My world is nothing but darkness. thats all its ever been and thats all it ever will be. And yet, I managed to see Danny as a spark of light. A reason. Something to make it all worth it. And she left. No. She ran away from me. The worst part it I have no idea why. Everything was fine one second and then not the next.
Rose put her hand on my shoulder, "Are you ok, miss?" I nodded. Rose has been the closest thing I've ever had to a mother or older sister. She cares about Ben and I. She really didnt have to lead me home, but she did any way.
I continued up the stone pathway I've walked hundreds of times,up the oh-so-familiar marble stairs,and into the grand hall I grew up in, all without missing a beat. "Thank you Rose, I can make it to my room alone now." I told her with a smile.
"Yes, Miss Nikki," she said and I could hear her footsteps retreat. I turned down the left coridoor before the grand staircase, the hall that lead to my room. I placed my hand on the right wall, my rough fingertips grazing the expencive wallpaper. I passed a door, then a second one, and finally when I reached the third, I turned the brass doorknob, opening the door and entering my large but rather empty room.
The wall across the door had amps off all kinds lining the wall, from Fender to Peavey and even a small Gorrilaz mini amp sat on the end. My wall was rather high, and thats a good thing, beacause above them were rows after rows of guitars. Fender Stratocasters, Gibson SG modles, some Les Pauls (my favorite), some Fender Telocasters, countless Epiphones and Ibanez guitars, but the best sat on a stand by the amps.
My custom blue(or at least thats what they told me it was) Tiger Eye Les Paul with traditional pickups sat there already hooked up to one of the amps, my personal settings already placed by Ben. I felt for the strap and without fumbling, I placed it around my shoulder. I felt for the volume knob on the guitar and turned it up to ten.
I felt for the pick holder on the strap and pulled out the top pick. I ran it across all six strings, remembering where they all are. Begining with some simple power chords and a few famous riffs, I slowly advanced into the harder ones and my original works.
Guitar allows me to let go of all my emotions, to relax and feel free. I began to move around my room along to the music, and accidentily tripped on the amp cord, but managed to save my guitar from any harm. I got up and fumbled to set the Les Paul on her stand, but once I did I felt for my bed and layed there. I got maybe 10 minutes of sleep before someone knocked on my door.
"Its Ben," my twin called from the other side.
"Come in," I told him. I heard the door open and the weight of my bed change as he sat next to me.
"Hey Sis, nice guitar work," he told me like he always does. "But it was diffrent than normal, did something happen?" He asked.
I sat up and after a minute nodded, "Yeah, but its nothing, I just met this new girl and she left in a hury for no reason. It doesn't matter," I told him.
"Don't let it get to ya, Sis, its her loss!" Ben said cheerfuly. I just rolled my unseeing eyes.
My brother has always been cheery whilst I've taken the roll of the downer. Most people would say it's because I'm blind. It's not. Sure, I don't enjoy being unable to see my family, but even if my eyes worked properly, I have the sneaking suspicion I wouldn't see them anyways, only Ben and Rose,
My father is a rich business man, hes always at meetings or social gatherings we aren't aloud to attend. My mother is busy making friends with aristocrats to use as connections for my father. Honestly, it's like he's preparing for some kind of war.
Ben wraps his arm around me as I sigh. "It's fine, I'm sure she'll come crawling back to you..." He tried to reason with me. I only returned with a harsh laugh and leaned into him. I didn't want her to come crawling back. I hate it when people think I'm above them because I come from a rich family. That doesn't make me who I am.
I get up. "I'm going to read, your welcome to stay if you'd like," I tell him, but I hear him get up.
"I'll leave you to read. I love you, Nikki," He says. I smile slightly.
"I love you, too," I tell him before feeling my way to the bookshelf and reading the bumps on the spines. I find one about Jimmy Hendrix and pull it out. I hear my door close as I lay back down on my bed.
Without relizing it, I read for hours, and end up falling asleep with the book clutched in my hands.
