"Am I reincarnated?"
"Yes. You are an Old Soul."
"How am I connected to the gods?"
