When I awoke in the next morning I heard the soft tinkering notes of a piano. I slowly wondered down to listen. I didn't want to get to close to the person playing the piano, so I sat on the stairs; quietly listening. The person playing was wonderful at playing and I wondered what song they were playing because it sounded faintly familiar, but at the same time I thought that I never heard it before.

“Dear God the only thing I ask of you is, to hold her when I'm not around, when I'm much too far away. We all need that person who can be true to you, I left her when I found her. And now I wish I'd stayed, 'cause I'm lonely and I'm tired. I'm missing you again oh no, once again,” I realized it was Matt singing and playing the piano and the more he played the song kept sounding so familiar, but it felt like a part of my mind was blocking me from fully remembering.

I crawled back up the stairs to hide in room, but I didn't get very far before I heard someone talking.

“I'm leaving,”

“Why?” I could hear Matt question.

“My daughter needs time to sort things out. I'm sure that I'll only make things worse for her. I want her to heal on her own time, I want her to accept me when she is ready. Now, she knows who I am and I don't have to watch her from a distance. I'll be back eventually, I just don't want to make her angry and more confused than she is. Give this to her for me when she needs it. It's something she'll need once...” I didn't get to hear the rest of it because I heard someone clear their throat.

I slowly looked up at Brian and smiled sheepishly. He shook his head, picking me up and placing me on his shoulder, walking us back to my room. He plopped me on my bed.

“Why were you listening in on them?” He asked.

“Actually I was listening to Matt sing, but then Ryhse started talking on my way back up to my room. I didn't mean to start listening...” I looked down, pouting like I was a little kid in trouble. Brian chuckled and ruffled my already messy hair.

“It's okay, kiddo,” I jutted my lower lip out. I was not a kid. I was a woman. Brian chuckled at me and soon left after lecturing me about how I should stick around when people are talking and you are listening in. I of course kept pouting like a little kid and rolling my eyes.

I sat on my bed for a long while not really knowing what to do before I noticed something shiny. I got up and went into a corner and moved a few boxes, seeing a shiny black acoustic guitar sitting there. I picked it up, examining it. It seemed brand new, so I decided to try it out.

I strummed lightly, noting the guitar was in tune. I started strumming more, words flowing out of my mouth. “Let me hold you for the last time. It's the last chance to feel again. But you broke me, now I can't feel anything.” I strummed, feeling like I've been playing forever.

“When I love you and so untrue, I can't even convince myself. When I'm speaking it's the voice of someone else. Oh, it tears me up. I tried to hold on but it hurts too much. I tried to forgive but it's not enough to make it all okay. You can't play our broken strings. You can't feel anything, that your heart don't want to feel. I can't tell you something that ain't real. Oh, the truth hurts and lies worse. How can I give anymore? When I love you a little less than before?” I sang everything out, strumming with what I felt like, going with the flow. I felt free, brave, at peace with myself as I slightly danced to the singing and strumming.

Was this how I was supposed to be? Is this what it's like to be normal? To not have any worry about creatures that aren't supposed to be real? Was this being myself? Is this what fun is? I wanted more tastes of this. Just to get away from all my fears, pains and worries.

After a little jam session with myself, I placed the guitar back where I found it and laid on the bed. I smiled to myself, everything just seemed to flow out of my body and it made me feel amazing.

“You are quite the beautiful creature, m'dear,” I heard a familiar voice say. My whole body went rigid and I could feel the blood leave my face.

“No,” I whispered as I slowly looked at the opposite corner.

“Yes,” He grinned viciously at me. I started to scramble up to get out but he grabbed me before I could even sit up. “No, you will endure what I have to give to you. No one is home, so no one will ever be able to get you out of this one,”

Matt Walst laughed at me as he tore at the clothes I was wearing, he tied me up to the bed, sprawled. There was literally no way I could get away from what he was going to do to me.

“Aww, my poor little pet, I would love to hear your screams for help, but that pretty little mouth will scream for those fucking demons, and I ain't fucking losing you this time,” He gagged me and laughed cruelly at me. “I like you like this.”

I shook my head and tears poured out of my eyes. Why was this happening to me? He grabbed my hair and sneered at me. “Fucking enjoy this,” He then proceeded to fuck me. I will admit that he would be a great lover, but not this way, not like this, I couldn't get enjoyment out of it. I sobbed my way through it, squeezing my eyes shut as he let moan of pleasure out.

What seemed like forever, he finally let his release go inside me. I whimpered. He slowly untied me after he dressed. I was a mummy, not moving, barely breathing, just letting things happen. Raped, twice, how worse could life get?

“Easy little bird, we're leaving, say goodbye to freedom,” Matt said, before everything was a whirl wind and we left the only place that was safe to me.

Of course we arrived at a new home, that was smaller and in a location where it'd be very hard to find them again. I sighed sadly. I'd miss my freedom.

“Prepare yourself for a new life,” Matt spoke quietly as everything soon turned into a bottomless pit of grey and confusion.