piano

His red eyes looked at the door; it hadn't been opened for weeks. But now her / his parents had finally figured it out. A malicious smile spread across the young man's features. How stupid they were.
The boy with his skin long tanned by the sunlight turned around with a jerk, his almost white hair rustling softly as he went to the window and looked out.
She had been playing behind this door ... all the time, but the notes had been silent for some time. His sister stopped playing ... no, never again.
Because she was dead.
There was a slight crack, the wooden door flew open. Then the Egyptian boy heard his mother's shocking cry. His sister's body had been found. They - his mother and father - stumbled out.
The boy turned around and looked directly at the piano, her body was sitting right in front of it, the rope was at her feet. The sun shone on her beautiful white skin, drew shiny wreaths in her beautiful, light-blonde hair.A peaceful expression was on her features ...
Yes, it was her, his beloved sister, the one he had killed. The ones who wanted to make him a father. Those who loved him, those he loved.
All over!
The door closed. And he screamed.