The Strings of a Violin

7. Mariya

My dad pushed me back and forth on the swing set like a child. It was sunny out and a warm breeze tossed my braids around me. My dad had found an old white dress and gave it to me to wear since he said I was his "Little Angel". The sun reflected off of my porcelain pale skin which coaxed me into taking off my shawl for the day.

"I'm glad you're back pumpkin, the house was way too quiet for me without you," my dad said leading us through the orchard after he decided he needed a break from pushing me back and forth on the swing. "Grandpa says that the family horse has been missing you Mariya."

"Are you sure it isn't just grandpa that misses me, dad?" He laughs and I look around at all the fruit trees from pears to apples to oranges. "The name of the horse is Rose, right?" I asked holding onto his arm afraid that if I let go I would wander off and get lost.

My dad was tall and handsome in my mind. He didn't have a mean bone in his body either. At six foot one, he was just a  friendly giant even if he towered over me like a skyscraper just like how Kito did. I had my dad's blue eyes and I should of got his blonde hair too but as you know that didn't exactly happen. But his hair was long and just a mess waiting to happen.

"Look at this one Mariya, this tree has red, green, and yellow apples. If I remember correctly the yellow one's are your favorite, right?" He asked trying to remember anything and everything about me.

I nodded my head at him. "Yeah, do you remember the ones that I don't like?"

"Hm, the green ones?"

"No! It's the red ones silly!" I said trying to tease him.

I reached up to pick a yellow apple from the tree but I couldn't reach it even though it was on the lowest branch. My dad chuckled and grabbed it for me instead.

"Thanks," I said as I cradled the fresh apple in my hands.

"No problem, how about we go back to the house and I make us some sandwiches for lunch kiddo?"

"Okay, sounds good to me dad." He smiled down at me and lifted me onto his shoulders giving me a piggy back ride back to the house.

That night I had an awful dream about the day that they had put me into the mental ward at the hospital.

"Hey Mariya, did you see the recent episode of The Walking Dead yet?" One of my friend's had said to me which I had shook my head no since I was busy the night it was released. I knew she wanted to tell me what happened and she had to bite her tongue to keep herself from telling me all about it.

I didn't get to see it because I was locked up in my room like Cinderella because I wanted to have a little fun with dad. We went bowling that afternoon without my mom and had pizza afterwards. When she found out she flipped and sent me to my room with a beating to my face and no dinner.

The no dinner thing didn't bother me since I had a whole small pizza to myself and dad had one to himself too. Anyways, a girl that used to bully me came over to our table and started to point out the noticeable bruise on my cheek.

She was asking way too many questions and I grabbed the fork off of my tray. (At my school we used real silverware.) I couldn't breathe and I freaked out and stabbed her in the arm that was being pointed at me. The girl let out a blood curdling cry and fell to the cafeteria floor holding her bleeding arm.

At the moment I didn't realize that I had stabbed her with such force that she would of started to bleed. I stood up from the table and walked backwards until my back met with the wall of the room. Slowly but surely I slid down the wall and started to cry myself. I was shaking and yelling things at myself.

The cafeteria was quiet except for the crying girl and myself. I didn't know what I was yelling though, everything sounded muffled and everything looked cloudy. The last thing I saw was Kito standing in front of me with his arm out offering to help me up before I woke up.

I walked out of the house and into the road not knowing what I was doing. It was well past midnight and it was frigid out. I walked up the road and looked up at the sky, the stars were beautiful and I could see all of the constellations clearly. The next thing I knew something was flying towards me and smacked into me. All I could feel was pain, and all I could see was darkness.