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The Music Box

April 18, 2019
By Sophia_LaPalme DIAMOND, Loxley, Alabama
Sophia_LaPalme DIAMOND, Loxley, Alabama
57 articles 22 photos 87 comments

Favorite Quote:
“In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.”
― Robert Frost

       “In another life we could be something. But not in this one. I’m sorry.” He says. I play the message over and over again, mouthing the words as he speaks. The grainy recording from my phone is all I have left of his voice.

    Two weeks ago he left me. Lee was my boyfriend from the time we met in 10th grade, to about a month ago. I found out that he was cheating on me with another girl and I left him.

    I gather the pieces of the photos that I had ripped apart and hold them close. I deleted all the photos and videos from my phone, but it doesn’t matter. My phone is long gone. It was stolen a couple weeks ago, along with some money and jewelry, when I was working the night shift at the hospital where I work.

    That same night I saw Lee, broken like a crumpled piece of paper, being wheeled in on a stretcher. He had jumped from a building. He had tried to kill himself. He succeeded.

    Right away, I rushed to his side while the doctors tended to him. They put an oxygen mask on him and a dozen IVs. The fall from the building had been a bad one, however, the building wasn’t very tall. He had broken arms, shattered legs, a pattern of bruises all over his body, and a multitude of scratches, scrapes, and gashes. His lung had been punctured by a piece of broken rib. A broken rib that proved to be fatal.

    I wipe away my tears, annoyed that after a whole month, I still can’t forget him. For six years, he’d been at my side. A burning rage smolders below my sadness. He cheated on me. Then, he killed himself. He was a cheat and a coward. I don’t go in my closet anymore. I don’t want to see his clothes hanging limply on the hangers. I just close my eyes and reach my hand through the wooden door. Usually that’s enough to make me cry all over again.

    I’ve never met the girl. I don’t want to, either. The police did declare that the cause of death was suicide. I can’t help wondering if she hadn’t ever been in his life, if he would still be in mine. Maybe in another life.

    I can’t repair this. I can’t bring him back. I spot a bird through my bedroom window. It perches on my windowsill, just beyond the cold glass. The robin flies away, using its wings to glide.

    I imagine having wings and being able to fly, escaping all of this. The skies would be my dominion and the sun would be my throne. I glance back at my bed, covered in fragments of my past: bits and pieces of photographs. I’m stuck between the past and the future.

    I gather the pieces of the photos in my hands and bring them to my dresser. I fetch an old music box my father gave me when I was ten. The music box is large enough for two levels. I place the pieces in the empty bottom level and shut the door.

    I open my window and breathe in the sweet scents of spring. This isn’t over for me. I will continue to live and fight.

    I breathe a sigh of relief when I finally leave my room. I’m going somewhere I haven’t been in a very long time: my favorite bookstore. The store is just around the corner from my apartment. It’s owned by one of my old friends, Mrs. Downs. Her store is a beautiful brick building with rows and rows of sturdy wood bookcases. She cleverly named it Down to Earth, something that perfectly describes her, and a bookstore that buys and resells old books, or “old friends” as she affectionately calls them.

    The smell of old books and strong coffee greets me when I open the door. I trail my fingers across the spines of the books in the nonfiction section. I don’t need to move on. No, I need to move forward. That doesn’t mean forgetting, either. That just means forgiving him. Lee means too much to me to forget him. However, I won’t spend anymore time wondering what could’ve been.

    “What are you looking for?” A guy asks.

    I turn around and see that the voice belongs to a guy around my height with tortoiseshell glasses, brown hair, and brown eyes. His warm smile is a relief from my tears.

    “I’m just looking.”

    “That’s the best answer when it comes to books.”

    Maybe everything will be okay.


The author's comments:

I was inspired by one of my friends. Enjoy! 

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on May. 2 2019 at 2:50 pm
Sophia_LaPalme DIAMOND, Loxley, Alabama
57 articles 22 photos 87 comments

Favorite Quote:
“In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.”
― Robert Frost

Thank you! I love getting feedback from you! I’m glad you enjoyed reading it!

on May. 2 2019 at 10:21 am
Malcolm_Chase PLATINUM, Madison, South Dakota
32 articles 0 photos 161 comments

Favorite Quote:
Not all those who wander are lost
- J. R. R. Tolkien

Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it
- Confucius

Believe you can and you're halfway there
- Theodore Roosevelt

Don't walk behind me; I may not lead. Don't walk in front of me; I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend.
- Albert Camus

It is during our darkest moments that we must focus to see the light.
- Aristotle

Nothing is impossible, the word itself says 'I'm possible'!
- Audrey Hepburn

The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched - they must be felt with the heart.
- Helen Keller

This was a deep and interesting story, and I really enjoyed reading it. You were really able to write this main character well and allow me to really see everything she felt. Great job, Sophia!