Although it wasn’t her fault for what had happened, she still felt she was the blame for it. It happened many years ago when she was just a child. But now she is an adult and the vendetta held on strong like a tight noose around her neck. As tears streamed down her face, it collected the dirt and grime that was stuck to her face and landed on the keys her fingers ferociously pounded on.

     She was so focused on letting her emotions enter through the music, she didn’t notice the demons lurking against the cream-colored walls in between the pillars. Their shadowed bodies climbing up from the floor with their elongated limbs and small skeleton bodies and their white eyes focused on her.

     “Etia git…Etia…git…” their voices whispered. Found her…Found…her.

     Standing by the wooden doors were three janitors, two males and one female, dressed in a dark blue jumpsuit with a smile on their face. Their eyes pressed against her body that swayed side to side with the music she played. Each of them questioned who she was and how did she get in. The Theater should have been off limits since the recital finished and perhaps, it was just an oversight on their part. And they were happy about that.

     Suddenly, they heard the rusty gold framed doors open from down the great hall that was decorated with paintings of the greatest musicians the school had ever produced. Each of their attention slowly turned from she who played, to he who set off your flight or fight responses. He was the type of man you would see walking down the sidewalk, and avoid eye contact with.

     With each step he took, his long blonde hair flowed off his broad shoulders that carried a brand new leather jacket he bought only yesterday. His ears tuned into the playing of the piano and ignored the questioning of the janitors who wondered why he was back. Shouldn’t he have been at home by now? Relaxing beside a fire, trying to get away from the cold and death. 

     But he was here. Desperately clawing his way into the theater to get a look at who was playing the music that was chaotic and filled with agony to the brim and was overflowing. It brought him back to the days of his own childhood that he did not care to remember for there was only one word that would describe those days. “Vengeance”.

     The minute he stepped into the theater, the song was in full climax. Slowly he descended, his eyes glued to homeless figure playing the piano. A smile pressed against his somber face. He was thankful that he had turned around although he was nearly halfway home. He realized he had forgotten something very important. A small piece of paper that fell out of his pocket and contemplated coming back for it. But now he’s thankful he did for he wouldn’t have been able to experience and meet this wonderful person.

     Her song came to an end and he began to clap. His clap echoed within the empty theater and her glass green eyes shot over to him.

     “Bravo!” he shouted with a smile.

     Her body, shaken by fear, immediately stood up, knocking the black bench over. With an inhale, she quickly stepped away from the piano. Ready to run away.