Suicidal Music...

(A/N; This is a short-story that I wrote a few months ago, that I really enjoyed writing-it was different, for a competition, which I didn't win. :(. hehe, anyway I actually like what I wrote, and it's not fabulous, but hopefully it's okay. Thta's all for now. P.S; thanks for reading.)

Her delicate as chalk fingers trailed softly against the ivory keys, not portraying her pain in despite to the overwhelming anguish that was inevitably present in her soul. As seconds dismissed themselves, her music became strikingly fast. While she sliced the oak piano's instrumentals, her music became beautiful torture. The girls head shivered as untimely thoughts entered her head, her brunette hair jumped but her grassy-green eyes were hidden behind her pale as snow skin. The music, now at a frantic speed was increasing the girls ever so evident fear but she seemed unaware, but then, her head fell and blood seeped out of the crack, but how could she be dead, if her dreams never came true?

Gasping, she came up gripping her chest, in a manner which would be ghastly to most, but her heart was hurting-for the first time in years. Looking around, it was obvious a battle had gone down, that she had used resistance but against what? A monster. She wasn't in her own bed, but lying on the floor, as if she were just clothes strewn everywhere. Which in some proportion, was slightly true, she was viewed as an object by her captor. That creature was her dad.

Known as only a sexual indiscretion by her father, she suffered tragically. She faced a daily war against herself, as well as the world around her. To most she was a minority, lucky to be living but, she didn't view it that way. Death was the better option, the easier one but she, of all people knew that, life was never easy.

"Lily!" Her body convulsed in anticipated fear, as the sinister voice echoed through the stingy house. She knew a sickly sweet smile would be cutting his face. As his bald head glistened from prosthetic light contained within the house, his rounded-stomach would flounder with his footsteps, but never did that detour him from his destination; her. He always enjoyed the chase therefore he would trickle slowly through the house, opening each door loudly, announcing his location before approaching the room that she occupied.

However today she broke, the numbness disappeared, and she was left with the agonizing misery that instead seeped in her body, as fast as a train. Climbing from the concrete floor, she scraped along the wall, towards the bathroom, where her fate lay...

The razor scraped down her skin, creating nauseating pain but nothing compared to what she felt. And slowly she fell.

The light seeped in through the glaring shadows but not enough for the damaged girl to correct her flawless mistake. The light couldn't save her from the darkness that was trying and succeeding to engulf her. Why? She had no hope left inside, because, after all who are you, alone? As the red, sticky substance enveloped the room, the metallic smell burned but consciousness was fading as were the remnants of her breathing. Her father entered, screaming but she was gone. Forever. Finally, she was happy.