The tale of being alone

The sunlit room that ought to look bright and cheerful looked dark and helpless. A black grand piano in the center of the room. A small girl sat at it, her hands folded neatly on her lap. She was forbidden to touch the piano without her grandfather’s consent. Her long sandy hair in two braids lay on her dark blue dress. She stretched a timid finger towards the starch white keys thinking maybe grandfather wouldn’t hear. Her finger hovered merely an inch above the key, the whole house silent. She let her finger down and the sound of the key exhilarated her. Soon both hands were on the piano and the sound rang through the house. The girl was lost in her own music. She was in her own world where the room was as bright as could be and she had parents and she was happy. The slam of a door took her out of the dream state. She looked up fear in her bright blue eyes, fingers still partially pressing down the keys. Her grandfather stood glowering from the big brown doorway. His gray hair a mangled mess and he walked towards her, his dress shoes clacking on the dark wood floors. The girl shrunk away from him, hands off the piano. “Did I hear…music?” He asked his voice harsh but barely above a whisper. The little girl sucked in a breath and shook her head no. “Really? Because I was quite sure I heard a piano.” He said advancing on the girl. “No Grandpa.” The girl whispered her head hanging. “Keep away from it!” The grandfather bellowed and left the room slamming the intricately designed door behind him. The little girl feeling shaky and hurt sat down next to the window and looked out to the gray skies. Not a spot of blue. She pressed her small pale cheek against the window as tears slid down her young face.
The girl slowly undid her braids, tugging the hair free. Her hair now blew waving as wind gusted through the old house. She looked back at the piano, yearning to play it. Her heart beat was that piano. The thing that would keep her alive. Her skinny pale arms hugged herself against the draft and she went to sit down on the piano bench. She rested her right foot on the pedal and slowly placed her fingers on the keys. Softly, she played each note. She began to make herself think that if she hit the note too hard it would shatter. The haunting song whispered through the house like a spirit. A maid bustled in and shooed the girl to her room. The girl sat down on the light blue canopy bed and sighed. Her heart beat to the haunting song still ringing in her ears. She was no longer alone.