I am standing in front of my brother Dylan’s mansion. I tried to call him but he didn’t answer. I wanted to borrow his car. It’s a full moon today so I know he’s here.
For the nth time, I tried to call him but his phone is off. I have no choice but to go inside. This is the first time I enter here. I didn’t want to go in because he gave strict instructions to all of us but Tesla was more important. Maybe I won’t be killed inside when I enter. There’s probably no werewolf or vampire here that’s going to attack me.
No one is allowed to enter his mansion aside from him. I don’t know what’s here, though, we already saw the blueprint of this house but we don’t know what’s really inside. Of all his houses, this is the only one that cannot be entered or visited. And I am not exempted. But I need him and he doesn’t want to answer. Maybe this is the right time to go and see what’s really inside.
He always came here every full moon. And no one knows what he’s been doing here. I would only be scolded, and worst would be yelled at. But maybe I wouldn’t be killed then. It’s like he’s going to hurt me just because I step on it.
Good thing that the door is open so I just kept going.
“What the fuck!” I almost screamed when I saw the inside of the mansion. The surroundings were filled with paintings. A woman is painted holding a baby, and there is also a pregnant woman. It’s like an abstract, or optical illusion because there’s no face. Some of them are lines, and shapes but you know what the image is.
There are not only paintings but photographs here. Children in the orphanage—I guess. The surroundings looked like an exhibit or a museum of art.
I also saw sister Maggie’s photo here, I know she and brother Dylan were together but I’m not sure if they really loved each other. But, damn, she’s beautiful here. She is holding a flower and her face is innocent. She didn’t seem crazy enough to set the house on fire. Her smile was genuine and the boss looked. And based on this picture, it looks like sister Maggie is still a teenager here because she is still in her school uniform.
But one picture caught my attention. A face of a woman that I know. One of the most beautiful faces I’ve ever seen, of course, except for my sister Dane and mommy and myself in the mirror. It’s sister Lileth. Her half-face was covered with hair. But it can’t deny how beautiful she is. She is beautiful and her pose suits her. She is very fierce and intimidating here.
She’s sitting naked. But her legs covered her private part. One of her knees was raised while the other legs were folded to cover her private part. She hugs her one knee that served as a cover for her two breasts.
My God! What a beauty! What a masterpiece!
I approached a painting or a photograph. I am not sure because it seems to be alive looking at me. It’s like she intimidates me using her looks. This is how Lileth looked the first time I meet her with Dave.
Wait——-what?
Suddenly my thought got confused and I slapped my own forehead because of what I thought was stupidity. And of course, with the realization.
I was too young at that time when my brother Dylan lost his baby. And also brother Dale. I didn’t pay much attention to what was happening before because I was young but now I seem to understand everything. Especially with what happened to brother Dave, brother Dylan, and brother Dale.
But fuck—–whatever.
Is that why brother Dylan hides what is inside his mansion because he still can’t move on? Is he still hoping for her? Goodness, if brother Dave has moved on and has a child with someone else, he is still a slave to the past.
Well, I can’t blame brother Dylan. It runs in the blood of a Dy. When you fall in love, you go crazy. Lucky girl—I hope she loves my brother back, I hope my brother is not sad.
I roam my eyes around the place. With this size, where can I find my brother? Do I go up or do I check this chin first? But good that I don’t need to do it, because somewhere over the rainbow—-joke—somewhere, I heard a piano playing.
Did anyone else play the piano in the family beside sister Dane who was also later abandoned? No more—-except brother Dylan.
The music soothes my ears. Accompanied by the cold wind and the full moon, every sound created by brother Dylan is filled with sadness. In the melody of Beethoven’s moonlight sonata, it seems as if you will cry without even knowing it.
I walked towards the place where I heard the piano playing. If I was amazed at the front, I was even more amazed at the place I went to. The place is very wide and my brother is in the middle with the big piano. The roof is transparent and from here I can see the full moon.
His hand moves gently. Even his head moves according to the beat. I just stayed standing where I was. Feeling the ringing. My heart aches while listening to him. I didn’t realize I was in tears while listening to my brother.
Is this the reason why he always came here every full moon? To play the piano under the full moon? I wanted to come to him and hug him. I wanted to be his comfort, and let him know that I am here—–but how?
“What are you doing here? Didn’t I say no one can enter here?” How strong is his feeling? Oh, maybe he saw me through CCTV. He drank his—-just alcohol, not sure what kind, and then faced me.
“I called you but you didn’t answer.”
“That means, I wanted to be alone.” His face is so serious. Even though there is no light here, I can see it clearly. “What do you want?”
“I wanted to borrow your Tesla.”
“The key is beside the main door.” He turned back and faced the piano again.
“Brother, are you ok?”
“I am always ok. Just take the key and leave now. Forget whatever you saw here.”
“Brother—”
“Leave!” He hit the top of the piano which startled me.
“Okay.” I left the place immediately. But before I leave I just glance at him who is now starting to play. I am not familiar with the song but I used to hear this everywhere. Kiss in the rain, I guess, like that.
This is the first time that I saw him as serious as now. I’m not used to him being like that either. And I admit that I was a little surprised and nervous too.
I passed by the photo I passed before seeing the key.
“You are the cause of this.” Yes, she is. She is to blame for why my brother is like that. She left him and now look at the impact that she left. I used to like her before but now I saw how my brother suffers because of her, I started to dislike her.
Those happiest memories that I shared with her are replaced with bad feelings towards her. I am hurt too. I am hurt by what I see in my brother. This is the first time I saw him like this and—and I can accept it. I’m not used to it.
I looked at what I passed earlier. His next songs became sadder and my tears flowed one after the other. And for sure, my brother right now, cried while playing it. I wish I could hug him. I hope I can tell him that everything is ok, that he will find the one who can truly make him happy.
I looked at the photo and then wiped my tears.
“I hope you didn’t exist. I hope you don’t come into my brother Dylan’s life. You messed him up, you made him the saddest person after you left her.” I wiped my tears while looking at her.
‘I hope he can find better than her. I want him to be happy. He deserves to be happy.’