Her fingers danced along the white keys with desperation. A cold wind billowed her black tresses, tossing them onto her pale face mercilessly. The haunting melody echoed around the bare room leaving their traces through neverending echoes. The room was adorned with strings of cobwebs in every visible corner and surrounded by enormous brick walls. There were no doors...no windows...no sign of escape. She was trapped.
She closed her eyes tightly as her fingers continued to play havoc on the keys. The melody was heart-breaking. But she could not stop playing. Her fingers would not obey. It was as if they had a mind of their own. A burst of pain raced through her veins. She had been playing for 19 days now, without hesitance. Hot tears rushed down her cheeks at her helplessness. It hurt... it hurt so much! And all she could do, was gaze upon herself, wishing... only wishing that she could do something to heal it.
Suddenly, she felt red, hot, liquid trickle down her fingers. Blood. Her eyes flickered immediately to her hand gasping at the sting. Her palm was buried with deep gashes and scars. But her fingers ignored the desperate pleas of her heart. They continued, growing increasingly violent with each chord they struck.
And as the night slowly wrapped itself in the arms of dawn, the haunting melodies of the piano were muffled by the agonizing cries of the young prisoner.
She closed her eyes tightly as her fingers continued to play havoc on the keys. The melody was heart-breaking. But she could not stop playing. Her fingers would not obey. It was as if they had a mind of their own. A burst of pain raced through her veins. She had been playing for 19 days now, without hesitance. Hot tears rushed down her cheeks at her helplessness. It hurt... it hurt so much! And all she could do, was gaze upon herself, wishing... only wishing that she could do something to heal it.
Suddenly, she felt red, hot, liquid trickle down her fingers. Blood. Her eyes flickered immediately to her hand gasping at the sting. Her palm was buried with deep gashes and scars. But her fingers ignored the desperate pleas of her heart. They continued, growing increasingly violent with each chord they struck.
And as the night slowly wrapped itself in the arms of dawn, the haunting melodies of the piano were muffled by the agonizing cries of the young prisoner.
Hey Sanjana :)
ReplyDeleteThis is Aanya! I came across this blog through India-Forums :) I absolutely loved the prologue of Broken Melody, you really must continue this soon!! It's intriguing, poignant and heartbreakingly beautiful, really. You're a fantastic writer, do continue soon!
xoxo
Aanya
P.S - You should star this FF on IF as well, if you haven't already!! It's stunning <3
I love this so much!! Please do continue !! I sincerely mean it! Do continue it :D
ReplyDeleteAnd what happened to that FF about the Colorado setting?
Love Mya