Chapter 12: A Letter
Gina began to tip toe up the stairs. She stood silently in front of Dia's bedroom door. She raised her arm and knocked on the door just barely loud enough to hear.
"Come in," was Dia's simple response. She was building up another set of walls, stronger than the ones that had just been broken.
Gina took in a deep breath before entering the maiden's room. Gina is a nervous person by nature, but Dia's unpredictable personality makes everyone around her even more nervous. She opened the door and saw something all too normal. Dia was, sitting on the towel reading another one of her books.
"What is it, Gina?" She asked in her normal tone. She had already regained her stately composure.
"I was just wondering how you were feeling…" There was so much more she wanted to ask her.
"I am fine. Why must you ask such silly questions?" Her eyes started skimming the book in a faster motion.
"I'm worried about you, Dia." Gina looked away before she continued, "You've been acting very…moody, miss, and I hope that that boy isn't the cause of it."
"No, no, it's not his fault, I assure you. Please, don't worry about me. I worry enough about myself to have anyone else worry with me. Now, I must practice." She wanted to hug Gina, but she couldn't…something held her back.
"Oh, and before you go, there's a letter from you." Gina handed Dia the envelope. "Goodbye, Miss!" She left the room and walked down the stairs.
Dia walked out her door while carrying the letter. She went across the hall and into another room, turning on the light. Luckily, this room was not damaged during the storms. Inside was a beautiful marble piano right in the center and on top of it was decorated with several frames holding memories frozen in time. Happy faces beamed like a ray of sunshine from the frames and provided warmth for Dia.
She pulled out the small, armless piano chair and sat down upon it gracefully. She opened the envelope just enough to pull out the letter. She began to read the letter.
My dear daughter Dia,
How are you doing? I understand that you will have to move sometime before spring. Your room is just the way you left it here, so you can move in with me. I have already enrolled you in dance and piano lessons. Basically you're all set to move in.
I have been doing wonderfully. My partners and I have had such luck with our last few plays. All the tickets were sold out and the people rave about them still. The house is as beautiful as ever. Life has been great now. It will be perfect when you come.
From,
Your father
After reading the letter, Dia placed it on top of the piano and started playing. Her fingers danced carefully over the keys. As time went on, the notes in the piano book started to blur. She started to hit the wrong keys and her fingers slowed down.
'Get a hold of yourself,' Dia thought as she paused completely. She was too late, a single tear fell.