Just a Reject (Luke Hemmings)

~Sometimes, the things that make your life worth living, are also the reasons why your life isn't worth living~


2. Chapter 1

Natasha’s POV

I sighed as my alarm went off, indicating that I was to get out of bed and to go to school, otherwise known as hell. I quickly got ready, not bothering to make myself presentable, since there’s no point in doing so. I stopped at the top of the stairs, seeing if I could hear anyone. I sighed with relief when I heard no one. I still quietly went down the stairs, just in case dad is downstairs sleeping. I grabbed an apple to eat on the way, and started making my way to school.

As I walked in the school gates, I felt everyone staring at me, as if I was some freak whose life is messed up. Oh wait, that is me. I rolled my eyes at all the people and kept making my way to the music room. All the teachers and students at this school seem to hate me, except for my music teacher. So because of that, I spend mornings and breaks in the music room.

I opened the music room door and greeted Mrs. Jones with a smile. She was really the only person who ever saw me smile. She smiled back at me, and beckoned me over to her desk.

“So Natasha. Since you’ve been such an excellent student to me, I’ve decided to give you a little surprise,” she said, ending with a wink. She told me to wait here and disappeared into the store room. I patiently waited for her, wondering what her surprise might be. Not too long later, Mrs. Jones came out, holding a guitar case.

I stared at the case, confused. Mrs. Jones held the case out to me, grinning so hard it looked like it hurt.

“HAPPY EARLY BIRTHDAY NATASHA,” she shouted, grabbing my hands to put the guitar case in.

“A guitar case?” I asked. What was the point of a case when I can’t even afford a guitar?

She laughed. “Open the case silly.” I slowly opened the case and saw the most beautiful guitar ever.

I gasped. Was this really a birthday present? It must’ve costed so much. I continued to stare at it, gobsmacked.

“Do you like it?” Mrs. Jones asked.

“No. No. I-I can’t take this. It’s too expensive, I can’t possibly take it. It must’ve costed you so much.”

“Please Natasha, just take it, please? For me? I know how much you love guitar, and you’re amazing at it. It’s about time you had your own.”

I carefully put the case down and hugged Mrs. Jones so hard.

“Thankyou! Thankyou so much oh my god this means so much to me oh my god thankyou so much you’re the best person ever,” I sat down, picking the guitar up with care. It was beautiful. I strummed a few chords, smiling as I did so.

“I have some work to do now Natasha, but you’re free to stay here until the bell goes. I’m glad you like my present,” Mrs. Jones said as she left the room.

I thought of a song to play, and a song straight away came to mind.

‘Give me love like her’ I sung as I smiled.

‘'Cause lately I've been waking up alone,
Paint splattered teardrops on my shirt,
Told you I'd let them go,

And that I'll fight my corner,
Maybe tonight I'll call ya,
After my blood turns into alcohol,
No, I just wanna hold ya.

Suddenly, I heard someone else join in.

Give a little time to me or burn this out,
We'll play hide and seek to turn this around,
All I want is the taste that your lips allow,
My, my, my, my, oh give me love,
My, my, my, my, oh give me love,
My, my, my, my, oh give me love,
My, my, my, my, give me love,

I gasped, and covered my face, not wanting the stranger to know who I was.

“you have a beautiful voice,” the voice said. “you really should do something with that talent.” Footsteps were heard leaving the room. I quickly looked up to see who it was. I nearly fell off my chair when I saw who it was.

Luke Hemmings.

The reason I smiled as a child, yet the reason I am smashed to pieces today.

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