The Dancer

She twirled round and round as the music played.

Her body felt like it was floating. Her arms swayed to the lulling tune of the echoing music. Oh, how she loved to dance and let all her worries vanish with little flicks of her hands.

She let it go.

How her parents looked down on her for not meeting their expectations. How her sister always seemed to frown whenever she approached her. How her friends began to treat her differently when they came to know that she was from a rich background that favoured money. How people she didn't know or care come flocking towards her in hopes of getting the fame for themselves.

She let it all go.

All her emotions that she had been hiding, all her anger, all her sorrow, all her tears. She could not feel anything now, just the gentle wind that hit her skin whenever she moved with the grace she always held.

She danced up the stairs onto the mezzanine, and looked down on the ballroom where she had just been moments ago, the rich carpet dampened with blood. She could almost hear her mother's voice as she would yell at her for ruining the beautiful carpet. But oh well, she wouldn't hear it come from her, ever.

Because she was dead.

Her body was sprawled on the carped she loved more than her own daughter, alongside her husband who showed no care unless he had some profit to it. With his lifeless eyes he looked up the ceiling at the fancy chandelier that his beloved daughter had asked for.

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Her sister who had ignored her for almost all her life was gasping for breath as she ran away upon seeing a bloodied knife in her twin's hand. She fled into her luxurious room and locked herself up in her closet, which was filled with rows and rows of all her expensive attires. She pushed her body against the door, trying to stop her loud breaths and keep quite in hopes that her sister would not find her.

She heard footsteps approaching her over the music that played in the ballroom. She could hear her sister humming along with the tune as she came inside her room with a spring in her every step, searching for her last surviving family member.

"Where are you Janice?~" She called in a singsong voice as Janice pressed her palm onto her mouth to prevent herself from gasping out loud. She could hear her sister's footsteps right outside her closet door.

"Found you!"

Janice yelped. The bloodied knife her sister had was now sticking out of her abdomen. She coughed out blood into her hand as tears stained her cheeks.

"B-but why? I'm your s-sister...." Was all Janice could muster.

She did not reply, but pulled the knife out of her sister. The carped soaked up the blood that was leaked from the stab wound. Janice collapsed onto the floor as she heard her sister speak.

"I've done what I intended to do for a long time, and remember, it's your own fault you got into this mess. Goodbye, sister."

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She went back to the mezzanine, as the music filled her senses once again. She hopped onto the railing and spun around, her dress freckled with blood fluttering against her legs. Her feet were barely steady on the narrow beam as she danced.

Alice, her house maid, who thought she could barter with her employers one last time, was welcomed with the sight of the said employers dead, and the eldest mistress swaying on the mezzanine's railing as she entered the mansion. She screamed in horror and backed away as the mistress smiled at her figure.

"Isn't the music lovely, Alice?" She asked as her foot slipped and she fell to the ground. Alice screamed for the second time and ran towards her, hoping that she was alive.

Alice kneeled down next to her mistress and asked her in a frightened voice, "What happened, mistress? Why are Master and Madam dead?". She knew the answer, but couldn't believe it to be true.

Her mistress smiled at her, "I killed them, Alice. I couldn't hold onto myself any longer. They drove you out without a real reason, and you were the only person who kept me sane. But with you gone... I couldn't help it, after everything they've done to me. I killed them. And now I'm going to be free, at last.

Alice cried. "No, you can still live, mistress. Please have hope."

"No, I can't live with the guilt of killing my own family now can I? They did give me a place to stay and food to eat, even though it wasn't as good as what they gave to my sister. It's best if I go with them, to heaven or hell, alone or accompanied. You'll fulfil my last wish, won't you, dear Alice?

"A-anything for you, mistress."

"Dance for me, Alice. Although we couldn't dance together now, I want to see you dance one last time. You have such beautiful skill."

"But mistress, h-how can I, at a time like this?

"The melody is beautiful, and it's getting hard for me to breath. Please Alice, one last time."

Alice could not disobey her mistress's order. With tears flowing down her eyes, she got up and did what her mistress had asked.

She twirled round and round as the music played.

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