From Bloody to Breathless Sisters

She slowly walked up on stage and bowed to the peopledown at the cafe below. Everday she comes here and plays a song sometimes she plays famous song sometimes not, even a couple of times she has played her our creation, but today she is not going to do that. This girl is going to free style this on her our emotions.

The people in the cafe are causing a small riot. Some cheering. some requesting song, and some girls getting on to their boyfriends for some perverted comments about her. She just sits down at the piano and waits for the annoucment.

Once everything settles down the owner of the cafe walks up to the microphone. He acts like he's about to speak but then goes into a vicious coughing fit. After that wears down he's finally able to speak.

He clears his throat and,"Ello ladies and gents, this here is our very own princess-" the girl at the piano coughs and a few regular laugh alittle,"-of music and breakin' mens hearts," some more people laugh,"And she's goin' to play a piece for ya. But this ain't no normal service this time. Our lil' girl, Ebony Blood, if youd wished to know 'er name, is gonna do what she calls free stylin', which is just where she makes it up on 'er own...Anywho-" The owner, Pete, started another retched coughing fit.

One of the more daring and impaitent customers stands up and says,"Alwright, petey, we get it now get some of yer sake and sit down so the lass can play!" The crowd goes into a roar of laughter and after a while cools off.

No one else says anything and then you a slow piano solo for the opening. After a second or two you hear in a sad slow, yet completely beautiful voice you'd think you'd ever hear,

"I've been looking in the mirror for so long.
That I've come to believe my soul's on the other side.
All the little pieces falling, shatter.
Shards of me,
Too sharp to put back together.
Too small to matter,
But big enough to cut me into so many little pieces.
If I try to touch her,
And I bleed,
I bleed,
And I breathe,
I breathe no more.

Take a breath and I try to draw from my spirits well.
Yet again you refuse to drink like a stubborn child.
Lie to me,
Convince me that I've been sick forever.
And all of this,
Will make sense when I get better.
But I know the difference,
Between myself and my reflection.
I just can't help but to wonder,
Which of us do you love.
So I bleed,
I bleed,
And I breathe,
I breathe no.
Bleed,
I bleed,
And I breathe,
I breathe,
I breathe-
I breathe no more..."

After about ten seconds the piano stops playing and you hear a roar from the crowd and some sniffles, then silence.

After about a minute and everyone starts to get confused because she hasn't moved and inch and it doesn't even look likes she's breathing.

Then suddenly she falls over and all you hear is a thud a round of gasps. The owner runs up onto the stage and the frighted and shocked crowd all stood up and looked on with antisipation(sp?).

"She's dead."

That's what people thought and thats what was true but not what people wanted.

3 months later...

Some villagers were in the grave yard to look around, but there was only one headstone in the grave yard and it read:

The bloody sisters,

Ebony & Ivory Blood

1858 - 1876

"They were this villages pride and joy,

we hope for their happiness wherever they are

for they will forever stay in our hearts and minds.

RIP"

1 year after the death...

The very same villagers that visited their graves read this passage out loud to their peers:

"Both the sisters died just like they were born, the same way, the same time, with the same state of mind. They killed themselves after a beatiful perfomance of the song we named 'Breathe no more' because after they finished playing the song on the piano they stop breathing, so only the few people that truly knew these girls still call them the "Bloody Sisters", knowing they are very proud of and loved that name, but others call them the "Breathless Sisters". No one truly knows why they did this, for they were only 18 years old, but some say they do..."

Fini

The song was Breathe No More by Evanescence.
R&R