Broken Ties (Frerard)

I felt oddly satisfied knowing that I'd made such an effect on a man as to having him stare at me.
I allowed my mind to wander to why his hands were gripping the window sill so tightly.
Perhaps he was angry, furious. He had looked out of the window, embracing the scenery, trying to calm himself and his eyes just happened to lock onto me.
Or maybe something was troubling him greatly and he decided to watch the people pass by as he tried to clear his mind of the worries that clouded his head.
Either way, whatever was happening, it was affecting him rather badly.
Maybe I should go over to him, just to see what was wrong.
Or would that be a terrible idea?
It's a neighbourly thing to do, correct?
To greet their new fellow neighbours. Perhaps start a conversation with them, just to be friendly.
Although, part of my brain restricted me. It told me how it wouldn't be a good idea.
I chose to question that side of my mind, to find out why it was such a bad idea.
It came out with "you don't want him to snap at you. That certainly isn't the best way to make a first impression. You're attracted to him, you do NOT want to start on a low note. Play it cool. Perhaps lurk at the window and see if he comes back. Or, of course, you could distract yourself. Maybe rest your feet upon the window sill and play your guitar. That always soothes you, perhaps it will soothe him too"
"But what if it doesn't work?" I mumbled to myself. I knew that I'd get no verbal response, but I find it simpler if I responded to the voices in my head by speaking aloud.
"You have nothing to lose. And besides, he won't exactly try to stop you. He won't know that you're trying to attract his attention, anyways. He'll assume that you're playing it through your own free will. And either way, I can tell how stressed you are. The huge change from Italy to New Jersey has clearly hit you hard. One song won't hurt anyone, will it?"
I was hoping to get on my neighbour's good side, and not just the one living across from me.
I had no intention of being rivalled or hated here, it simply wasn't what I wanted.
All I wished for was to live in peace. Possibly even without my existence being acknowledged a lot of the time.
I hated arguments. I hated people raising their voices with the determination to hurt them in some way, and it certainly wasn't what I wanted to get into with my new neighbours.
Living Hell is what that car ride was, having to sit back, helpless, defenceless as my parents screamed, threatened and used profanity towards each other in such a harsh way.
They knew fully well how much I hated it when they argued, but they simply didn't care enough to stop, even for my sake.
I just keep silently hoping that they sort out their issues one day, before it becomes too much for both them and I to handle.
I had decided to go with it. I walked to my guitar case and pulled out Mercy, my acoustic, black beauty.
I perched upon the sill of the window and strummed a few chords, ensuring that my guitar was in tune.
I cleared my throat slightly and began to sing Desert Song. It were only a little tune I had written a while back, and yet it was still one of my favourites.
My voice had never been exceptionally great, but the scratch of my voice combined perfectly with the vibe of Mercy to create a perfectly produced piece of music.
I'd always wanted to be a musician, but I never thought I'd make it.
I knew I could never have the confidence to form a band, and I definitely don't have enough courage to go solo, so I stuck to writing private pieces and performing them in front of my bedroom mirror, acting as if I were to be living my dream, rocking in front of millions of screaming fans.
I closed my eyes slowly as I played, allowing the chords of the intro to fill my ears before singing the first few words of the verse.
I could only hope now that the man reappeared at that window, still intrigued to watch me from behind his blinds.

Notes

Sorry this is so short. I was sort of in a rush!
~ScreamingRevolver;; <3