Author's note: Please enjoy chapter seven.

Love,

MuseOfLife


The girl sat in her dirty tent with her Brothers and Sisters, watching the storm outside. Storms. She had always hated storms. Storms killed her mother. They took her father. Sitting now, watching this storm…it filled her with hate. How could such a young girl be filled with so much hate; so much rage? The girl sighed resignedly and stood, leaving a swirling dust cloud behind her. "Where are you going Topo?" the Brother asked. The girl turned and stared at Brother. "'Tis none of your business, Brother." The girl stepped out of the tent and into the rain, her clothes soaking through. Her hair fell down, becoming wet and sticking to her face. She pulled out her knives and flipped their small switches, triggering the blades to flick out.

Anger and hatred fueled her, and she was soon running through their camping field, swinging the knives wildly. She ran harder and leapt into the air, flipping without the use of her hands. Flip after flip after flip were carried out perfectly and gracefully. Back flips, front flips, flips with multiple turns. The girl could do all of them.

Finally, she stopped. Staring out into the field, she saw how far away from the camp she had made it. She looked up at a particularly menacing cloud and the passion for revenge burned in her eyes. She fell to her knees in the mud, screaming at the cloud at the top of her lungs. "You killed them! You killed them all! I'll never see them because of you!" she screamed. Only wordless wails followed. She stabbed the sodden ground, slashing it repeatedly. Mud and grass flew about quickly, covering the girl and making her features unrecognizable.

Giving one last scream, the girl gripped the slippery knife more tightly. She pressed the blade onto her arm, dragging it up, making a deep gash. The same fate befell the other arm, and soon her blood poured freely down her arms. "I've done this for you, mother! Father! Have I pleased you?" The girl asked. "Are you happy? Please tell me I have pleased you!" She yelled. The girl opened her arms wide and let the rain clean her of the earth and her own blood. Turning her body back towards the camp, she walked slowly, giving one last final look back up to the cloud.

"Topo! What have you done to yourself?" Drina asked. The girl glared at the woman. "It is my choice what I do to myself Drina. And you have room to speak, you harlot." Drina's mouth fell open. "Such language from such a young girl!" The girl ignored her and walked back to her tent. Brothers and Sisters looked to the entrance when she came in. She ignored them too and went to her filthy rucksack. The girl pulled out a roll of bandages and wrapped them up her arms, ripping the piece off with her teeth. Settling back next to a Brother, she put her arms behind her head and stretched her legs out, crossing them at the ankles. "How are the clouds today, Topo?" The Brother asked. The girl took her knife and flipped it around in her hands, skillfully avoiding the blade. "Stupid, Brother. The clouds are stupid." She replied, closing her eyes. She flung the knife with force, and it stuck in a trunk across the tent. "And I hate them."


Please Read and Review. This chapter inspired by Ludwig van Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata.

MuseOfLife