Piano Girl

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I don't understand why I'm so disliked and mistreated. Maybe it's because of my hair or eyes. Voice perhaps? I may never know. I constantly hear them spreading rumors. Nothing they say will ever happen. They think I'm a monster all for what, a syringe in my bag? I always carry around a syringe. It's better than carrying around a knife. Who know what trouble I could get in for carrying around a knife. Besides, I've never even used this syringe. It just stays in my bag and never leaves. The only times it's been used is if I gave myself a small prick to the finger as punishment for being hated. They all think I'm a monster don't they. They can have their damn thoughts. Like hell if I care. 

Sure they may hit me or throw me into things. Yes, it hurts. I always end up messy and cleaning my own blood from the floor. Maybe they harm me because I look to similar to my twin brother. He has the same hair, same eyes, same skin tone, nearly the same voice. I must seem like a simple clone of him to them. Even he doesn't like me. The halls are silent. The only noises heard is the soft tapping of my shoes on the hard floor. Here I am, walking towards the music room again. 

This time I hear the soft keys of the piano playing. Who would play the piano at this time. School has been out for hours. It's past dark. Surely whoever is playing the piano is aware of that. I gently opened the door to keep it from squeaking. I don't want to disturb the person playing the piano. I look in the room to see a girl sitting on the seat playing the piano. Her hair shines, reflecting the moonlight. I notice her wearing the uniform I know all too well. She suddenly stops playing. "Well, how did I do?" She turns around and walks up to me. Her hair swaying behind her. She then stands before me. This time I can get a clear picture of her features. She had bright, glowing purple eyes, and soft pale skin. Her voice was smooth and sweet. Almost angelic. 

She then giggled softly. "It's not every day you see a girl playing the piano in a school at nearly midnight." Her soft looking lips curved up in a smile. "W-who.. are you." I asked her gently. "I am the piano girl. One moment I'm here, the next moment, I'm gone." I looked around. I saw nobody in the room. How could she just disappear like that!? Is she even real!? I decided to finally leave the building. I walked slowly home. I couldn't stop thinking of that mysterious girl. Who was she? What was her name? Why was she there playing the piano so late? Dozens of questions went through my head. She was probably my imagination. Then again... she seemed so realistic. Her soft looking purple hair up in pigtails, nearly floor length, trailing behind her with every step. Her scent smelling sweet, She smelled like cherries and roses. What am I thinking. I doubt she even exists.

I then hear glass shattering on the floor. Without realizing it, I had accidentally dropped and broken the syringe I was messing with. The bright pink liquid inside had splattered far across the room. I started to clean it up until I felt a stinging pain in my hand. I lifted my hand only to see blood dripping from it. "Wonderful." I said bluntly. I slowly made my way to the bathroom to get bandages. With each step, another drop of blood fell, leaving a trail behind me. I eventually got the bandages and patched up my hand. The crimson liquid soaked through slowly. I looked at my other had to see it covered in blood too. I let out a soft sigh and shut my eyes. Still picturing that piano girl. I walked out to the living room and looked out the window. I could hear the soft honks of cars below. I looked across the city. The only good thing about my life was my large apartment and the beautiful view out the window. The window stretched from the floor to the ceiling, giving me access to the wonderful view of the lights outside. I then see a drop of water hit the window, then another, followed by hundreds more. Rain. I stepped outside, the rain hitting my arms and bare legs.

My hair gently swayed with the wind, along with the bottom of my shirt. The gentle rain soaked it, allowing it to be nearly transparent. I shouldn't have worn white. The rain felt nice, cooling down my warm skin. I look behind me to see what looks like a person standing there. I blink slowly. I look back to where they were to see them no longer there. My mind must be playing tricks on me. I walk back inside and shut the door. Locking it too. I walk across the soft carpet and sit in one of the two armchairs. My stomach then growls, telling me it wants food. I walk to the kitchen and grab a slice of the cake I made three days ago. I take a small bite and set my plate on the small table beside my bed. I picked up the syringe beside my bed and stared at it. The lights outside reflected off the long needle. The liquid inside was a simple pink liquid created to brainwash anyone who has been injected by it. 

It seems like a small portion of the liquid was used. "Strange, I've never used any of this." I felt the back my arm to notice a small cut the size of a needle. "What! HOW? It was in my bag the whole time! That piano girl! She must have used it on me without me knowing!" I chuckled slightly. I was fooled by that piano girl. I finished eating and put my plate away. Then I crawled into bed where the soft patter of raindrops hitting the window put me to sleep. Dreaming of the mysterious piano girl.  

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