Melody of Innocence

Mom barged through the door and put her hand on her hips. “Catherine, dear, it’s 3PM and you’ve done nothing but lie down on your bed all day.”

“I know,” I reply bluntly, my voice sounding like it’s going in the wrong direction. Like usual.
Mom sighed. “Are you that nervous for joining a new school?”

My eyes glanced to the other side of my room. It was a pile of boxes, filled with my stuff. I wasn’t done putting all my stuff out. I exhaled. “I’m going for a walk,” I muttered, standing up.

Mom smiled, and walked out my room, shutting the door behind her. She’s learnt her lesson from previous times. I walk over to a few open boxes lying near my empty wardrobe. I guess I should start packing them in the places they actually belong to, instead of just boxes. These boxes take up a lot of space.

… I’ll just handle them tomorrow.

I sighed, and walked over to the mirror attached to my wardrobe. I think I looked alright… I was wearing a black-sleeved baseball tee with light blue skinny jeans. I went over to one of the open boxes that were filled with shoes. I grabbed a pair of gray sneakers and went over to another box filled with stuff like socks, hats, beanies, bags, blah, blah, blah. I grabbed a pair of socks and a black beanie. I stuffed my feet into the socks and lazily put the beanie on top of my head, adjusting it a bit to make sure it won’t fall off. Then, I grabbed a small, simple shoulder bag. I dug around my pocket and took my phones and stuffed them into the bag, too.

The weather was getting cold. Autumn was starting soon, and I’m sensitive towards cold. Autumn was my favorite season, though, after spring. I never got people who likes summer and winter the best. The weather during those seasons are too extreme.

…. Maybe I should get some coffee.

I spent the next five minutes flipping my room upside down to find my wallet. After finding it, I placed it inside my bag and shoved my sock-clad feet into my sneakers. I walked out my room and went down the stairs. The whole house was still pretty new, so there were still a few stuff covered in plastic. It was definitely smaller than our old house – the old house back in Essex was quite big – it was meant for me, Mom, Dad, and my grandpa. But, a few years after Dad died, Grandpa followed him to Heaven, leaving me and Mom alone in a house that was too big for us. Later, we both agreed that the house simply brought back too many memories.

Mom then found a job as an accountant here, in Jersey, and this was the place we thought suitable for the two of us that we could afford. I was planning to get a part-time job to help out Mom pay for the taxes and everything, too. Maybe I should try finding a job today…

“I’m gonna go now, alright?” I asked, loud enough so Mom could hear me from the kitchen. It may have been a question, but it’s really a statement.

“Took you awhile to get ready,” Mom stated. “Just go back before 5, alright?

“Got it,” I said back, then left the house.

The first thing I had done when I arrived in Belleville was try to find a coffee shop. Okay, that was only partly true. I took a walk around and tried to find everything, like the bookstore, the mart, and my school.

It also gave me the chance to look around and see just how Belleville was like. I mean, it doesn’t look bad, but I’ve heard not-so-good things about this place. Kidnappings, rapes, mass murders, suicides. Of course, the possibilities of those stories being false are quite big, but still. I tried to shrug it off, but I can’t help but think back to those articles.

I sighed and walked down a road I passed a few days ago. I found a coffee shop near here somewhere, but I had to pass this bridge that stands over a river. It was pretty nice, really, but something about it seemed… unsettling. There’s a possibility I’d be working in that coffee shop, though, so this may or may not be the last time I pass this bridge. Most probably not.

I found the coffee shop and stepped in, taking a breath of the familiar, sweet smell. Coffee. You can’t not go wrong with coffee. I took another deep breath. Coffee.

I ordered a cup of coffee with milk and sugar and my order came right away. I took a seat at the back of the shop. It was quite dark in this shop, but the windows let sunlight in, making everything visible. The shop looked more like a grandma’s tea house or something, but a bit more modern. There weren’t many people here, probably only four others? I took a sip of my coffee and closed my eyes.

Four different melodies were playing. Two of them were the same genre and had an upbeat tone, but they were different and did not match. I’m guessing they were friends. The other two sounded sad and kind of far apart, but they matched together and created a beautiful harmony. My lips tugged up at the corners and I opened my eyes to look at the two. A girl was sobbing alone in a table, and a boy sitting at a table across her was watching her quietly. It was sad, but it made me happy to know that they were going to be together one day.

Not having a melody kind of sucks, I guess, but being able to listen to other people’s melodies is a blessing. Sometimes, when I’m walking down the road or just sitting down in a coffee shop like this, I could hear a melody that was perfect together, and it made me smile a bit. Sometimes I have the urge to run up to them and tell them to kiss each other. After all, they were meant to be.

My thoughts of being a match-maker got interrupted as the doorbell rang and two guys who were pretty tall walked in. Their melodies were addicting and was very interesting. They had a similar feel to it and matched, but not in a way a lover’s would. Perhaps they were brothers? I took another sip as I watched them.

One of them had long, black hair and an incredible nose. How did he get such a sharp nose? I wonder if he got plastic surgery. The other brother had hazelnut brown hair that was pretty long, but not as long as his brother’s. He had glasses arranged on the top of his nose. They both looked adorable.

I took another sip as they went over to a table with 4 chairs. Perhaps they were waiting for someone? Judging by how their melodies are building up, they seemed to be quite excited. They both seemed like nice people, and their melodies had quite an upbeat tone but something about it sounds so… sad. Especially the one with the black hair. Judging by how his melody sounds, I’m guessing he’s the older brother. He looked like he would still be in junior high, though. But then again, the little brother’s melody sounded like he would be around my age, maybe?

Just then, the doorbell rang once more, and a guy – he was pretty short, he was probably around my height? – with dark brown hair came in. He had a fringe that was swept to one side of his face and curled just below his eyes, and had perfectly arched eyebrows. He looked extremely tired, yet still so… beautiful. He ordered something, and I kept staring at him the whole time. His order came almost immediately, and I noticed he drank his coffee black.

My eyes kept following him, and he took a seat in the table with the brothers. His smile lit up his whole face, and the three started talking. I took a sip of my own drink and kept staring.

What caught my attention the most wasn’t how beautiful he looked – it was his melody.

It was unlike anything I’ve ever heard, and fuck, the things I’d do to just be around him all the time to listen to his melody. It was so dark and strange, but in the best fucking way. I wish I could record his melody and just listen to it at night as a lullaby.

He took a sip, and his eyebrows furrowed a bit. He looked away from the brothers and stared directly at me. His face suddenly looked confused, but something about his eyes lit up. Then, he looked back at the brothers, but his eyes kept looking back at me.

Notes

I'm so sorry it took me awhile to update! But, well, this is a pretty fucking long chapter so I hope it made up for it?
I didn't have writer's block, no (who gets writer's block only after writing the prologue?), in fact I've already came up with scenes and blah blah that happens like, in the middle of the story.
I was simply being the lazy fuck I am.
Also, it's kind of confusing to try writing something from the view of a character that's not meant to have much of a personality. Not to mention a character that has abilities that probably doesn't exist.
But well, I hope you enjoyed it! Sorry again for the late update, but ayyyyy at least you got one. //shot