There once was a young lass-age 2. Her mother was very strict, the only friend she was allowed was her pet fish. The mother being as stringent as can be forced the child at a very young age to take on the violin so she wouldn't be one of those "idiotic sub-beings" her mother referred to as the toddlers who were given more freedoms. The days passed by slowly... Every day the girl stood by her window watching the outside, almost like a dream to her... her dreams often flooded with the visions of her trying to open the door but all that happened was her mother was on that other side...
Every day 5am woken by her mother...5am to 6am she was brushed, bathed and dressed... 6am till noon she was forced to play the violin.... any mistakes added 5 more minutes to her practice. Anytime her mother needed to go out she was locked up, in a large closet.... often she'd fall asleep from how long her mother would be out.
The girl grew... time passed.... at age 8.... she had enough... Her free will was suppressed long enough... Her need for freedom.... She walked up to the door and started to turn the knob... Her mother shrieked and threw the child to the wall... She stared back into her mothers eyes....She ignored the pain from the wall...no it wasn't the wall, her mother did this... She slowly got up and headed to the door once again... Her mother shook her head... "Do you want to be hurt? Do you enjoy it?" The child glared.... She wasn't about to give up now... The mom threw her back again... her head ached... she couldn't....
She woke up in her bed, staring at the clock.... 8:20 something.... She looked out her window, night. Her mom would be out... "Why didn't she use the closet this time" she pondered... She heard her mom rummaging through drawers in the other room... She realized her mom wasn't out... The violin next to her, that cursed thing... She took it and threw it against the wall just as her mother did to her. A few bits went flying, mainly the body was now cracked.... Her mother suddenly started stomping in the way of her room.... She panicked.... She saw the window.... her mother.... too late... the rest was a blur.... all she knew now was her mom was no longer in charge.... She took her mom's mask off the wall... walking past her mother she picked up the spare violin and started to play a song she made for her fish...
The fish lifted out of their bowl and swam around her, both able to stay alive as long as she played... The water vapor around them circled around the girl as she walked out the door playing.... The sun shown upon her pale skin... She headed off... not knowing where she'd go... but hoping there was more freedom in the world than what there was.... unfortunately.... in the end she broke down from hunger along the path she took, her fish flopped as she lay there... both finally stopped flopping... The girl.... realized that there was no such thing as true freedom as her body stopped completely....
MORAL: Strict is good... but only to a point... Having dreams fulfilled is good.... But only if you know how you're going to achieve the after too...
