Violin

[Zerrer]

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I sit in a dark room. There is no door. There is no window.

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"Good morning, mom," I said to my foster mother.
"Hey. How are you feeling?" She asked me.
"I'm fine. The medication is making it much better."
"That's good. Are you fine enough to go to school?"
"I should be." I said, not really sure at all.
"Okay. Have fun." She said with a bright smile.
"I'll try!" I picked up my violin and my bag, then headed off to school.

I looked around the crosswalk. I had been told many times to look around
before walking through. I looked, and found no cars or other vehicles. I was
walking across the road when I heard tires screeching. I turned and saw a
silver truck. It hit me. I fell to the ground and bashed my head on the road.

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I fall out of my reverie, suprised by an object falling into my lap. I look
at it, and it is my violin case. It is locked by a padlock. I scan my room-
prison yet again. I reach out with my hands, looking for the key. On one of
the walls is a small pebble. I try to pull it out of the wall, but it is
stuck tight. I push it, and realize that it wasn't a pebble at all. It was a
button. And the wall wasn't concrete. It was a television of some sort. It
brightened, and showed a copious amount of static.

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"You have been in quite an accident." The doctor said. He was wearing light
blue scrubs.
"Accident?" I asked.
"Yes, an accident," He responded. "You got hit by a large vehicle, and you
hit your head quite hard."
"Will I live?" I said, grinning slightly. "It's always what people say in
those TV shows."

The doctor didn't smile.

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The static abruptly changes. Now it is a bright light. A blurry object came
in view. It speaks.
"Can you hear me?"
"I can hear you." I say.
"Hello?" The blurry object responds- or rather doesn't.
"I said I could hear you."
"She's not responding."
I sigh. This is a recording.
The television-wall starts beeping.
"Get the cart!" The blurry figure calls. The television dims to darkness.

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"I'll send your mother in." The doctor said.
"Okay." I mumbled.
He left for a few minutes, and then my mother arrived.
"Are you okay?" She asked anxiously.
"Well, I just asked the doctor if I was going to live and he didn't respond."
I said brightly.
"I want you to remember something."
"Sure, anything."

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I wake up to a bright light coming from the television-wall. There is a small
spot of light on it. I walk closer to it, and I see that it is shaped like a
key. "What was that?" I say, just as I remembered asking my mother.

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"What was that?" I asked.
"I said that I hope you get better." She responded, a bit louder then usual.
"So do I." I stated the obvious.
The doctor walked into the room. "I need to ask if you"re on any
medications."
I listed the new drugs I had started this week for my condition.
"That's very. . . unusual." The doctor said. "Why had that been prescribed to
you?"

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The television-wall suddenly shatters. A large chunk of glass, the one where
the key was shown, falls out of it. The rest of the now-broken wall stays
where it is. I pick up the chunk of glass, and I notice that the edges are
not sharp, like I thought it would be. Another thing I notice is that there
is a key, embedded inside the glass. I smash the chunk into the ground, where
it breaks apart, freeing the key. I pick up the key, walk over to my violin
case, and open it. Inside it is a bunch of pictures. I can't see them,
though; It is too dark.

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My mother finished describing my condition to the doctor.
"Is that so?" The doctor asked solemnly.
"Yes, it is." My mother responded.
"Can I have my violin?" I interrupted them.
"Of course." The doctor said. He walked out of the room and came back with my
case.
Eagerly, I open it.

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I'm searching through the case, looking for some source of light. I find one;
a flashlight. Then I turn it on to look at the pictures.
One is a Polaroid of me grinning foolishly. At the bottom it says: "Am I even
human?"
There is another Polaroid of a large group of people. I can see the doctor. I
can see several of the nurses. I can see my foster mother there. I can see a
small dog. Someone with a broken leg in a cast. At the bottom is written;
"Welcome to Charnel Medical Center!"
Another is a portrait of my biological mother. She is wearing an odd dress,
It is drawn very well in watercolors.
It has Greek letters written all over it. I took a few years of Greek, but I can barely read this. All I can tell is my name written on it; Mary.
I look through the rest of the pictures. Most are Polaroids, but they are
blank, like someone took a picture of a bright light. I look through them for
several minutes; all of them are blank except the last one. I pick it up; it
is a large skull. Suddenly, the eyes of the skull burst into flame. I leap
back, and watch as the empty pictures burn. I am able to save the pictures
with things on them, with the obvious exclusion of the skull. I back away
from the fire and bump into a wall. I notice something written on the wall in
something that looks like blood.

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It was broken. The strings were cut, the neck was shattered.
"I'm sorry." The doctor says. "It must have been broken when you fell."
"Fell?" I ask.
"Yes. When you fell off the building."
I remembered getting hit by a truck, not falling off of a building.
I was about to tell him so when I realized something. Maybe he's lying. Maybe
he wants me to think I'm crazy.
The doctor smiled.
That smile is evil, I thought. The doctor is evil. He wants to kill me, I was
certain. He destroyed my violin on purpose.

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"Look at the back." The wall reads. The back of what? Then I realize it meant
the pictures. I look at the picture of my birth mother in the Greek robe. On
the back, the picture looks exactly the same, with one difference; the Greek
is instead in English. I recite it aloud:
"His mother Mary was pledged to be married to Joseph, but before they came
together, she was found to be with child through the Holy Spirit."

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"What's wrong?" The doctor asked anxiously.
You want to kill me! I wanted to scream. But that would only speed up the
process. He would kill me the second I said that.
"I'm worried," I said. That was a normal thing to say, I thought. He wouldn't
realize I was onto him.

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The back of the picture of me says:
"She conceived again, and when she gave birth to a son she said, "this time I
will praise the LORD." So she named him Judah. Then she stopped having
children."

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The doctor stretched.
"I need to go check on another one of my patients," He said. 'try to get some
rest." He left, and my mother followed him.
I looked at the remains of my violin. Inside of it is a small notebook. I
read the first page:
"This is the account of the heavens and the earth when they were created.
When the Lord God made the earth and the heavens- no shrub of the field had
yet appeared on the earth and no plant of the field had yet sprung up, for
the Lord God had not sent rain on the earth and there was no man to work the
ground."
I didn't ever remember writing this. I only wrote ideas for songs and such.

The doctor probably wrote it.

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I look at the final picture. When I pick it up I notice that the picture is
in a frame. "Welcome to Charnel Medical Center!" The writing on the front is
mocking me. Welcome, yeah right. I open up the frame. On the back of the
picture it says a single line, not any of this bible gibberish.
"Do what you think is right."

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The fire is starting to dim now. Then I hear a crashing noise. I turn around
to find a door in the opposite wall. I walk to it and find it is locked. I
try to force it, but it doesn't budge. Maybe the first key will open it, I
think. I look and can't find the key anywhere. Then I remember about the
picture frame in my hand. Intuitively, I pull it open and find three things;
Scissors, an envelope and a key. I use the key on the door and it opens. I
walk through it and faint.

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I wake up in my bed. The doctor is gone. Probably still planning how to kill
me. I grip my new scissors in my left hand. My right hand still holds the
envelope. I open it and find a Polaroid. It is upside-down, so I can read the
back first. "Do what you think is right." It says. I flip it over and see the
picture of the group. The one that had said "Welcome to Charnel Medical
Center!" I notice something that I didn't before. There is a shadow of a
person holding scissors. There is something dripping off of it. I look at the
bottom of the polaroid. It doesn't say anything about welcoming me to this
hell-hole. Instead it says: "Punish them." I push the covers off of my legs,
and I stand up. The doctor arrives with my mother.
"What ar-" My mother was able to say before my scissors stab through her
windpipe.

"Do what you think is right." I crooned.

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Violin:
A very disturbing short story by David E.