The old man sat facing the piano, gazing into oblivion. Thomas pressed the dusty keys, creating his source of life, gathering his thoughts. He was alone in a pitch black room then suddenly his eyes opened to see.
A cold chill shivered down my spine as a recent memory came back to me. I knew something was on its way and coming here; cometh of my dearest companion- somebody so close to me . Somebody I once loved but has been extracted away from me. The memory came before me: blurring, hovering and confronting me. Recognizing her I smiled. She pressed the keys playing the same piece ; playing the most wonderful piece. It was a truly special lady- my wife. As she played her last note I felt her warm lips pressing against me cheek. She disappeared.
He got out of his memory starting to feel alone in the same room as something dreadful came to him, something tragic. He suddenly felt a flash of guilt, knowing that he had to face something evil. Knowing that he had to come face to face with the devil inside. A fear painted his face as his world up side-down. He started to play faster.
Something began to come to me but thinking about it I would say It wasn’t a pleasant memory. It was a memory about the war, working as a medic. A of sorrow.
Suddenly, I saw it . Eventually I heard it. But who was it?. Bang! went a noise like a lions roar. Who was he? I said Instantly realizing I had a gun! “Get down!” shouted the same man standing next to me. “Who are you?” I said to the man quizzically. He pulled an unknown face which I couldn’t tell if its I smile or a frown. “Cover me” I prepared my kit ” I’m ready”
” you sure ”
” yes “. He went out and I was un-prepared . Before I could blink, Bang! I rushed to the man. He was lieing down with red things- blood all over him I held his hand hard remembering who he was ; how much he ment to me.
Thomas pressed the keys hard in frustration trying to forget injustice, the mistake, the sadness, the guilt.He suddenly remembered something else.