Savannah

That night, I lay shivering in my bed.

It wasn't cold.

I should've never touched that piano, I should've never went into that room.

Music is my drug. Art is my drug.

I'm going through withdrawals.

My bones are cold, I feel an aching in every cavity that can ache.

If I had left it alone, if I had stayed here, I wouldn't be shivering.

I wouldn't be flickering from the past to the present.

I wouldn't be hurting.

I wouldn't notice the gaping hole inside me if I hadn't filled it for that second.

That is why I never sing.

The caged bird may sing, but he is still caged when the song is over.

I'm a prisoner in my own body, I can't get out of my skin. I can't be free.

Hell, I don't know what freedom is.

My door opens during a flicker, so I imagine it's one of my stepfathers.

Idonot-

Flicker.

I catch a glimpse of whiskey eyes.

-Likethis

Flicker.

Whiskey colored eyes pour warm concern on me.

Canyoustop-

Flicker.

His lips are moving, he's saying something I don't hear him.

-thatshowdaddieslove

Flicker.

I think he's shouting my name, I can't tell.

-but it isn't. It isn't and I know it cause I had a daddy once

Flicker.

He touches my hair, stroking it I think. I can't feel at these times.

-mydaddydidntdothattome

Flicker.

There's people swarming me, a light is in my eyes.

-thenhewasntagooddaddy

Flicker.

It's too fast now, the flickers I don't see anything.

-iwillshowyou

-butidonotlikethatthere

Screaming, pain where it shouldn't be

-iwillshowyou

Motherhearsiknowshedoes

-iwillshowyou.

My eyes close blissfully.

Not a flicker in sight.

A wake up, head pounding but overall doing good

A wake up, head pounding but overall doing good. I feel him in the room.

"What the fuck was that?" He asks quietly.

"Nothing—"

"That shit was not nothing! It was anything but nothing!"

He rants some more, but his accent gets so thick I can't understand it. It glided into Italian, and I don't speak that either so...

When he's calm, he bends down, grabs my face.

His breath fans my lips, his eyes hold mine hostage.

"Mi hai spaventato," he whispers vehemently. "Mai farlo ancora, amore mio."

"I don't—I don't know you're saying," I stammer awkwardly.

(You scared me. Never do that again, my love.)

"Il mio cuore batte più velocemente quando sto intorno a te,"

(My heart beats faster when I'm around you.)

"This conversation we're having? Yeah, I don't get it."

He chuckles, I feel it against my lips. I want to kiss his chuckle but I don't think that's allowed.

"È come se volesse uscire dal petto, nelle tue mani. Se ti darò, lo farai?"

(It is like it wants to jump out of my chest, into your hands. If I give it to you, will you break it?)

His eyes search mine, obviously looking for an actually answer. I know he asked a question, but I don't know what it is.

"Mkay, this is multiple choice or yes and no?"

"Sí o no, amore." He smirks.

I understood that.

Context clues, people.

Context clues.

"Umm...I'm feeling like no should be answer, so I don't wanna say yes and then agree to something. No."

He rests his forehead against mine.

"Per favore non fai cadere per te. Non voglio. Non voglio cadere per te."

(Please don't make me fall for you. I don't want to. I don't want to fall for you.)

"This whole entire convo we just had, lost on me. Completely over my head."

He laughs again, his boisterous laugh, the one that echoes in your mind for while after he stops.

"You are special, Kitty. One of a kind, yes?"

I shrug. "I guess so."

"Give me your lips," he leans down. On instinct I lean up connecting us. Softly he whispers a kiss against my lips.

"I have work to do, but we will have a talk about your little adventure, hm?"

I nod shyly, watching as he sighs somewhat sadly, pressing a lingering kiss on my lips before walking out the door.