Jessica ' s POV

Four strings, oak wood, and a waste of my life; but here it was, once again, sitting in front of me. The annoying instrument brought memories back that should have never been memories in the first place.

I looked back up at the woman in front of me. She had introduced herself before, her name was Lisa. She looked to be in her mid-forties; the wrinkles under her eyes and on her forehead adding to the look, as well as her graying hair. I raised an eyebrow, confused of what was going on.

"Why is this here?" I gestured to the object in front of me. A small smile grew on her lips as she began to speak.

"So, you remember?" I rolled my eyes, growing annoyed with this whole situation.

"Why wouldn't I remember the one thing that made me hate my life?" She seemed intrigued by my answer yet looked like she knew what I was talking about.

"Care to explain?" Actually, yes, I do care a lot, I thought, But I don't want the night guys to come back in.

"My parents bought it for me when I was five. They thought it was a good idea for me to start young so I wouldn't yell at them for not making me do anything when I was older." She only nodded for me to go on. I shook my head while crossing my arms over my chest,

"What's wrong?" She asked but her voice mocked her own question. I shook my head once again.

"No, I'm not talking anymore about this." I turned my head so I was looking away from both her and the horrid object. There was a moment of silence, a long moment. Then the woman smacked her lips and adjusted herself in her chair.

"How about this," She leant forward and I slightly turned back, "I will as you a simple yes or no question. You can either answer yes or no?" I pondered for a moment, thinking about what I was agreeing to. It wouldn't matter anyway, she would just get those guys in white suits to comeback and get me anyway.

"Alright," I shifted my attention back towards her and leant back in my chair.

"Do you hate this instrument?"

"Yes."

"Did you ever love it?"

"No."

"Does it hurt you to see this?"

"Yes."

"Do you still know how to play it?" I tensed up at this question. Did I? I mean, I don't even know how long it's been since I've played it, adding on to the years I've been asleep. Wait, how long have I been alseep?

"I'll answer when you answer my question." Lisa raised a brow her lips parting a bit.

"Well, it depends," She licked her lips, "What is the question?"

"How long was I asleep?" Her body froze and, for a split second, I swear I saw fear in her eyes. Then she returned back into character. A small smirk settled on her face.

"It's classified."

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Okay I gave up on this story about two years ago but hey! You guys like so here I am continuing

I got a request from someone saying they wanted a character based off of them.

Sorry, girl, I'm not really at that point in the story where I'm adding characters, let alone basing them off of real life people.

But I'll let you know when I will

Have a great day.