No! You must keep to the score! Mother yelled, hitting me with her walking stick for what must have been the sixteenth time that hour. I screamed in agony pain shooting down my spine. Blood and tears streamed down my face, slowly dropping down to the keys of the piano. Again! My hands trembling, I began to play. Mozart was flowing out of the piano, but all I could hear was the clicking of the keys. It felt as though I was at the bottom of the ocean, drowning.
As I pounded on the keys, I began to see a small, weak smile spread across my mother's face. When I was done, I looked at her, searching for warmth, acceptance. But all I saw was the stone cold face that always glared down at me.
Again. Again, Yuri.
I guess I can only hope that she actually loved me.
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The Musician
SpiritualA violin loving girl, a piano playing prodigy. Losing her musical voice, she spirals. Until she met her inspiration. *This story may be inspired by the anime Your Lie in April, so some of the names may be similar. Please don't kill me.
