Vilify a Violin

Chapter 9

Grete looked up, and her sight encountered the comer's, glimmering under the moonlight. It was not eyes of fear or hostality, but a great sense of familarity. The comer's long, smooth hair also gleamed at where it took turn, and under the laced rim of a woman's hat was a face she never expected. 

"Elly! " She almost cried out due to great shock, but she refrained herself as doing so would wake up her parents sleeping next door, so she hastily spoke in low voice and with exaggerated facial expressions, "What are you doing here?"

The girl outside gestured her to open the window, yet she shook her head and told her to talk outside. 

She tiptoed to the backdoor and opened it slowly, trying to not irritate the crack and triggered a serious of moaring from the old, heavy wooden door. It was cool outside, so she brought a linen  cloak with her. The light was too dim to see things clearly; she felt the edge of grass scratching her ankle, a bit itchy. The meadow squelched as a proof of things happening in reality rather than any dream space. She stopped at Elly, who had already sat on the ground and was waving to her delightfully during her way out. 

"Elly, what are you doing here? It's midnight!" questioned Grete, and reached her hand to the former's forehead, "What's wrong with you? Fever? "

"I'm not sick! I'm here to ask you to leave with me. The entry test for Vienna music school is about to begin, don't you remember? I made a calculation in advance, and if we didn't catch the first train next morning northward, we would miss the interview. Let me see...yes, it takes hours to walk to the train station, and going now it's not to late. When we get there, it's almost dawn. Count the time nevigating in the city and possible delay- though this never happened-in, we'd better get..."

"It's impossible!" interrupted Grete,  who quickly covered her mouth with her hand after realizing her overly high volume and gazed around vigilantly,  "I mean, why in such a haste? I know no one wants to wait for another whole year, but it seems like we have missed the best chance to get prepared. We didn't book anything in advance, and even packing up is an issue for me- Can't we wait, or just take it as extra time for us to do more practice? "

Hearing what Grete said, Elly put her rim a bit lower and sighed. Then, in an inorganic voice, though trembling, she uttered, "No, I can't. I must go. Maybe you can wait for your best performance, Grets, but for me, it's not the same case, not at all. To me, this is 'now or never'. Guess you've already met Heisenberg Jr.? That guy always in suite. "

Grete nodded, and not until she asked anything, Grete resumed, "Tomorrow, we'll be engaged. Surprised? Ha, it really surprised me a lot. " When she said this, Grete vaguely saw her teeth had clenched, but she's not sure, "Grets, you see, how could they do this to me? I told them thousands of times that I would not marry, no matter the guy's rich or not; I don't care. Each time I mentioned it, the quarrel began. They contrived to change my mind with any method available, some of them- Oh, I don't even wanna talk about. But each time I gave exact the same answer: No, I don't want to marry; I want to be a sololist. When the Heisenberg arrived, I said the same thing just to save them some meaningless efforts, and you know what? -They compromised, yet..."

She took a deep breath to retreat her composure, and swore, "Traitors. Stab me on my back while saying 'for my happiness', ha!"

"Sorry to hear that. It's...too much for anyone to be treated like this. This is deception," replied Grete, trying to calm her down, "but as a friend, I don't think it's a wise choice to risk..."

"So what you are saying is I should stay and witness them deprived of my freedom tomorrow? Is this what you wanna say, Grets? "

"Well...not what you think..."

"Then what?", She raised her brows, "Also, you did tell me you want to go to music school and stuffs like 'sheer your own fate', so you would not be turned into a bug or something like that. The chance's come; I see no reason you let it go from your hands. -Oh, plus, if you are worrying about me, then you should come. Otherwise how can you make sure I'm safe all the way, right? "

"Indeed, Elly, I don't want anything bad happen to you, and yes, I want to go to music school with you. Together, both of us.  The thing is, however; If I'm gone, no one's gonna take care of my family. Now I'm the pillar, no matter what I think, that's the fact. I, I just, there's no way I can..."

"Enough," broke in Elly, "Thank you miss Samsa, I appreciate that. Now I get your point. Totally understand. I once thought we were the same kind, but not it seemed I was wrong. I belong to freedom, and you belong to your family, and that's your fate. "

"You can never get rid of it, not even think about! Of course, it's nothing to make a fuss about if some day you woke up and found yourself being turned into a bug, a cockroach or whatever disgusting stuff. Afterall, you are Samsa, and you have no self, just like your poor brother. Hm, lemme guess, you discarded him since he's a giant horrible insect only causing trouble for the family. To be specific, you killed him but lied to yourself that you slayed a monster. " 

Silence condensed in the cool air. Eventually, Grete spoke in a low and hoarse voice, and every syllable was squeezed from the deep of her throat, "Mind you own bussiness. Instead of reminding you potential risks as a friend, maybe you want me to bless you to topple over from bridge and drown. Then sure, drown yourself if you like; I'm not gonna stop you from pursuing your freedom. "

Leaving these words, Grete banged the door. She buried herself into the blanket. The wind was whirling passing cedar trees.