• This is a story, a story of a girl. This girls name was Madeline parker and she played the violin. Madeline was a girl of great fortune- that is- till it came crumbling down; Betrayal, lies, backstabbing, and the TRUTH. Like a broken record the memories keep playing themselves over and over. With a tear streaked face she drew her bow, placed her violin in the right stance and played. Soon her tears became anger, wrapping itself around her as a red smoke. She first lost control of her beautifully shaped hands and begun to stroking not with elegance, but with short and hard strokes of wrath. Next came her feet which were quietly still before but now were kicking and lashing at everything around wanting vengeance. The red smoke swirled in appraisal, smiling that wicked smile. The left foot violently kicked down the picture on the little white table, sending it to the floor who happily smashed it with thousands of glass shards to cover it like a sharp blanket. Madeline became aware of what was happening but no longer had control of herself; Just like before she had no say in anything, had no control. She found the smoke had not yet reached her precious pink full-lipped mouth and begun to wail. Now agitated from being beat, the red smoke sped up and hurriedly took control of her mouth. It turned the sorrow filled wail in to a hate filled scream. IT commanded Madeline feet to dance around the room. It commanded her waist's muscle to make great painful spasms as a delightful surprise for Madeline. Hurt, betrayal, lies; all were being played as a film in Madeline's head. Has her anger against those that hurt her caused this? She wanted to shrink away and be the coward that she was. She wanted to give in to the awful red smoke and indulge in the rage it fed her. "No!" she decided. Even though the wounds were fresh gashes she dived in and reviewed over them. Mother and father were sitting in the room playing dolls with her when big brother and sister walked in. Both had one hand behind their backs with a scary and wicked face. Slowly they walked in, each taking their free hand and curling all the fingers except the ring and pressing it against their lips. Madeline was confused. What's going on? She had never seen them like this before. The auras around them had an indescribable evilness to it. Mother and father felt the presence of their older children and turned around with sweet and loving smiles on their faces. "Hello Fallin" said father to big brother. "Hello Elaine" said mother to big sister. Shock then understanding placed on them. Fallin and Elaine raised the kitchen knives and had psychotic gleefulness on their expressions. So fast it was a bur, they begun to stab OUR parents. I hadn't noticed it, but father and mother turned around with their backs toward them trying to protect me. My ears were full of screams and yells of pain. Mother's eyes were rolling to the back of her head, father was scrambling trying to get us away from them. They just stabbed and stabbed and wouldn't stop. Then they did stop; as did our parents. Blood was gushing out from the wounds and my siblings started by laugh. "that's what you get!" they said simultaneously. Madeline came back from her swim of the past and gained control of her mouth. " I forgive you!" she yelled. In her heart, she truly forgave what her siblings did to her life. They ruined it but she was OK. "Anger leave me for I have peace in my heart and forgiveness in my soul!" the red smoke vanished, never to be seen again. Madeline looked at her surroundings and cringed. She couldn't believe that she had done all that; even I it was caused by anger. She took her bow and then began playing again. This time it was a beautiful melody which she had never heard of before. Her lovely fingers gently held the strings as her bow graciously gliding over them with joy.