The Piano

 A/N   An apology. Because this story probably has multiple grammar mistakes.  Or any information that I have gotten wrong.

17/12/15 A/N I am currently in the 9th grade I decided to look back at this sad, terribly written story that has a shity, confusing, werid, plot story. This author note was added in now to expand my shity A/N. I will leave this story up to remind my self how my shit my grammar was back then. So if you want to still read this, go ahead, to be honest I don't think it was that bad. Once (if) you have read it i hope you can sorta understand where the story was going. 

Now to the story.....

I walked towards the piano that is painted in a stunning turquoise blue. And the sun that peeked through the curtain giving the piano a warm, bright feel to it, as if the sun was giving it a spotlight. While the rest of the house was dark, dull, and had no life. I stared at the fine china that was set on top of the piano. Admiring its beautiful detailed patterns of bright colors and lines draw wonderful and the flowers was drawn beautiful. I realized that I have no memory of how I got here. But I push the thought aside as I took a seat on the comfy mid-sized stool that was provided with the piano. I lay my fingers gently across the keys as if it were going to break into a million of pieces, not wanting to mess up this fine instrument. Once playing the first few notes of "Chopin Nocturne No.12 in G major" knowing it's in good condition to be played on, I finished the rest of the song enjoying its soft sound created by the piano.

 After the song was done. I had shivers going up my spine and as I breathe out a white puff of smoke appeared in front of my mouth. The puff that can only be created, well when you're in a cold temperature room or out during a cold day. 

 I felt the presences of another person in the room. I glanced around the room only to see a ghostly like figure of a women five feet away from me. The women seems to be in here mid 20's brunet brown hair flowing down below her chest. And she seems oddly familiar. She whisper barley a whisper but I was still able to here.

   "Play another song, it's beautiful." She says walking closer towards me.  I can't help but question her.

 "What is your name?" I question in a polite manner.

 "My name is Isabella," Isabella answer. There is still something that is familiar about her.

 "Have I met you before?" I asked, but all Isabella did was smile.

 I turn around now facing the piano. I played another song by Chopin Nocturne. This one is No.8 in D flat. I don't know why I played that song. But something in the back of my head is telling me to play for its someone favorite. Once the song is played I turn around to see that Isabella is sitting really close to me. I jump away from her scared of what she can do.

 "Oh, you don't remember me." Isabella says disappointed. "Don't be scared of me Nicolas"

 "Why should I not be scared?" I challenge.

 "Because you love us."  Isabella replied

 "Who is us?"  I asked again

 "Iris and me."

 "Who is Iris?" I asked curious.

 "Your daughter." And once she said that a young girl appeared, she is about 5 years old.

 "Hi daddy!" Iris says running towards me to hug me. I pulled away from the child and I glance back up at Isabella.

 "I never had a child nor did I get married "I say confused. But I know these two people but I don't remember them.  I stumble back still staring at the two person. My back hit the wall hitting the plates. And then it hit me.

      Two weeks ago...

"There is a recent car accident today. A mother and her 5 year old daughter die from a car crash from a toxicated diver. "The lady from channel 5 say." But the toxicated driver still lives. "

 I realized my wife and daughter Isabella and Iris didn't came home yet from daycare.

-Ring Ring -

 My phone was ringing. The caller id was unknown. I still answer.

 "We are sorry to inform you this Mr. Dortan but your wife Isabella and Iris Dotran are in the Saint Mary's Hospital and they are dead." The lady says from the hospital says.

 This can't be true. They can't be dead.

 I grab my coat. Grabbing my keys and headed straight to my car and I was off my way to the hospital, paying no attention to the stop signs, traffic lights, or the honking's from other drivers. All of my attention was for me to get the hospital and them telling me that my family is alive. Running towards the entrance I was to ask to slow down, but I did not care. I walked up to the front desk catching my breath. "Where are they?"

 "Sorry sir but who are 'they'?" The reception lady ask.

 "THEY! Isabella Dortan and Iris Dortan!" I said

 "Okay, how do you know them?" The lady ask

 "I am Isabella Husband and the father of Iris!" I said getting angrier.

 "Okay they are in east 703 3rd door to your right." The lady said.

 I was outside their door. What if they are really gone? I open the door slowing seeing two beds. Walking towards the bed on the right seeing my daughter with cuts and bruise all over her body and the heart monitor not beeping. Holding her tiny hands I cried. My iris is dead and she didn't get to lived her life. She didn't get to finish kindergarten. "I am so sorry Iris. I am sorry, I am sorry, I am sorry. I love you so much and I will still love you." Wiping away my tears from my check I walked over to the other bed seeing my wife. My wife that is no longer living. "I am so sorry. It should have been me to die not you two. I love you so much Isabella." The door click. A nurse. She saw me crying.

 "You should know that your wife is in a worse condition then your daughter was because she tried to protect her and her last words was 'Is she alive? Tell him I love him.' And I am guessing that "Him" is you. I just thought you should know. "The nurse says.

 "Thank you for the information, I hope she knows that I love her deeply." I said

 "By the way it's time for you to go. We have to carry he bodies down to the morgue. And have you sign some papers."

 "Can I stay here a bit more?" The nurse nodded and left the room. That "Bit more" time turn out to be hours till the sun rise. I signed the papers the nurse left. And I walked out of the hospital.

 That week was hell. The funeral was way terrible. I cried and cried. I and had a thought stuck with me when the sun rise the day I stayed at the hospital 'What is the point to live when everything you love is gone?'

 The week after the funeral I couldn't take it no more. I walked to the spiral stair case in my apartment the top floor with a long piece of rope. Making a knot on the lamp hanging above tying the rope around my neck. Tears coming down my face. I will see you again soon. I jumped. I felt like I was flying untill I felt the rope yanking me back from my neck. Everything went dark. I died.

I remember everything.

I cried. I have my family back. They are back. We are reunited. We can be happy and nothing will tear us apart.

 They explained to me why I look alive. It's because I die all of sudden and I thought I was still alive. They thought they were still alive till they saw me in the hospital crying over there body.

 I walked towards the turquoise piano and started playing the song my whole family enjoy Chopin Nocturne No.8 in D flat

 We are reunited. Back together. Besides, The Piano.