One Week to NaNo: Quick Writing

Writing Prompt: 

Pick a random song and write about the story you think of when you listen to that song. 

Due to the... weird song choices of mine that I may or may not be embarrassed about, my song will remain completely private unless someone in the comments guesses it! Until then, here's my prompt! Write yours in the comments, or put a link to your blog post in there instead! 

I closed my eyes, just for a moment, feeling every emotion pulse through me. Everything, from the comments they had made towards me to the cruel reality of my entire family being separated. Some how, those keys struck a chord with me. As my leg pushed into a tendu and I plied in a second, a tear fell off my cheek.

If the rest of them were watching, I wouldn't care.

As the sad part of the song laid a heavy beat, I made my movements sharper, hitting each beat and sending my body into a subtle shock. It felt sore, heavy. I thought about my core, and remembered every someone had mentioned that I wasn't skinny enough.

As the quick part came through, I started moving faster, hitting each strong note, feeling through the song. I remembered my father, and made connections. The small summers I was given to go see him, the good times we shared. As I made transitions throughout the song, I remembered the ice cream we shared, the lemonade he had given me, the time we had spent together. I stretched into an arabesque, pushing myself--remembering that he had always pushed me, even though we could never spend that much time together.

It made me wonder. How could he have seen me, year after year, watching me stay the same, yet always growing older--dying. Why was I living? It seemed so unfair. I stayed at that stupid camp, never growing older because I was supposed to grow up and save the world. Save the world, and watch everyone die instead. And now, my family was gone and I was here.

I didn't realize I was crying--I was too busy dancing, pushing myself. Walking through the beats, dancing with the gentle melody. Forcing my body to endure another step. Forcing my being to remember what I really was. So many memories, all coming alive in me at once. I felt a hand on my hip, and fell into it, forcing my legs up and wrapping my arms around the person--him. As our eyes met, I landed the lift. He didn't look like he was expecting it. Then again, he didn't know I was a mute.

I slowly forced my being to finish the movement, and spotted all of them at least once. They would know me, entirely, soon enough. And in the end, I whispered:

"I am yet again."