Chappie 2: Unexpected

I had gone away for camp after that because I wanted to forget that awful night. I had taken up piano and went to my tutor's house for 3 months because my parents thought it would be best.

When I returned, my mother looked as if she had swallowed a watermelon whole. "Lily, you will be a big sister within the month! Isn't that exciting?" I ran up to my room crying and fell asleep to the sound of rain and wind.

I didn't go back down for breakfast or lunch; our maid, who was my best friend, came up to check on me. "Is everything alright miss?"

"No! Everything isn't alright. In fact, it's all wrong!" As a child, I had wonderful communication skills. Everyone said I was sophisticated.

"I know the baby is something you'll just have to get used to Lily. I had a little sister and she was the best thing that had ever happened to me and my family." Meg always knew how to comfort me...but this wasn't helping at all.

"But my parents told me that I was the only one for them."

Meg looked empathic towards me. "I know but things change sweetie. You'll be great at it."

I never thought I would but I didn't go down for diner either. My mother tried to come in the door but I rushed over to lock the doors. I hate her.

"Lily? Miss Lily, wake up." I arose to the sound of Meg's voice. "You're mother just went to the hospital to have your little...um...brother or sister."

"Well, I don't want it!" Meg had fixed a bath up for me in my personal bathroom and I went ahead and got in it.

"Lily, you're getting ahead of yourself. You don't even know if it'll be as bad as you think." I blocked her out; I went under the water and stayed there for a long time. Meg finally came in and saw that I had almost drowned and rushed me to the hospital.

My father saw us and asked what had happened and demanded that we went home because I was breathing just fine. That's not what the doctor said. I was rushed into the ICU and was put on air. It hurt but I knew it was making me better.

My mother came by but I didn't talk to her. I never wanted to see her again. She had brought the baby as well. It turned out to be my new sister but I could have cared less. I turned over to avoid all contact with her and I heard her start to cry.

When she left the room, another visitor came in. It turned out to be Meg. "You know, you handled that better than I would have. I probably would have given her a mouthful of words." We both started to laugh but mine laugh turned into a coughing fit. It ended soon though.

Meg had a talk with my father about my behavior towards Rose, if that's what you call it. Meg fought for me but, in the end, lost the battle. My parents weren't so nice after all.

The following months were not what I had hoped. 'Rose' had cried every night and she had been placed in the room right next to mine. Mother and Papa said that that was where I had slept but I argued the case; I didn't have an older sibling that could hear it either.

'Rose' had taken all my parents undivided attention while me and Meg had taken long walks in the backyard and we fished and swam and...it was fun. My parents said that they wished they could be there. I doubt they meant it.

My eighth birthday was quickly approaching and Meg had gotten a raise from mother and father and she had been saving up for this gift for a long time, she said. So, on my eighth birthday, my parents had given me a sketch book and drawing tools that I "couldn't have been more happy with," (I was a great actress) and Meg had bought a baby grand piano for my bedroom! I was so excited! I ran upstairs and started playing a simple song. It was Moonlight Sonata. It's filled with such emotion and melancholy and...I loved it. I got a clapping from behind me; it was my partner in crime, Meg.

"You play lovely dear," she said in her British accent. I taught her a little and she loved it when I played. She said, "Only great musicians understand the piano. You are obviously one of them."

I got thinking to the night when I saw that little boy chained up in the cage at the fair; he looked so helpless and...lonely. I wanted to rush over to his side but he was gone the last I saw him.I hope they didn't find him an hurt him. Or worse...kill him.
Mother and papa had hired a private coach for me and my piano. We practiced everyday for an hour and a half and then I continued to play but my mother said that I needed to stop and learn how to take care of my little...whatever their called.

I yelled at her and said no and then she slapped me. I ran up to my room and packed my little suitcase with my nicest dresses and a sleeping gown. I put on my pair of shoes and waited until the house was still. I left Meg a note, saying how much I loved her and left the house. It was raining, again, outside and my suitcase was much too heavy to place above my head. I remembered I had paced my hat for the only dress that needed one to accompany it and it did the job perfectly.

I walked for, what seemed to be, hours and then I finally reached it; The Opera Populaire. It was even more stunning in person than in portrait.

I walked up the few step up to the main entrance and I knocked on the door. No-one answered. I knocked again and someone came running in. "Hello, little one. May I help you?"

I started to cry and she hurried me in the grand foyer. "What's the matter?" She was the ballet mistress and I just ran into her embrace. "Are your parents here?" I shook my head in a 'no' motion. "Oh. Ok, well, do you need a home?" I nodded 'yes' this time and she got me a cot and a pair a point shoes. "You'll have to come to practice tomorrow." This was awesome. I was becoming a ballerina and lost my parents. This was great.