[center]Playing usually helped him calm down, now as his fingers flew across the keys he felt nothing but panic. He felt the ice-cold of the rain on his skin and the pain that raced down his body, the laughter echoing In his ears as his fingers continued to dance across black and white keys. 

[i]Stupid brat. [/i] A voice filtered across his mind, his shoulders hunching forward. His eyes screwed shut as phantom blows struck him again and again, the ice-cold of the rain falling into open cuts. The blonde stills and a strangled sound escaped his lips as the memories he worked so hard to bury in his mind resurfaced like a tidal wave. He curled into himself on the bench of the piano, his head tucked against his knees as sobs racked his body. 

[i]Naive aren't you? Sad really. [/i] Another voice teased across his mind, his hands curling into claws as his mind submerges into his past. He can't fight it and really he knows it would hurt if he did, his eyes squeezed shut as he allowed it. His chest ached and a hand reached out to grip the front of his shirt. [/center]

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