This is an imaginative adaptation of a piano's emotions as he was casted off in the suspense of time. (and yes, I specified a gender).
I only write sometimes, please do not hold high expectations. ~
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The room is dark, it gives off an overwhelming sense of exhaustion for anybody who would walk in. If anyone would bother to come discover me, a forgotten piano in the realm of darkness.
Those days were glorious, every day, when the two brothers would come and practice their piano lessons with cheerfulness in their eyes. There was no squabbling, took turns, it was almost as if it was a dream. I still remember…the graceful emotions pouring out into me as they practiced, practiced, and practiced for their upcoming concerts. I wished those days kept on as an eternity…only if…~
But one rainy afternoon, the older brother came into the room, with anger furiously flaming from his eyes. Without further expectations, I had hoped he would calm down while doing his usual…practice routine.
No. That was not what happened. He banged on my keys as hard as he could, I could sense the anger, as if something had been bothering him, as if his soul was trapped, in a room with fire.
I wanted to scream, only if I could ask, "Please stop, it hurts! Please….," as he continued his rant on me…
Just a little less than thirty minutes later, he got up and left the room…without saying or looking back at me, not even a hint of good bye...as he always did.
I wanted to call back to him, "Come back! Please don't leave like that!"…
But he was gone, and I did not see him at all...
Feeling useless, feeling wanted, I pinned my hopes on the younger to come…practice his pieces, play his life out like he used to…
But no one came…
No one…
I am all alone, in this dark dusty room, covered with storage items, forgotten in time…
I stare at the wall, as time passes…for an eternity. Thinking just one thing, "I wish they would come back and play me…Only if I could wish…"
Only if…