12: Brothers?
I remember the first time my little fingers glided onto the white keys and pressed against the black ones. It was the first time I played a piano, at the age of 6.
My dad bought me a dull gray piano that was placed inside a circular room with huge windows that stretched toward the ceiling, letting the gray afternoon rain tap against them.
I sharply remembered my purple dress with the white bow tied on my back, and the black shiny Mary Jane shoes I was attired with, the way the shoes reflected my face when I looked down at them.
And I remember the loud echoes of the piano as I pressed the keys making the melodic noise bounce of the walls and sound everywhere to than be engulfed into the quietness of the high ceiling.
When I first played it I remembered my heart bouncing in my chest, just like the sound waves off of the wall, it was so loud it scared me, but my dad said I had played a low note, which made it sound angry, then he pressed every key going from low to high, making it sound like a never ending rhythm of beauty.
This was the first time I stayed with my father, he played the piano and he wanted me to play it to, thus I did and I loved the way he played Moonlight Sonata No. 14 by Beethoven. It was the most beautiful thing, he called it my lullaby, and he played to me every night until I told him not to.
I guess your life flashes before your eyes, or maybe just the best part, our most memorable. That's when my world bounced back to reality, my senses came back. I recalled what just happened and I jumped as I felt arms wound around my waist and hold me against them, pressing us together. I smelled their cologne roll off of them seep its way into my head, it was manly and musky. I almost moaned involuntarily. But I realized I didn't know this person and they sure as hell didn't smell like Aiden.
I tried to jump out of their grasp but they held tighter, as they whispered in my ear:
"Please just stay still, Sky." That voice! Reed!
I tried to turn around in his arms, and he let me. I faced his angelic face, he smiled down at me.
I glared at him, making his smile fade, "What?" he questioned, truly concerned.
"What are you doing here?"
"I came here to save you!"
"I don't need your help!"
"Really is that why you like almost fainted and why WE are hiding, damn bastards are all over the place!"
"What do you mean, where's Aiden?"
"He's the jackass that called them; at least I think he did."
"Who are 'they'?"
"Demons, all around us."
"Are they in here?"
"No!" he said with an exasperated smile.
"Then why are with close to each other?"
"Oh! So now it's a crime to WANT to be close to you!" he joked.
"Technically, as an over aged guy, it is, as a teacher, even worse!"
He loosened his grip and I stepped away from him even though I wanted to nuzzle my nose into his neck and smell him dry.
He gave a heavy sigh before walking away into the light where there were people in a circle mumbling words incoherent to my ears.
I walked beside him looking at the glowing people with awe, for some strange reason my eyes watered, it felt painful to look at them and it also felt good at the same time, so I just stopped looking all together.
"Hey what's wrong?" Reed nudged my shoulder.
I looked at him and I felt tears slip, warm, running down my cheeks.
He smiled and wiped them away, letting his fingertips linger longer.
"Why is it so hard, to look at you?"
"That's because I'm an Angel." He said softly looking into my eyes, and when he saw them widen, he sighed again. "He never told you, sweet merciful Jesus!" he closed his eyes tightly. He parted his lips and closed them, debating whether he should tell me. Instead he put his hands on my back and brought me to him, he looked at me and then he kissed me, on my forehead, it was warm and gentle, and then I went into this realm, where I saw everything was black and it gave and air of emptiness. These visions flashed before me as they told me stories of the humanism. My mother had an affair with an angel in heaven and when it happened she conceived the first human, the devil and god had a war over the child but over time the boy grew and after he kept growing her also grew weaker, and soon enough he died. God didn't know what to do so he let it be and called a truce with the devil, but the devil declined and sent many demons to rape the angels onto which humans bore into the earth and when there was so many humans they revolted against the devil and prayed to the God who showered them with strength, faith, and meaning. But even with these believers there are still those atheist, onto which praised and worship the devil. Satanism was revealed in a series of courses and more and more people are recruited each year, and less and less people pray and speak to the God, thus making him angry, he then he tested his people. Sending plagues; like the swine flu; disasters; natural like Hurricane Katrina; the earthquake in Haiti; Canada; New Britain, tornados, drought, all of these things happening under our very noses and we don't even realize it. Then there is the man-made disasters; the continuing war, 9/11, massacres, killing sprees, all of this and we don't see what we are doing to ourselves, another video played something that was to come and it's terrible, bodies upon bodies piled on the side of the streets, cars tipped over, buildings destroyed, and people eating people. Cannibalism everywhere, and then it shows the highest authority watching it all from above, the money spenders doing nothing to help this as the world destroys itself from under his feet.
Civil war broke out and...Reed's face, he was glowing, but as I took in where he was I saw that I was back at the moldy barn, the group of people still praying as a halo of glow engulfed them ands then they disappeared.
Suddenly the doors of the barn flung pen and a storm was occurring outside and people in black entered, making the barn turn cold and null.
I felt my stomach turn in knots, as my mother stepped closer to me, my breath hitched in my throat and I saw her lips turn at the corners into a sneer. I felt the lump rise, and I felt Reeds hand around my waist bring me closer to him.
"Hello my dearest Schkyler, my how much you have grown," she cooed "don't you remember all those beautiful memories." She smiled, cruel and evil.
I looked at her, and I swear if looks could kill she would be dead and buried six feet under.
She simply cocked her head back and began laughing, her laugh sounded so mighty and powerful, I shuddered under it.
That was when a guy walked in, I could only see his eyes, these pale dead blue eyes that cut my soul, but they held a strange familiarity.
My mother stopped laughing, looking at me and then back at the guy.
"Oh darling I would love it if you just met my beautiful daughter!" she said extending her arm out to him. He walked out of the shadows and I felt Reed tense. I looked at him and his eyes where in a cold stance looking ahead. I looked forward to be met by this inhumanely beautiful man.
He had raven black shaggy hair that fell above his eyebrows, and eyes that sparked life as well as kill it. I was more afraid of him then my mother. His face is straight and emotionless as he stared at Reed. He sported this black tight shirt that showed every groove and edge of his ripped muscles, and he had a leather jacket over it to make his attitude come through. The dark jeans he wore were put with black boots, making him look all tough and manly.
I pressed into Reed again, scared, and then Aiden walked in, he was dripping wet and there seemed to be a storm outside. He looked at my mother and me before looking at me and mouthing 'sorry' evaporating before me into thin air, just like the others.
I gasped and heard a small chuckle in return. I snapped in the direction to see the guy chuckling lightly, making his chest rise and set quickly.
"Well this is Luke, Sky." My mother said displeased that I made him chuckle.
"You've grown since the last time I saw you." He said walking closer to me. I felt the room tense as the air became heavy with doubt, I wouldn't let him see me weak so I put on the façade that I was brave and I stepped out off Reed's grasp and up into his face, I heard a grunt from Reed, but I ignored it and walked up to him.
He smiled at my boldness, before looking at my face rather than my eyes.
"In some ways you look like her, in others you are much beautiful." My mother scoffed and turned away while he played with a strand of hair that fell before us. He silently tucked it behind my ear.
Reed growled, and he looked up at him, his rosy lips turned into a smirk, and before I knew it they were at each other's throats.
I was sandwiched in between them but they just glared each other.
"Brother." They seethed together through clenched jaws.
My heart dropped.
Brothers?
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this is my favorite chapter!!!! the beginning at least and toward the end, it was kinda the hardest to make but i made it!!!!
C&V