2024-12-04 18:54:41I stood before my classmates, violin tucked under my chin, bow poised. The lecture hall fell silent, anticipation building. My heart beat steady, focused.
I closed my eyes, letting the music take over. The bow danced across the strings, coaxing out the melancholic notes of "Blue Bird." The melody flowed from my violin, weaving a sonic tapestry of longing and nostalgia.
My fingers moved with precision, guided by the emotions pouring from my heart. The music swelled, filling the room with its poignant beauty. I was now lost in the sound, my soul resonating with every note.
Time stood still as I played on, my eyes remaining shut. My classmates were entranced, their breathing synchronized with the rhythm. Some swayed gently, swept away by the haunting refrain.
Before hitting the last string, I felt a surge of energy that resulted in me cutting all the strings and breaking the class windows.
"My ears!" Everyone screamed.
The broken glass shattered and pierced few students that were close to the windows. I immediately drop the violin, opening my eyes to see what I had done.
"What?" I voiced, my eyes wide opened.
"Mr Davison!" someone yelled.
"Mr Davison!" Mr Alfred yelled again, making me sane.
"Go turn on the fire alarm" he said with distress in his voice and a hand in his ear as he tried standing up.
"Hurry!"
••••••
After the medics arrived to attend to the students who got injured in the incident, the school board called a day off so everyone could go home.
What happened? how?
I wondered as floods of emotions and thought got mixed up.
"Hey baby, are you okay?" My mom asked as the traffic light hit red.
"Yeah mom, I'm fine" I replied.
"You are sure?"
"Yeah I'm okay" I said, giving off a faint smile.
The light turn green and the car continued to move.
The drive was short and quiet. We eventually got home and I went straight to the shower in my room and sat in the tub.
"What is going on?" I muttered with my head faced down on my crossed arms.
"What's wrong with me! Why do I feel so.... What is happening to my body?" I found myself thinking, lost in my thoughts as I feel faint vibrations all around me.
Next thing I saw was my hands vibrating so fast like they were gonna phase.
"Am I dreaming!" I uttered, waving my hands to see if they were really mine.
"STOP!" I implored, which made them stop shaking, but then made my face to start vibrating the same way.
"Stop! I command whatever is happening to stop!" I yelled.
"Just stop" I breathed, my voice a barely audible sigh.
And immediately I stopped vibrating like that. I stood up, looked in the mirror and noticed my eyes glowing.
They were glowing silver, the few tips of my hair that were miraculously white after my fall, were all now white, giving out a faint glow.
"What's going on? Why are my eyes like that, what happened to the tips of my hair! why are they all white now? Am I hallucinating" My voice cracked with distress.
"Wake up!" I exclaimed after hitting myself. "Wake up!"
"North! I'm going back to work" mom yelled from downstairs.
"There is lunch in the fridge, when you are hungry just heat it up" she added. After a minute without a reply, she called, "North?"
"Okay mom, thank you, see you later" I yelled from upstairs.
"Alright, bye!" She yelled, closing the door.
"Okay North, think!" I muttered. "What do you think caused these changes" I said, while taking a sit on my bed, trying to remember what happened since that night.
"That night! That night? From what I remember, I fell and almost... died" I said, with a cringe expression on my face.
Now laying my back on the bed, I tried to reflect on what happened that day.
Before all of that, what happened was... I was practicing playing the violin on the school roof after all classes had end. I got tired so I decided to take a water break. A minute later, I heard the exist door open, I went to check, then I saw Ashlyn on the edge of the roof trying to jump.
I yelled her name, making her turn towards me. We spoke, which gave me a chance to get close to her. After talking, telling her reasons why she shouldn't take her own life, she felt okay and tried climbing down but slipped and fell. Thankfully she grabbed the edge with her hands, which made it possible for me to pull her up.
After pulling her up, a wind blew and pushed her hat off that was already dangling off her head. So I tried grabbing it but extended my body too far, which made me slip and fall. Next thing was... I felt my body turn cold, and then I saw a bright light.
I woke up and I was in an hospital, healed up like nothing happened. Except for my white-tipped hair that I managed to convince mom I dyed while in school, I did not notice any change. So what happened?
Now opening my eyes and giving off a deep sigh, I laid there staring at the ceiling.
"I hope those guys are okay, especially Michael. Not only did I mess up his violin, but I got him in a hospital. I hope he's doing okay" I muttered, putting my arm over my face.
I sigh.
I hope I'm okay
••••••
It's Monday, I wonder what this day is gonna bring.
"Hey you" Ashlyn said while giving me a pock on the arm.
"How are you doing" she asked.
I shift my attention from my opened locker to her and replied, "Hey Ashlyn, I'm fine. Just concerned about the guys who got injured on Friday"
"Yeah, and Mr Alfred too, you are in his class right? I hope they are getting better"
"Yeah, hope so. So watsup?" I asked while placing my note book in my locker.
"Can you meet me after school. I have something to give you" she replied with a mischievous grin.
"Okay. Yeah, no problem"
"Great!" She said, then walked away toward her class, leaving me to stare and wonder.
Something? What might that be?
Time passed, it was the second period, and it's Mr Alfred's class. He wasn't in school because he was in the hospital. So using that time, I went searching for my violin.
"Where is it? It was right there" I growled, making me wonder who must have taken it or what happened to it.
Why is this happening to me.
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