Chapter 2: Betrayal

"Gift?" I questioned. Mrs. Thompson ignored me and kept rambling on.
"Oh . . . we'll get books, then you'll play at concerts, they will sell out! You will become famous!!" Mrs. Thompson cried. I had no idea what famous meant, but it had to be good. You don't say ordinary things that excitedly.
"What's famous -" Mrs. Thompson jerked me away before I could finish.
"We have to get piano books!" she wailed. Mrs. Thompson practically ran into her car. When the car stopped we were at a small, red building. My door swung open and wind rushed onto me. I closed my eyes and held out my arms to block the gust.
"COME ON!!!" she screamed, while grabbing my hand. She walked briskly to the front door, me stumbling behind her.
"Mrs. Thompson . . . don't you think you are getting too excited? I mean, I only played a tiny bit, and you are getting hysterical," I said, trying not to be rude. Mrs. Thompson stopped abruptly and turned around to face me. Her face did not look too happy.
"Don't you EVER smart off with me," Mrs. Thompson snapped, "And call me MOM, not this 'Mrs. Thompson', you here me? MOM!" I was shocked at her attitude. I didn't say anything the rest of the day. I was too ashamed, and shocked. Tears fell onto my lip, my face was blotchy and red. I sat in the corner of my unfurnished room. I have gone through many horrible things in my life, and not have anyone to turn to. But now, I have someone I could turn to, and when that someone lets you down, it's more than you can handle. Was I supposed to be this sad?
I noticed something small on the floor. It was silvery and flicked light all over the room.

A knife.

It was a tiny knife, my hand covered the entire handle part. Horrible thoughts flamed in my mind. My entire life seemed to flash in front of my eyes. I had a bleak and meaningless existence. Nobody cared, no one wanted me. It had been like for 13 years.
No longer was this about Mrs. Thompson, this was about me . . .
I lifted the knife above my beating chest, and closed my watery eyes.
"I was never meant to be here, I am invisible to the country, invisible to the world . . ."