Evan: Ignored

Evan Brough

Ada tore away from my grip. "I, should go... bye."

She left the room, wiping her tears as she went. I was left, once again, on my own. While I was sitting at the piano, I began to play again. Instead of the usual sad melodic pieces I usually play, I played one about loss.

As I finished, a stray tear rolled down my cheek. I closed the lid on the piano, stood up and walked out.

 

* * * * *

 

I walk into registration as the bell goes on this rainy Thursday morning. I hide at the back and let out a small yawn.

My mind wanders. I think about Ada, I haven't seen her since she ran from the music room last week. We've got music today - she sits next to me at the back. I sigh and wait for the bell to go for next lesson.

 

* * * * *

 

Music is here - at last. I take my seat and wait for Ada.

She walks in, face completely neutral. Her bag swings down under the table and she sits down. I smile at her and open my mouth to speak - but she hasn't even looked at me.

"Hi Ada," I whisper as the teacher enters the room. "Ada look at me."

She continues to stare straight on at a chip in the wall. What did I do? It must just be me. I shouldn't get to know people - I only leave them hurt and broken. That was it? It was all over?

 

* * * * *

 

The bell goes for lunch - music is finally over.

As I suspected, Ada was one of the first out. I tried to catch up with her, but before I knew it, she was gone in the torrent of people in the hall.

 

* * * * *

 

I'm in the lunch room. I sat in my regular place - Ada is on the other side of the room on her own.

I make a quick decision. Finishing my lunch, I put my tray on the pile and wait for Ada to finish. Soon enough, she finishes, gets up and hands her tray over. I'm standing next to the door that she will walk out of any second now.

The doors swing open. I grab Ada and before she can say anything, I take her to the music room.

As we get there, I open the door and sit her down. I make my way to the piano stool and begin to play.

 

I sing:

"Step one you say we need to talk
He walks you say sit down it's just a talk
He smiles politely back at you
You stare politely right on through
Some sort of window to your right
As he goes left and you stay right
Between the lines of fear and blame
You begin to wonder why you came

Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life

Let him know that you know best
Cause after all you do know best
Try to slip past his defense
Without granting innocence
Lay down a list of what is wrong
The things you've told him all along
And pray to God he hears you
And pray to God he hears you

Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life

As he begins to raise his voice
You lower yours and grant him one last choice
Drive until you lose the road
Or break with the ones you've followed
He will do one of two things
He will admit to everything
Or he'll say he's just not the same
And you'll begin to wonder why you came

Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
How to save a life
How to save a life..."

The End

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