*So, here's chapter one! Took me long enough. Anyway, I ask you to read the prologue before, ok? Oh and the *--* thingy, is to separate the POV's. If anyone has a more effective way, please notify me*
Let me be
Chapter 1
By Kat
My eyes were distracted by Callie, who was babbling about how my mother would go crazy if she knew what I was doing. I nodded, but I still played around a bit, laughing. The boy played a high, awful note, that clearly did not fit the previous melody, and stared at me furiously.
"Wow, if looks could kill..." I whispered. He stood up, and walked away, into a parallel street, covered by shadows.
"Were we too loud?" Callie asked, as the responsible girl she was. She also saw the boy's reaction, not as meticulously as me, but she still noticed him.
The boy could only stand out when closely observed. He hid himself under shadows. He wanted to ran low, I guess. When I couldn't see him anymore, I sighed. He was sad, and mad at the world. Life is short, my friend.
"I should now," I mumbled. Callie helped me out of the water, and I suggested sitting at the spot the boy was. It seemed pleasant. I waited, a bit anxiously, I must admit. He didn't come back, and I was disappointed. Eventually, I had to go home. I walked the familiar road with a certain frustrated feeling; he was just a rude boy, anyway. Callie walked me to my parents house.
I lived in Italy. My dad owned a company, and we were pretty rich, due to his high salary. Our small mansion was in a small town, about forty miles from Turin, in the north of the country. We had moved there when I was four. We previously lived in London. The house's walls were made with red brick, with big transparent spots all over them. My mother loved clarity, so we had lots of windows. The front garden, was, as always, well taken care of. It has my mother's hobby. The grass had a strong green colour, as everything in this time of the year, and when we first walked in, you could easily notice the bright colored spots all over. My mother loved flowers. I liked them too. Pretty on the eyes, like a perfume on the noise. Wow, that sounded bad. The path from the gate continued until we reached a little roundabout, in front of the black front door. That was where my dad would leave the car, when he'd come from work, and then Marcus, a servant, would go park it in garage. When I was little, I used to sit be the window and wait until the mysterious black car would drive in. At that time, I would jump up and ran to my dad. He would take me in his arms and spin me around, smiling.
When we reached the gate, I asked Pasquale, politely, to open it. He smiled and clicked on the button that opened the six metres gate.
I walked in, passing through my dad's cars. He loved them. Sometimes, on summer's vacations or weekends, I'd find him polishing them up. I wondered why he wouldn't just ask someone else to do it, maybe Marcus or Riccardio. But he would say, "No, Ella. I'll do it." And his eyes would sparkle a little, and he would smile. I helped him, from now and then, but it was a bit boring.
Callie lived with us. Her mother was a single mom, and she died when Callie was five. Mrs. Conti was a close friend to my parents, and as Callie had no other family, she handed her custody to my parents.
Dinner was quick, and I went to bed earlier, because I had a headache. I fell asleep in a matter of minutes.
My eyes opened suddenly, and I breathed heavily. Had I just dreamed of that boy?
I was sitting under a tree. Its branches were twisted and shaped very differently, with bright green leaves falling out. He was a few steps away, damned by the hot bright light. I was comfortably resting in the shades, and he looked at me with an indecipherable expression. The swift breeze passed by, agitating my hair and his. I opened my arms, in a gesture of more than friendship.
"Walk on over, to this bit of shade. I'll wrap you in my arms."
He walked, reluntantly, to me, and we laid in an unbreakable embraced.
I decided to get a glass of water; my head was spinning around with the damn dream. As I put my feet on the ground, I didn't felt the familiar hardwood floor, but soft small grains.
"Sand?" It was warm and shaped my feet; it felt nice. The sound of waves faded in slowly, and it was delightful. I looked up to see the lazy waves of the ocean kissing the shore. An urge to dive in the sea, came upon me, and I walked through the sand, accelerating my pace as I got closer. I bumped into something invisible. I couldn't transpose it, and out of nothing, it all faded away. I was in my room, standing in the doorway.
Hallucination, it had happened to me before. First on woods, then on the mall. I hadn't told anyway, It just made my decease more real, and I didn't wanted anyone to worry more than they did already. I walked quickly to the kitchen to get my glass of water.
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The sun kissed my cheeks, and the skin of my arms were embraced in warmth.. The rest of my body hid in the shade of a tree, it's branches embezzled with green leaves. The limestone of the small wall I was sitting on, was cold and white, passing a cool sensation through my body.
I touched the guitar strings, thoughtful. A long low note echoed through the air, while I considered what to play. The people around me were loud, always chatting, and the annoying incensing noise of the foot steps on the path irritated me, making it impossible to concentrate on anything. I closed my eyes, and saw only my guitar, in the darkness that surrounded me. I was inside my mind.
The tips of my fingers knew the guitar inside out, so it wasn't hard to start playing with my eyes closed. Just my guitar, and the vibrations of the chords running through me. Long minutes passed on and I played the sad melody, over and over again. It reminded me of cold, rainy days. Which, didn't fit the day at all, bot who cares. It's not like anyone would listen.
I opened my eyes, confident that I would be able to play out of my mind. The outside noises lowered a bit, but loud laughs were heard. I stared at the girls, making a big fuzz, not even noticing that they could have been interrupting other people. A girl was in a fountain. Where's her manners? I thought. I got up, and went to my street. It seems the small square was too populated for me. The street was covered in shadows, as it was in most parts of the day. I lived on the first floor of a ancient house. The small town had a lot of old buildings like mine. The keys twisted in my head, and I walked in the building, still a bit horrified for the lack of good behaviour of that ignorant girl.
The inside of the building was fresh, due to the small exposition to the sun. I laid on my bed, and realized I was tired. I was sick of being in this small, stupid town. Like a little bird on a cage. Nah, that comparison is stupid. Like a prisoner in a cell, I guess. I turned my black iPod nano on, and fell asleep listening to music.
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