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Piano Words
The way it stared at me. A glassy black fog over my doom, my endless waiting for me to join her.
My sister.
She was always there--always, always. I never thought I'd be the one to take her away.
Sissy used to sit by me, I remembered, easing into the piano chair. She'd tell me what I played wrong, what I played passionately, but...I'd never given too much of a thought. Why did it bother me so much now?
My hands laced the white and black keys. I willed them to play.
For Sissy.
Just for Sissy.
It began slowly, softly at first. Then it wound up and down, beautiful and perfect at every measure.
I fell into the past.
"Don't you remember? It's in six eight time, not four four. Play it again."
I sighed, but turned back to the piano. One two three four, one two three four...
And again, I flew back to reality. Sissy wouldn't want me to remember my tries. She'd want me to remember what I learned. How to count time, how to keep the beat steady, how to fly across the scales without looking...
I reached another segment of the piece. Faster and faster I began to play the winding song, twirling inside and out without a second's thought.
"Play for me, little girl. Play for me."
Those words sent a shock down my spine, but still I went on. Because the voice told me so.
"Play, girl, play."
Sissy's voice echoed in my mind. Empty words then, heartfelt ones now.
I played.
"Why now do you play so well? Please, girl, continue. It's beautiful."
Yes, I thought. It's beautiful. For you.
The song was close to ending. I closed my eyes, crying softly. Fingers traced the keys, my eyes too blurred to see any longer.
The final chord struck me.
And I cried for my loss.
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The plot starts when Sissy is murdered when the little girl is playing the same song remembering. Her family moves out, but when she returns a few years later, she remembers what happened clearly. A moving story in my opinion. Oh, and by the way, I just made this up, so I didn't have time to revise. Tell me if there's any mistakes!