The piano sat, old and dusted, in the middle of the room as always. Silent and eerie, awaiting the day that someone would sit at it and begin to play with soft, attentive hands once again. The piano was sad, sitting alone waiting for anyone, anything to come and press its keys. Playing this musical instrument softens the pain and increases the joy; however, when I play it is quite the the contrary. It brings me to my past, constantly being a reminder of my previous life, that which I locked away in the deepest, darkest part of my mind. Never to let go, never to see the light of day out of the box above my neck and behind my nose.
Black and red tiles in a checkered pattern laid under the illustrious piano. The white candles burned a soft blue flame dripping wax onto the black candle holders and onto the floor. The jazz song still played on the gramophone, broken, and staticky. The little Ogre sat snapping his fingers on the chair that was close to the small table. The creature has rather long arms and black fingernails. He has a noticeably long, large nose, and completely white almond-shaped eyes. There appears to be a black mask around his eyes. He also has a wide, eerie smile and sharp teeth.
I walked in the small room through the only door in a black suit with thin white stripes, and a bold red tie. I looked around the familiar room, boredom glossed over my eyes.
Happy birthday to you," The Ogre sang with a smug smile on his face. "Happy Bir-" I looked over at the napping demon of the piano room slightly annoyed
"It's not my birthday" I said very cold and lacking emotion. I was mentally exhausted and the thought of arguing with a red man in a suit was not appealing.
The Ogre ignored my wearisome comment. "-thday dear Souly. Happy Birthday to you!" I frowned when I realized he wasn't planning on ceasing. A smirk crept across his face when he saw I had finally figured it out. "How old are you now, Soul? Aren't you sixteen now? So close to being an adult, yet far from being able to deal with your past like an adult" The red creature shook his head. "At least you have your piano don't you? Or can you not even handle that?"
"I never asked you." I declared getting slightly nervous and realizing he wouldn't let me be for a while. I started walking away not wanting to talk to the red creature anymore, hoping he might just let me go.
"Oh don't go so fast Soul." He hopped up and followed me and grabbed my hand "You didn't even blow out your birthday candles yet!" He pulled my arm down to his level forcing me to bend over. "Come, boy." He said with a smirk and walked me to the table. I sat at the table wanting to leave, but knew I wouldn't be able to until the Ogre allowed.
"What do you want?" I asked getting annoyed.
"Oh no need to be so harsh! You really are an immature child." He chuckled. He snapped his fingers and a white cake appeared. It had small, light pink flowers bunched up at the top with six lit candles surrounding them. The little ogre let it sit for a while then slammed a kitchen knife into the cake and it started oozing bright red blood everywhere and even started dripping onto my pants. I gagged and covered my mouth with my hands at the sight.
"Have you not seen blood before?" The red creature asked with a smirk "I thought you were a scythe and could handle things like that."
The terrible jazz music slowly grew louder and louder. I could feel sweat start to form on my forehead, beading up soon going to roll down my face. My heart was beating rapidly, if I still had one in the cave I call a chest. I couldn't even hear his snickering the jazz grew so loud. The little ogre started growing bigger, he stood up and towered over me until all I could see was his bright white eyes and peerless smile. He spoke but I couldn't hear it with my ears from the jazz, but I felt it in my soul.
"It's over for you Soul, there's nothing you can do. You're all alone, no one will care. Everyone will slowly leave you. You're alone, it's over."
I jolted up with the words echoing in my head. I was once again in my room in the small apartment I rent with my meister. The ogre was my doubts and fears, hidden away deeper inside of me; scratching the inside of my soul longing to come out and expose itself to the light. The ogre was the part of me that would only survive if I did, but still yearned to tear my mind to pieces and pry me apart. I have to get rid of it, so I guess sometimes to stay alive you've got to kill your mind. I close my eyes and let it bury me alive, consuming my mind. Blood ran down it's hands, nearly done, nearly accomplished its goal of seeing blood; my blood. I'm suspended in this futile test with a ruthless examiner watching. Something I won't forget, it's all about my forehead, and how it is a door that holds back contents that makes Pandora's box contents look non-violent.
I lie back down and shut my eyes to sleep. The last smile I saw from tonight's tremor haunted my mind. Seeing the smirk sent chills down my back, I tried to ignore it and sleep but I couldn't hide what I saw lurking in the dead of night. It wouldn't let me sleep I guess I'll just sleep when I'm dead because it seems the dark isn't taking prisoners tonight.
After what felt like years the sun finally came up, still drooling and sleepy from last night. Why the sun is sleepy is beyond me, hell it's a sun it shouldn't even have a damn face. The sun will save me for one whole day, but when it goes into it's grave I won't be safe from the tremors as my shadow grows with my fears and I just can't hide.
I sat up suddenly feeling almost free from the haunting tremors and almost in a better mood. I swung my legs over the bed and slid on my manly bunny slippers. Hey, it's not my fault Black Star thought it would be the most hilarious thing to get me for Christmas last year. Besides, they are very comfortable on hardwood floors, and only my meister, Maka knew about them. Then again, we both know weird things about each other. Another example would be, a few months ago I mentioned how a lamp looked nice. Now she teases me that I have a "thing" for lamps and thinks that's why I never go out with anyone, because they're not a lamp. In all honesty I thought it was that simple.
"SOOUUUL!" I heard the familiar voice shout. "YOU HAD BETTER NOT STILL BE ASLEEP WE HAVE TO GO!" The blonde practically screamed. I quietly chuckled. She was always so uptight about getting to school on time. The manly bunny slippers came off my feet along with my sweatpants and old t-shirt I used as pajamas, then on went the clothes I typically wore. Orange shirt, leather jacket, brown pants? Check, check, and check. Everything was in in the right spot as it should be. I slightly shook my head, that sounded like something Kidd would say. I've probably spent too much time around him, but I don't really care if his OCD wore off on us. The OCD was getting much better, maybe that's where it went; rubbing off on all of us. I got dressed and walked out and into the bathroom to finish getting ready.
Eventually, my meister and I got to the academy and not too long after walking through the grand academy doors we were called to the death room.
"Ah, hello? Is this thing on? I can't tell it's impossible to know if it is or not." Came the familiar squeaky reaper voice. "Oh the light is on? What a weird way to know if the speaker is on... you do not tell me this every day! Anyways, would Maka Albarn and Soul Evans please come to the Death Room? Thank you." Following that was a satisfying click. I looked over at my meister then we walked to the Death Room to see exactly why the reaper wanted to see us.
