Kiki's earliest memory was playing her violin at the age of three. She remebered she was wearing a slim blue dress and her thin black hair was flipped over her right shoulder. She was sitting in her mother's zen garden and small yellow birds flew around her. To her left sat her grandmother absorbing the music with her eyes closed.
Years went on and Kiki grew tired of her violin. The only reason she played was because it allowed her grandmother to know she was there. She would come home from school and play for hours and her grandmother would nod her head and sometimes tap her foot.
"You make my being blind not so bad," she would say. She would repeat this process until she turned fifteen and her grandmother died.
After the event of her grandmothers death she shut down. She spent her days in a daze, never playing again. That is, not until her mother came into her room one day. She approached Kiki slowly and bent down next to her. "What the fuck do you think your doing?" Her mother hit her hard across the face. "I lost a husband and I didn't piss around this much." Kiki hit the ground hard. She sobbed as her mother grabbed her by her long braided hair and began to drag her out her room. "You aren't going to shit away your talent." Kiki was dragged down the stairs and out the back door to the zen garden. Her mother threw her onto the stone pathway.
How could she do that? Kiki wondered as her mother walked back into the house. Her mother had always been a frail, bony woman without much to her. Was she that full of rage? Her mother returned holding her violin.
"Play." When she didn't answer, he mother struck her in the head with the violin. "Play you little bitch." That night Kiki played for hours until her fingers bleed and her arms crapped. She was only allowed to stop when their neighbors called in a complaint at twelve at night. Her mother was taken to a mental hospital and she went to live with her uncle in New York City.
After years of playing in public places she was discovered and played in an ocestra. Thats where she met Mark, an oprea director. They hit it off and created a family. Everything went rutine until her mother was released and found her. The amount of verbal abuse she took from her mother drove her into a depressionthat she thought music could cure. She ignored everything. Her family, her uncle who had developed altimerz, and herself.
One night her husband tried coming onto her while she was playing. He ran his hand up her leg, exposing her leg hiden by a silk robe He moved her hair to expose her neck and kissed it. "Its late, why don't you come to bed? Its late."
"Not now."
"Come on." His hand was approaching her chest.
"Quit it, Mark."
"Goddammit Kiki!" Him shouting made her stop, but remain cold as ice. "I am sick of this shit! I tried talking to you but you would rather listen to your mother. She is the one who has you screwed up. Its alright you treat me like shit but you cn show the kids some fucking attention! I'm telling you, shits gotta change or I'm leaving."
"Its not."
"What?" Mark asked, missing what she was implying.
She stood dropping her violin. "Shit is not going to change." Behind Mark stood their to girls. "Back to bed."
"But mommy, I'm scared"
"Don't talk back!" She made her way around Mark holding the playing rod. She struck the child across the face. Mark grabbed her by the waist and through her backward. He grabbed the girls and his keys of the coffee table.
"I'll be back tommorow to get our stuff." Kiki looked back were her violin had fallen. It was gone. She searched the room and moved onto the bedroom. Someone grabbed her hand and introduced her to oblivion.
I made this chapter longer than I normally make the chapter that reveil the reason of punishment but it just didn't seem right to say, "She was neglectful." I thought it better to explain.
