I was still feeding my heart on the piano music sheets and trying out the keys for the newest piece I wrote. The pressure was hard since the winter annual ball was on Saturday and I only had two days to go to practice; it was only Wednesday.


The thoughts of that guy, Ryson, invaded my mind again. He was so mysterious to the eyes with his stony gazes and strict expressions. It was like he never had any fun or enjoyed anything. But I could tell that the piano interested him when he saw me play before.


Closing the piano lid after Mrs. Davidson reminded me it was closing time, I grabbed my bag filled with sheets and a textbook on how to have key control with the steady rhythm that I was studying for the winter annual and Julliard.


"Have a great evening,” I said to Mrs. Davidson politely, she bid me goodbye and went.


With my baby hairs flailing in every direction because of the wind, I walked slowly wanting to smell the woodsy scent and the fresh air along seeing the beautiful hue across the ocean beside the forest.


Out of nowhere, a rugged hand was slapped on my mouth to stop me from screaming and a stinky scent filled the air around me. I tried to bite his palm but he made sure it was clasped tightly on my mouth, pushing my back against him. My lips trembled and my tears rushed down my cheeks.


"Mom, why do you have to go too soon?" The seven-year-old me said as I held her hand on the hospital bed.