Kassandra entered her room and flopped herself onto her bed. Her head was spinning with the occurences of the day. She needed Excedrin, and fast.
As soon as she pushed herself up onto her elbows, Kassandra caught eye of something in the corner of her room. Right next to her homecoming dress, from that school year, leaned her enchanting, blue acoustic guitar. Her stomach clenched as she picked through her mind to find the song that perfectly matched her mood. Kassandra's eyes burned with the intensity of her emotions.
Why did he always do this to her? Become so close and feel so permanent, then just push away and disappear again. Did he really care or did he just feel lonely himself?
The young women pushed herself away from the bed completely and headed straight for the guitar that was leaning against the closet. As her fingers wrapped around the wooden neck of the instrument a sshe felt a bit calmer than before, though the headache still pounded against her skull. Kassandra slowly and carefully left her room, to walk down the bare walls of the hallway to the step leading to the front porch of her families house.
She carefully set herself on the lukewarm concrete and placed the guitar in it's normal position on her leg and knee. The feeling of it close to her body made her smile slightly and the expression was weak. Her hazel-blue eyes looked out across the street as she began to strum away on the strings effortlessly. Her mind was elsewhere as she played the beginning chords of "Dead Flowers" by Miranda Lambert.
You had to give the girl props! She knew how to write a sad love song.
As the opening chords turned into the verse, she took a deep breath and closed her eyes. "I feel like the Flowers in this vase, He just brought them home one day, 'Ain't they beautiful he said'", she sang out into the darkness.
Her mother had already left for work and she was pretty alone, besides her little brother sitting on the couch dozing off. Kassandra put all of her heart and sole into that song as she continued on with the country twist in her taste in music, as well as her life.
After she let the ending chord whsiper through the darkness of the always stranded street, she took a deep breath and sighed. "Why? Why now?", was all she could ask into the nothingness of the night.
As soon as she pushed herself up onto her elbows, Kassandra caught eye of something in the corner of her room. Right next to her homecoming dress, from that school year, leaned her enchanting, blue acoustic guitar. Her stomach clenched as she picked through her mind to find the song that perfectly matched her mood. Kassandra's eyes burned with the intensity of her emotions.
Why did he always do this to her? Become so close and feel so permanent, then just push away and disappear again. Did he really care or did he just feel lonely himself?
The young women pushed herself away from the bed completely and headed straight for the guitar that was leaning against the closet. As her fingers wrapped around the wooden neck of the instrument a sshe felt a bit calmer than before, though the headache still pounded against her skull. Kassandra slowly and carefully left her room, to walk down the bare walls of the hallway to the step leading to the front porch of her families house.
She carefully set herself on the lukewarm concrete and placed the guitar in it's normal position on her leg and knee. The feeling of it close to her body made her smile slightly and the expression was weak. Her hazel-blue eyes looked out across the street as she began to strum away on the strings effortlessly. Her mind was elsewhere as she played the beginning chords of "Dead Flowers" by Miranda Lambert.
You had to give the girl props! She knew how to write a sad love song.
As the opening chords turned into the verse, she took a deep breath and closed her eyes. "I feel like the Flowers in this vase, He just brought them home one day, 'Ain't they beautiful he said'", she sang out into the darkness.
Her mother had already left for work and she was pretty alone, besides her little brother sitting on the couch dozing off. Kassandra put all of her heart and sole into that song as she continued on with the country twist in her taste in music, as well as her life.
After she let the ending chord whsiper through the darkness of the always stranded street, she took a deep breath and sighed. "Why? Why now?", was all she could ask into the nothingness of the night.
