Melodic Spirits
Hole In my soul
The music flows through my veins giving life to my soul as it runs under my skin giving me warmth. My heart thumps in sync with the distinct drum beats, the beautiful whine emanating from the cello's strings seem to wrap around my spine making me shiver with pleasure. This is my heaven, this is where I find my peace. I glanced to my right and I saw my dad in the same musical trance I was in. Our love of music is what helped us bond thus making our relationship so strong. It was part of our daily routine. Everyday after he came back from work we sit next to each other on the couch in front of the stereo and listen to music. There was no need for words, we just let the music fill the air and communicate for us.
When the album melodically came to an end, my dad said, "I remember when you were a baby I used to cradle you in my arms while listening to this album and you would fall asleep at the very last song. Now here we are sixteen years later and you're a grown man," he said, giving me a pat on the back while attempting to blink away the tears in his eyes. "Let's hope you get to do this when you are eighty," my mum said with a smile as she shuffled her way from the kitchen wearing a green apron with flour dusted all over her. "Yeah, and you'll have our kids running around in the background" my brother, Devin added teasingly. "Oh dad don't forget we need to go buy the photos tomorrow after work" he added with a dull tone.
He wasn't looking forward to seeing his graduation photos, he always says he looks horrible in pictures but in reality he looked pretty decent. I headed to my room and let them get into that age old discussion as I was too tired of hearing it. The truth is I have always been jealous of him, he got the friends, the looks, the brains, everything and what did I get? Nothing, just a scar covering my all too creepy violet eyes. I flopped face down on the bed as I waited for my laptop to start up and checked my phone. Zero messages on Skype or Facebook, not even a text. I tried to act as if it didn't matter to me that I didn't have much friends. All I wanted was to be like all other normal teenagers but no one ever tried to initiate a conversation with me and whenever I tried they ignored me or just walked away.
You don't need anyone but yourself Cole.
That is the lie I have been trying to feed myself day after day just so I can go through the weeks. My hands trembled with anger as I typed in my password. I loathe the tears that escape and dampen my cheeks. I quickly swiped away the evidence of my weakness as I plugged in my headphones and opened up a new blank document and poured my soul into words.
*****
As I got out of the car and looked upon the yellow limestone walls of my school, a heavy weight draped over my shoulder that made me feel sick. I trudged up the stairs to the foyer area and went to sit in my usual place, in the little corner under the stairs that tended to stay warm in even the coldest of days. The seconds ticked by slowly and the chilled fist that seemed to be lodged up in my chest grew menacing. I closed my eyes and thought of peaceful melodies to try to chase away the rising panic that threatened to overcome my senses.
"Don't be scared. It will fade, just breathe through your nose," said a sweet voice laced with concern. A small cold dampened hand patted mine shyly and I opened my eyes to see a pair of brown eyes looking straight at me. Alese. The beautiful, shy yet eccentric girl in my music class.
The longer I gazed into her calm eyes, the more relax I became. When I got my bearings back, I stayed silent, waiting for her to move away just like all the others do.
"There. I'm glad you're feeling better." She said as she moved her hand away from mine, to push back an errant gold curl that covered her eyes. It fell back into place and I couldn't help but laugh. It was the most cutest yet typical thing to happen.
"You should just put it all up into a ponytail, you look better without them anyway." I said with a chuckle, waiting for her to give me her signature shy smile.
"No, I look better with them covering my forehead!" she said with a laugh of her own, then her smile faded and sadness glazed over her features.
"What? Whats wrong?" I said, the panic starting to rise slightly again. I didn't mean to offend her and I most definitely didn't want to blow up my chance at making a friend. Alese sighed and broke eye contact for the first time.
"I'm so sorry. I didn't want to meet you this way. I was planning on talking to you earlier but I always chickened out and now... I just couldn't see you get hurt I want to help as much as I can" she said in a low voice. Her hands trembled as she talked and shifted her position. Her words confused me, what did she mean by me getting hurt?
"Look, you're going to think I'm crazy but I feel that something bad is going to happen to someone very close to you. I'm saying this because I've seen the look of fear that you had on your face and I know that fear. I have been through that before and I was so scared and lost." She said as she rushed through the words her hands trembling harder. When she looked back up at me I saw the clear tears dripping from her eyes. I was about to reach over and wipe her tears away and say everything was OK but my phone started vibrating in my front pocket.
A moment into the call and the room started to spun around as the news sunk in. I couldn't speak, I couldn't breathe. Alese was right. My dad is dead.
The tremors started at the center of my chest and moved along my arms and legs. My phone fell away from my grip as I lost control over my body and mind, I let the pain, the shock, the loss, shake my whole being. The deathly grip was back but this time it took over my heart. My vision went black and I could hear Alese's voice echo through my head, but it was too late. He is dead and with him a part of my soul.
I think you got talent. Everything is perfectly described and I got the chance to know the narrator pretty well.
You can even lightly touch on Cole's social ineptitude if you want, but don't give it more attention than it deserves. From the title and the fact that you have introduced the chapter through music, something you then linked to the father, I can easily deduce that the focal point of your story lines in music and the death of Cole's father. In this chapter, I strongly suggest that you instead expand on the idea of music/Cole's dad instead of vaguely introducing four to five things all at once. 
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