Vy

. “Symphony 40”

It’s the second day I have been here. It is a new town, new life and the whole new world. It is small town in the Northern of Transylvania. Peaceful town, friendly people and as usual gossips and rumors….. But I don’t really care; I’m too busy with works at the moment. But in somehow, I must visit the old occupant. I heard that they died few years ago.

I bought some flowers and I met this young lady. She was standing there in front of the graves. She was a very beautiful woman, I thought at a first sight I saw her. She has a long, curly blonde hair. And a deep brown eyes that always look straight made herself even more elengance. But her eyes were sad, way down inside, this young lady has a confidence needed to be exploded.

- Good morning Ms. – she was very polite, she lowed her head to say hi. A well educated lady. - A peaceful village isn’t – she keeps talking. Then she looked upward to the sky - Just wish that had never happened. - What had ? – curiously I asked. - That day, dark, October night.

It was a gloomy dark night in October. The wind was blowing wildly outside. The sky was dark, it was black dark you can barely see youself. Deadly silence was wrapping everything, except the “Symphony 40” of Mozart. Somebody put their hands together on the song. It was playing in the old house near the graveyard. Everyone was already asleep. Nobody cared about the piano sounds and who was playing it….

It was Jenny. She just turned into 20 a few years ago. Blonde hair, brown eyes, her voice was as sweet as candy and her piano was just heavenly beautiful.

She was thinking of her beloved father. He was the greatest pianist ever in this town but he was killed. Yes, he was killed, by the BRUTAL WOMAN... That is all she could know about the woman that killed her father... Not even her last name. Not even a clue of how he was killed. The only thing she been told it was that brutal woman also plays piano, aalso the” Symphony 40”, the song that her dad loved the most. The song that Jenny had been praticing for years. Every note of the song was reminds her about the memories they used to have. She lost her mother when she was 3. Her father means everything to her. Her first bike ride, their first birthday together, her first prom, his promotion… Now everything had gone. Her dreams also vanished with it. Her dad was her everything, how can she move on with life, how can she lives alone in this cruel world. She hatred. Those people who didn’t find that brutal woman, who didn’t able to help her father to live. Revenge, one word she could think of. Can she does it; can she actually kill a person??? The question was keep floating in her head, until the song ends. She would makes up her mind.

It was 1 AM in the morning already, she couldn’t sleep. She was with the piano the whole night. The glimpse was appearing in her mind every moment. There is nothing she could do now. She was drowning in sadness and despair. What had happened to her father?

Her eyes were burst into tears. The death of her father was hurting her badly. Her heart broke into many pieces, as many as the memories that they had. She was coming up stair, entering her father’s chamber. Her father, he liked the darkness of night, he believed in spirits and ghosts. There was always no light in his room, just a little sight from the white candle. _Oopss! - She shouted. She just kicked something. She looked down the floor, it was a wooden box that he always said to her not to open. With her, there was nothing secret for that momment. Only curiosity that was killing her mind. She didn’t care what her father would think about it. She was opening She was holding it. She could smell the old Gucci perfume that he usually used. She turned the cover over. Dear Diary, this is the story of myself She read it all. Now she understood what happened to her father. “To my dear Jen… This is a secret that I’ve been keep for a long time. I always told you that you are not allowed to open this diary, but I hope that when you’re old enough you’ll understand and willing to open it. It is all about your kind-hearted mother. She had been killed by the BRUTAL WOMAN. And it is my fault. Melissa [name of the woman], we used to be in love with each other. She loved me, but I didn’t. Do you know that before I met your mom, I was really poor? I was just take advantage on Melissa. Things changed since that precious moment, the moment that I met your mom. I realized that she was my only love, the person that I’ve waited for… So I broke up with Melissa. Since then, she became so different. She hated everyone, and me and your mom were not the exception. She punished me by killed your mom, she took away the person that I love the most. Back then, you were my only hope, my only faith to keep livingon this life …..” _ Dad and mom! You can’t leave me alone like this…. – she shouted out loud. The windows were suddenly open. The wind was blowing more wildly, it was empathy to her. Her tears just dropped down. There was just nothing that could heal her wounds… _Melissa, I swear on my parent’s graves I will never forgive you. Not until I lie down, I still haunt you, and put you in miserable, likfe what you should to do with my family …. – She screamed out. She laid her heart out, dead and broken, she cried. Her tears wet her tee, like as if she was in the rain. Her eyes were red, her heart now turned ice cold. Her mind was empty.

The next day ….. She was on the way to THE BRUTAL Woman’s housee. Things were worse.. In her bag, there was a knife that she already prepared…. - Hi, you’re Melissa right? – Jen asked. - Yea, I am... – the woman answered with the low voice. - I’m coming here to talk about my Dad, Mr. Tommy. I assume you know him. – Jenny said, with a mysterious smile, but Melissa didn’t find it happy. A deadly smile. Only her mouth that was moving, her mind now in focus. Kill !!!!!! - Yes, I do know him. Come in – The brutal woman invited Jenny into the house. - You know what, the Symphony 40 was the song that my dad loved the most, I’m about to learn and play it onhis first death anni. It’s coming up next week. I heard that you’re the best in this town. I’ve been praticing, but there are some parts I’m not so sure. I need some advice? – Jen asked nicely. - Sure. –Melissa said

The song begun. When Melissa was enjoying the music. Her eyes shut with her mind floating on the piano. White piano, but been ruined by the red piece at the ends. Blood.

Jen took the knife out from her bag….. Blood was everywhere, on the piano, on herself.. All Jenny could see now was blood. She wondered it was herself, or of Melissa, she didn’t know. She did not know …..

She was standing right there, right after she left the hosue. Without any sound of traffics and people. She was all by herself. Standing in front of her parent’s graves: - Dad and mom, I already did what I have to. I’m getting tired of this solitude. I’ll follow you into the dark, mom and dad. Then we will live together as a family, ok ?

…….. - That’s the story- she said - It’s scared me; it’s a sad story, then what had happen to the girl? Does anyone see her afterward? - I asked her quietly. - No, except one person – she answered. - Who? – whole bunch of question marks appearing in my head… - You. – She answered. And when I looked back, she is gone..