Vilify a Violin

Chapter 3

Sweat drop twickled down her cheek. In the dark she blinked, and nothing changed, so for one moment she wasn't sure if she did have eyes. Grete Samsa'd never thought her fear of darkness would be triggered so sudden, without an alarm, at the age of 19. She clenched the blanket and tried to wrap herself in, regardless the fact she woke up partly because of heat.

When Grete was very young, when she did not have to officially sign 'Grete Samsa' but only called by pet name, she's scared of darkness so much that she dared not to go to the bathroom on her own. The lamp was far taller than young Grete, and losing sight, she failed to grab the cord and pulled it to turn on the light, instead, she was so scared that her tiny body crouched to turn herself into a comma-shape creature, something with a shell and fangs. She got a strong feeling that as long as any part of the body- limbs, for example, get a bit away from her torso, monster sneaking in the dark would ambush her and bite her arm off. She was caged by darkness, so serverely that her parents decided to left her light on during the night. It was back of the time when the Samsa had little concern fanancially.

It seemed like back of that time, or one or two years latter, Grete started playing violin with a local musican as well as a professor in music school. The man had been Grete's private tutor until yesterday, when the family packed things up and took the train heading sourth. She remembered when she began to play violin, after dinner, the families would gather to listen to the new piece she just learned on class and cheered for her concert. Almost everyone would be on her concert, even Gregor who was at that time, college student or intern in the legal department. She clearly knew that even if Gregor missed the dinner, he would always make her concert on time. His punctuality and sense of caring couldn't be a bit stronger in somewhere else. For one time, father for reasons unknow, had his rage on Gregor, and the disputation hadn't come to cease untill dinner. Gregor seemed exhausted after the a-day-long quarrel, so he locked himself in his room and waited for father to cool down. While father kept on whining when he seated at the table, and there was not a bit release in tension. As a result, Grete thought they would not have the family concert that day, no matter she learned new pieces or not, yet father in turn asked her why she did not play as usual, as if nothing had happened between him and Gregor. She played. When she finished and opened her eyes, Gregor had magically been standing there, beaming to her with kindness and appreciation.

As a grown-up, she looked back at her childhood and each time was amazed my her violin's power . It bind the family together in a way nothing else did. In the music, it seemed all conflicts, problems and worries dissolved, and mixed into sweet melody. Now the bond broken, families had to find they way out.

The dream Grete had was not "horrible" in a common sense but peculiar. She was awake in her dream, or in other words, she had conciousness. She saw things through fish eye lens, being up side down and bent in a large angle. Her limbs were tied. Her teeth chattered. She said to herself to wave her toe, but she failed. The reason, however, was no being tied by strings but a greater fear: she couldn't sense her toe. She was terrified, and in great panic strived to sit up and check what exactly happened to her. She attempt to connect any possible muscle and empower them to take control over the rigid body in order to drag her out. She counted for herself as the muscles got charged. With all her strength and determination, she finally blinked. It's not a common blink. It's a blink involving the corporation of neurosystem, kinetic system and human's faith.

The room was as quiet as always.

So again she blinked, in a common manner.

The room was also quiet.

Was she still breathing? She did not think about that. She's supposed to be breathing all the time as she hasn't fallen into coma. Yet in the room was quiet. No sound. She couldn't hear her breath under the bright light. She could neither feel weight, as if she was afloat.

Suddenly a spiky fear right stabbed into her heart. It was coming. Footsteps; High heels;Slipper; Man in fine flannel suit; Woman wearing a camal hat; Kids jumping cheerily; Violence; urgency; rebel; Strike; Strifle; aid; savior; kindness

DONT COME IN DONT COME IN DONT COME IN DONT COME IN DONT DONT DONT DONT DONT COMEIN DONT COMEIN CONTN UGJGUCONJG

With the highest voice she shriek, but she's muted anyway. She closed her eyes, and she woke up.

She woke up and immediately touched her face. Her skin was soft and smooth, and her nose bridge was long and straight, typical young Czeche woman. She stubbled to the desk to fetch for a cup of water, something with her reflection. Yes, she was walking, not cralwing. She grabbed things with hands rather than tenacles. She held the cup in her hand and took a sip, as ladies do all the time. The she saw reflection under moonlight. Thank god she had no change. She gave a long puff in relief. Meanwhile she found herself rediculous: who put this in my head? From now, a duality was planted and would insanely reproduce and compete for resources inside her body. Her sensibility vote for the latter, yet what couldn't be overlooked was what under he ego, belonging to her subcontious area.

She failed to go back to sleep after the nightmare, so she watched the sunrise. Her parents were still in slumber, and there's no need to wake them up. The sun was raising, and she sensed something inscrutable germinating.