His Life

Since Adam was 4 he’s been playing the piano. His mother made him start and now that he’s 17 she’s constantly forcing him to play and practice like his life depends on it. “Till your fingers bleed” she’d say. It was cruel.

As Adam’s friend you decided to pick him up to hang out so he’d get away from his mother. In the car you grabbed his hand and checked his fingers. “Jeez- be careful. It hurts more than you’d think.” Adam said tensely with his fingers shaking slightly.