The Music Within

me

Ugh, I'm so sick of this silence. It's like, everywhere I go, it follows me. I try to drown it out with my earbuds, but even my favorite songs can't fill the void.

I'm walking down the street, trying to clear my head, when I hear the sounds of the city. Car horns, people yelling, sirens blaring... it's like, a never-ending noise fest. But, I guess it's better than the silence.

I pass by some street performers, and my heart skips a beat. There's a girl playing the guitar, and her music is actually really good. It makes me miss playing music with Paul... my heart aches just thinking about it.

I keep walking, trying to shake off the feelings. I see a sign that says "The Melodic Cup" - it's a music venue or something. Part of me wants to go in, but the other part is like, "No way, Emma. You're not ready for that yet."

I walk into the house, knowing I'm in trouble. Mom and Dad are already seated at the dinner table, their faces stern.

"Emma, where have you been?" Mom asks, her voice firm but worried.

"I just went for a walk," I reply, trying to sound casual.

"A walk? At 9 pm? Alone?" Dad raises an eyebrow. "Emma, we've talked about this. You can't just roam around the city at night. It's not safe."

I feel a sting from their words, like they're hitting at my deepest insecurities. Their criticism makes me wonder if I'm truly cut out for this world.

"You're so irresponsible, Emma," Mom says, shaking her head. "You need to think about how your actions affect others."

I feel a lump form in my throat as I try to defend myself. "I know, Mom. I just needed some time to think, okay?"

But Dad cuts me off. "Thinking? You call wandering around the city at night 'thinking'? You need to get your priorities straight, Emma."

I push my chair back, feeling like I've been punched in the gut. "I can't do this right now," I say, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Emma, come back here!" Mom calls out as I get up from the table.

But I'm already gone, racing up the stairs to my room. I slam the door shut behind me and lock it, ignoring my parents' calls.

"Emma, open up! We need to talk to you!" Dad yells through the door.

But I'm not listening. I collapse onto my bed, feeling tears prick at the corners of my eyes. I can't deal with their criticism, their disappointment. I just need some time alone, some time to figure out why I'm so messed up.

But Dad cuts me off. "Thinking? You call wandering around the city at night 'thinking'? You need to get your priorities straight, Emma."

I push my chair back, feeling like I've been punched in the gut. "I can't do this right now," I say, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Emma, come back here!" Mom calls out as I get up from the table.

But I'm already gone, leaving my dinner uneaten and my emotions raw. I need some time to process, to figure out why I'm so messed up.

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