The Memory Of a Soul

Alma's fight

Chapter 3: Alma's fight
Alma's just got out of Ophelia Hall there was a little party that Enid made to celebrate the win of Alan poe competition. Alma was actually really happy but the physical contact when the people were dancing and pushing each other made Alma see a lot of memories and she was really tired of that so she got out of the party dorm and stepped into her room, to sadly find all the books and summaries of carnivorous plant and soon her smile disappeared. She was so tired but she knew that she must finish reading the books.

"Please..stop" the boy said with scared eyes "Alma, are you okay?" the sweet voice of Miss Thornhill came in her ears... "You are a Monster!" "Paid attention you stupid girl!" "No one will ever love you, you are disgusting!";"Do not talk!". Alma was sweating and moving, she fell asleep on the floor with all her summaries next to her and a book in her chest.
A little Almas was screaming, "Don't touch her!" her mother yells to her father "You stupid Bich!" he screams, punching her in her face "She is mine and I will make her my weapon so it is best for you to not try to get in my way." Alma was in front of a dead body, the dead body of her mother "MOM!"

Alma woke up with a scream, her hands were shaking and her body was trembling, she cried trying to calm herself, she grabbed her head "Stop,Stop,Stop,Stop" she started to say but the voice and the memory didn't stop. We difficulty Alma try to found her headphones to realize that she left them in the lake shore, and now she start to panic "No,NO,no,no,no,no,no,no," her heart was beating really fast went she fill it, her green eyes start to turn dark.

"No,no, please, stop" Alma said desperate, all her body hurt but she fought again the dark and soon she could feel that it got away but she has no idea for how much longer, so with shaky legs she stand up and go to the door, she would no risk to hurt somebody again so she must to get away the far as she could.

She was still shaking and sweating but she stopped crying, the dark in the hallway made Alma to guide herself by the wall. She walked for 10 minutes and fell to the floor on her knees when she felt the dark again but she fought back and made it to the music room, she entered and closed the door.

Her heart was almost out of her chest but just knowing that now was really far from anyone she could relax a little. Step by step she saw and touched all the instruments trying to lose concentration in the battle of her mind. Alma saw a door behind an old lectern, she stepped close and with her trembling hand moved the lectern of the way.

When Alma opened the door she couldn't believe what she saw, a piano, a beautiful old piano. It was like she could breathe again, she touched the dusty surface and opened the cabin. She was safe.

There were so many feelings inside Alma's soul, she was still fighting the dark, she was stressed, sad, happy, confused but what she really was, she was scared. She sat in front of the piano and with shaking hands she removed the bandage of her hands and with the last fight of the dark, she played the first note.

Larissa was really tired but she had to answer a lot of emails in relation to the continuous murders that were happening in Jericho and the parents were constantly concerned about it. She was really lost in her writing when she heard it, a melody, a beautiful melody.

She stood up thinking that she just imagined the sound but she could still hear the piano, she looked at the clock and it was 4 am in the morning "was that?" she thought, she is sure that it could be anyone because no one in the school has a piano or knows how to play.

The tall woman opens the door of her office and in the dark hallways she follows the sound slowly. The melody was sweet but so sad it was like the piano was in pain and was crying in a beautiful way. She walked until she opened a door and found the music room and in the back of the dorm she saw a little light coming from behind a door. All the things that Larissa would imagine to see, she never thought to see who was playing the piano.