I walked back to my dorm in silence. I had gotten tired sooner than everyone else while practicing for the play. I opened the door slowly, light pouring gently through the small crack of the door. I walked lazily through the doorway, lightly pressing the door shut. I knew that it wasn't all the way closed, but I couldn't care less at that moment. I flopped down on my bed, falling asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.
        I woke up to clammering in the halls. Today was a teacher day, meaning that we all had the day off. I rolled off my bed, hitting the floor with a thud.
        "Oww... why would I do that?" I mumbled uncomfortably to myself. I let my head lull over to the side. I was staring at the underside of my bed. I saw my trunk of clothes, dust bunnies, and... something I didn't recognize. It was behind my trunk, making it so I couldn't make out what it was. I pulled my trunk out from under the bed. I attempted reaching it without going under the bed, but it wasn't working. I crawled under the bed all the way.
        "(Y/n)?" Someone's voice. I jumped a little at the sudden sound, hitting my head on the bottom of my bed.
        "Oww... not again... I groaned. I crawled out from under the bed, not bothering to pull the thing out with me. I winced as I rubbed my head, now being able to see who was there.
        "Hey..." Thomas said awkwardly, moving towards me.
        "Hey. I was just looking under my bed." I told him, quickly ducking back down. I heard him close the door behind himself. A strange and unsettling feeling washed over me when he did this, but I shrugged it off. I crawled a little further under the bed, pulling out the strange, unidentifiable object. When I brought it into the light, I instantly recognized it.
        "It's... it's my old guitar." I whispered distantly, letting my hand wander across the black case, remembering the songs I used to sing for my moms. I wonder... I hadn't used this guitar in years. Did it still have that secret song? I opened it cautiously, then tapped three times on the red inside. My secret compartment opened, and the song fell out.
        "What's that?" Thomas asked, subconsciously reaching for the piece of paper. I snatched it away quickly, holding it close to my chest.
        "An important piece of artwork. It's best to leave it alone." I told him, placing it back into it's compartment and closing it up. I pulled out my sleek, wooden acoustic guitar. It was still smooth and shiny, just like I had left it. I pulled my song book out of the bottom of the case, holding it delicately. I flipped through the pages until I finally found the song I was looking for.
        "Aha!" I exclaimed, strumming the guitar to make sure it was actually in tune. It was.
        "So should I go, or...?" Thomas questioned, his nerves getting the best of him.
        "I mean, if you want to." I said, turning my head to him. He simply shrugged. He stood and sat down on my bed, looking at me. I blushed lightly, then went back to staring at my book. I took a deep breath, and used muscle memory to play.

Innocently knocking
Hoping that you'll answer
My dearest brother

If your soul could be pure
Would you trust my tainted heart
My dearest brother

In an instant you were gone
Left me alone with an empty story
Who's canvas will you fill?
Who's world will you color?
Well it ain't mine
No, no
It won't be mine...
Anymore

In my dreams
You're here with me
My dearest brother

I hope to one day forgive you
And let your light back in
My dearest brother

Though you're gone
And I'm over here
I still hold your words
Close to my heart
I hope that you think of me
Now and again

Brother
Brother
Brother
My dearest

In an instant you were gone
Left me alone with an empty story
Who's canvas will you fill?
Who's world will you color?
Well it ain't mine
No, no
It won't be mine
Well it ain't mine
No, no
It won't be mine...
Anymore

Brother, oh woah my dearest
Brother...

        I stopped playing, staring down at my hands. For a moment, I saw carpet and warm lighting. I could smell hot coco wafting into the living room, and my hands... my hands were so much smaller. Like they were when I was young. They weren't caloused, and my scar wasn't there. That ugly scar. Then, almost as soon as it came, the drifting memory went. A single tear slipped down my face.
        "Wow... that was... wow. D-did you right that?" Thomas asked delicately, sliding down from the bed to the floor. I nodded slowly.
        "T-Thomas...-" I stuttered. I could have told him, but what happened next proved that I shouldn't. I was interrupted by my door being thrown in. The hinges had busted off and everyone I'd ever met fell into the room. For a moment, we all just blankly stared stared at each other... until Thomas burst out laughing. Everyone joined in, coming into the room fully.
        "Wait... my door is broken!" I exclaimed, stopping the laughter. Everyone looked at the door, then back at me, then at the door, then me. Then, as if it suddenly hit them, they all rushed out.
        "Hey! You're gonna have to fix that!" I yelled after them, still sitting on the floor. Thomas wrapped his arm around me and chuckled. I looked away, trying not to let him see me. Then, he lifted my chin to meet his eyes.
        "Y'know... you're really cute when you're all flustered." He jeered, staring down at me with those chocolate brown eyes.
        "Sh-shut up Thomas!" I demanded, yanking my face from his. I couldn't let myself fall for him, I couldn't let this happen all over again, and yet... when I look into his eyes all I want to do is stare endlessly... what is wrong with me?