SOUND OF VIOLINS

Marie did not feel anything with the teddy in between her legs, so she started moving it the same way her sister was doing it from right to left. This was only out of curiosity to know what exactly Rebecca was doing when Marie walked into the room. Marie closed her eyes and rolled her head slightly behind just the same way she had seen her sister do.

Something happened to her as if she got a minor current when the nose of the teddy bear that was made of plastic touched her button. The feeling was such that it disconnected her completely from the current problems in her life. She wanted to experience that feeling one more time. So, she did it again, but now it was intentionally done by her.

Every time the plastic nose on the teddy bear touched that special part of hers, she felt the same level of excitement. Hence, she did it a couple of times until she wanted to continue feeling like that and possibly drown in the amount of pleasure which she was experiencing. While she was in the middle of that feeling, she placed the nose to that special place and then moved her teddy bear from left to right without losing touch with the teddy bear's nose on her.

It was the first time a feeling of that sort was hitting her, and little Marie was growing up. That is when it struck her that maybe this is what her sister was doing; that is how she was playing. Never did Marie know that playing with her own self felt so much like that and as if the world had not really experienced the pure form of happiness.

Now that was the epitome of pleasure, and in only a few seconds it felt as if the birds that were making her feel like that flew away from her ears. It stopped being so pleasurable once that happened. She wanted to enjoy that feeling yet again, but she started to feel a little guilty for what she just did. Feeling somewhat dirty about herself, Marie went off to sleep.

Next morning she woke up feeling super fresh and highly energetic. Life seemed prettier to her. Even though the regret was all gone, but she did not feel like doing it again. That was because she felt extremely satisfied. There was nothing more which could improve what she was undergoing. She got up from the bed with a smile, and whenever the guilt sentiment wanted to supersede, the current excitement of hers aced at helping her ignore it.

The whole day went pretty well with her not getting upset for the little things which happened at home. Delilah was well-known for creating such scenes when she would lay out the differences between her Rebecca, who was her real daughter and Marie, her step-daughter. Marie was so much at peace for the whole day and did not even bother to look at her phone much as she would have been waiting for a message from Jean.

This was the day that Marie understood how to be satisfied with one's self in order to remain calm because otherwise most of the people get irritated at every little thing. She was not only learning what one needed and why the feeling of pleasure was so important, but she was also able to perceive what life was all about.

However, one thing which she could not understand was the fact that why was the feeling of pleasure so undervalued in life?! Being happy was one segment, no doubt, but being pleasured was also equally important. And in no sense could the two be clubbed together. One could be happy and enjoy the sensual gratification, but even the ones who are not happy can still successfully take part in sexual enjoyment.

One or the other new thing was bound to turn up each day in Marie’s life. And despite having a great day at home, which was not something that was very common, things turned out ugly for her as the sun set for the day. That is when Delilah came across a big fat notebook which looked like a diary as it had a colorful hard cover that had a picture of a denim texture.

It was lying on Marie’s bed, and she was not in the room. She had gone out with Rebecca to purchase some candies for home. Delilah was intrigued with that diary because none of Marie’s books looked like that. Her textbooks had the subject mentioned very clearly on the cover page and notebooks were all not so thick. So, Delilah walked inside the room to check what book was lying on Marie’s bed.

As she reached the bedside, she quickly got hold of the diary. Wanting to make the most of the time when Marie and Rebecca were not at home, she opened the cover and flipped the pages real fast. Delilah always interfered in Marie’s space and did not respect her privacy at home. But she took care not to do such things in front of her own daughter because she did not want Rebecca to turn against her.

She went through what was written in that notebook, and she became certain that it was Marie’s writing. Then, she came across certain words which caught her attention almost immediately because some of those words raised her curiosity. She was unable to believe the assumptions that she was getting from those words as she skimmed through what was written. So, she slowed down and read a paragraph on the page that was open.

She read – “Today was a beautiful day. I met someone who is a lot like me. Something happened to me, and I could hear the sound of violins playing in the background even though it was not real. From the movies that I have seen, this has to be love. Also, that smart person’s short hair which is messy all the time makes me want to run my fingers through it and settle it time and again. This person is only a little taller than me, which is why it will be perfect for us to walk together and be with each other for all our lives. I am very excited to be friends with her and see where our friendship leads us.”

Delilah was shocked to read what was written in the diary. She could not believe that her step-daughter, Marie, had mentioned certain things about another girl which technically should have been for a boy. The way she had described her feelings was all normal, but Delilah got very interested in everything which was written because that could give her a chance to put Marie down by exposing this stuff to Mr. Jones.

Adding on to all this, Delilah was preparing points in her mind to list them out in front of Mr. Jones. The first and foremost thing that she thought she would mention was the fact that Marie was still not an adult to be able to experience love as such, and that too with someone of the same gender was definitely not going to be acceptable in the place that they were living in. Delilah felt as if she had won some game or something.

In the meantime, the doorbell rang. She understood that it must be both the girls who must have returned. So, she kept the diary exactly in the place that she found it in and headed outside the room to open the main door. Marie was waiting for the door to be opened so that she could rush inside the house to go and pee to relax. She did not know what was waiting for her inside.