Breaking the Silence
Edward Nygma sighed softly to himself, sitting down on the wooden bench.
Memories crowded his mind.
Some beautiful; others terrifying.
Too many were of the latter.
Nevertheless, he lifted the lid of the instrument before him, laying his fingers against cool, white blocks of ivory.
"I hear you've been doin' something sissy after school, brat."
it's an instrument
lots of kids play
"You worthless brat! That ain't an instrument! It's a sissy thing! Why can't you do something worthwhile, like playin' a sport with the other kids? Why can't you be like them?"
"I can't play sports, Dad. I can do this! My teacher says I'm good
"Your teacher don't know nothing! She's nothing but a worthless idiot, just like you!"
Eddie shook his head sharply, as if to rid his mind of the memory.
That had been when his father had found out about his after-school activities.
He took a deep breath, reaching a hand up to turn the book on the small ledge to the first page