Tamira bent down to pick up the broken shards of glass. Of course it had to be this that broke, she thought to herself. The shards were incredibly sharp, making cuts in her hands as she picked them up. She was used to pain because Tamira is a slave in the “New World.” Her owner, Andreya, bought her five years ago in a marketplace.
Andreya. The name came out like vinegar on Tamira’s tongue. She hated Andreya. She was lazy and rude. Tamira often wished she was bought by someone else, but she was stuck with Andreya until she could buy her freedom. How Tamira longed to be free, yet she hadn’t found a way to make the money. She had just finished picking up the glass when she heard a scream.
“Tamira! Get in here right now!” Andreya screamed. Tamira moaned and trudged into the living room. When Tamira entered the room, she didn’t see anything at first. But she turned to look at Andreya and what she saw was a long, green, slender snake.
“Tamira!” screamed Andreya.
“Yes, miss.”
Andreya was freaking out. “Get this snake out of here! Hurry, before it bites me!”
Why don’t you do it yourself you big baby she thought. But she didn’t dare say it. Who knew what Andreya would do to her for that?
“Ma’am, it’s just a garden snake. It won’t hurt you if you leave it alone,” Tamira stated, with slight attitude.
“Did I ask you to speak?” asked Andreya. Her eyes narrowed then she continued, “You only speak when you’re asked. I would think you would have learned that by now.” Tamira did know that. She remembered the first time she spoke on her own accord. It wasn’t pretty.
“Sorry. My bad,” said Tamira.
“You weren’t asked to speak.”
“I’m apologizing.”
“I would shut that sassy mouth of yours before you get whipped.” Andreya smiled her “I just won” smile. How Tamira hated that smile, but she bit her tongue and tried to shoo the snake out of the house. The snake was about out of the door when Tamira slightly touched it with her foot. Then the snake turned around and bit her right on her big toe.
“OOOW!” Tamira bellowed. Her toe throbbed. She looked down to see it dripping blood onto the mantle of the fireplace. Just then Andreya came in.
“Oh, that’s too bad. Make sure to clean that up.” Andreya made a smirk then walked out of the room. It seemed Andreya did everything possible to make Tamira’s life harder. Every time laundry was needed, she made Tamira do it. Every time even one dish was put in the wrong place, Tamira had to take everything out of the cabinets and put them back. Andreya was evil, and Tamira has to live with it.
Later after Tamira had done her chores and after Andreya was asleep, she went to the piano in the living room. She sat down and took a deep breath. It had been a long day and she deserves to spend the rest of the night in peace. Her fingers lay daintily on the keys. Tamira had to be quiet so she wouldn’t wake up Andreya. What a nightmare that would be.
As she played, she felt free. To her, music is incredibly special. Without music, she doesn’t even know how she would be able to get through each day. Then she thought about the first time she laid her hands on a piano. She was young, but didn’t remember the exact age…….
Tamira had just had the worst day of her life. Andreya made her do ever single house and garden chore there could be. She was on her last chore when Andreya walked by and said, “Hmm. I just remembered that you need to go to the sea and get seashells. I’m making a necklace with them, so please pick out good ones or I’ll make you do it again.” That got Tamira’s blood boiling.
“Andreya, why don’t you just high-tail yourself down to the ocean yourself. It would serve you right to actually do work.” Tamira froze. She just made the biggest mistake of her life.
“Excuse me?” Andreya said without turning around. She was very mad, and Tamira could tell.
“I’m sorry miss. I didn’t mean it,” Tamira said in a tiny voice.
“Well if you didn’t mean it then why did you say it in the first place?” Andreya inquired. Tamira felt her eyes boring into her. Then she took a deep breath and said, “I just don’t like having to do everything, miss.” As Tamira said this, she could hear Andreya’s deep breathing. Then finally, she looked at Tamira and said, “Well plan on doing everything you did today, tomorrow.” Her smirk made Tamira want to scream. But she bit her tongue and just went back to do the rest of her chores.
That night after Andreya had gone to bed Tamira had gone into the piano room. She hadn’t ever played the piano, but she decided to try and teach herself. Always Tamira had been amazed by the sound of music. There was a very tall stack of books, all of which were on how to learn the piano. Tamira’s hands were shaking as she picked up one of the old books. She didn’t know how to read, but she knew the letters of the alphabet. As she began to look at the first page, she found out that she understood it fairly well. Then she began to play some simple songs, but they sounded pretty good!
Tamira was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she didn’t even hear Andreya walking into the room. When Andreya entered the room, what she saw was Tamira with her dark eyes closed, and her fingers flowing of the keys of the piano like a receding river in valley. It sounded so beautiful! Andreya would’ve been totally mesmerized for a long time if Tamira hadn’t stopped. And then Tamira turned to her and Andreya saw immense fear in her eyes. Finally, Andreya came back to her normal self. Andreya’s heart was beating so fast she could feel it in her fingers and toes. “What are you doing!?” she screamed. Tamira looked like she was on the verge of crying.
“I’m….I’m very sorry…, miss.” Tamira’s muffled sobs were making her hard to understand.
Andreya screamed, “How dare you touch my things! How dare you even think about using something that you know is not yours!” She walked forward and grabbed Tamira by her forearm. Tamira struggled to get away, but Andreya’s grip was like iron shackles.
“Stop! Please stop! STOP!!” Tamira knew there was no point in trying to escape. Andreya had her firm, iron-like hand wrapped around her skinny forearm.
Andreya’s eyes would’ve held fire if they could. “You think you can just do whatever you want, don’t you! Well I’ll teach your head a little lesson!”
She took Tamira into the garden and found her whip. Tamira knew this was coming. She watched Andreya take out the whip from the shed. And after that everything seemed to happen in slow motion. Andreya saw Tamira’s fear in her eyes. It’s what she deserves, thought Andreya. And then, the beating had begun.
Tamira had finally finished all her chores. It was late and she was plenty tired. Why, she thought. Why did I have to love music? Why am I drawn to such an exquisite art and can’t forget about it even after being punished? She looked at her arms and legs. The burns and bruises still stung—physically and emotionally—even after a month. Being reminded of what happened to her only made her feel even more unimportant. Like there was no mercy in the world, only hatred and punishment. Even the loneliness Tamira felt when she was little was slowly creeping back into her. Like the feeling of cannons strapped to your feet, pulling you down to the bottom of the ocean but there no way of escaping. She was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she almost didn’t here the sounds. The sounds of something familiar, something that she loves with all her heart and soul. The sounds of fingers on keys.
Tamira’s heart skipped a beat. It had only been a month since she heard music but it felt so long ago to her. The sound was faint, but still there. She began to do a mixture of a trot and a skip as she tried to find where the sound was coming from. The roads seemed endless, yet Tamira was determined to find the music. Finally, she turned a corner and saw cluster of people. She was so caught up in the music she jumped when a boy appeared in front of her.
“Hello,” Tamira said. The boy had dark black hair and was quite thin. His clothes were torn and tattered. She figured he was probably a slave. “Um, what is your name?” she asked. The boy stared at her for a second before answering.
“My name is Alec. I’m a slave on the run. I heard the music and tried to find it.” He paused for a second and his eyes narrowed. “I see you have found it, too. You’re attracted to music, I presume?”
“Maybe,” Tamira answered.
“Why maybe,” the boy inquired.
“Why is it any of your concern?”
“Because I heard what happened to you.” Alec hit it right on the nose and Tamira paused, wondering how Alec knew about her, and was about to say something when somebody from inside the circle yelled, “Does anybody else know how to play?”
Her heart throbbed in her ears. Tamira longed to play, but knew there could be punishments. But nobody would have to know? Tamira thought to herself. Her painful memories of the beating came back to her. In her ears, she could hear Andreya’s evil voice screaming, “You think you can just do whatever you want?! Well, I’ll show you a thing or two, missy!” And the burns! The feeling of her skin turning black and seeming to dissolve into nothing is the most unbearable pain she has ever been felt. The feeling of being slashed at……..Her memories so painful, yet that wonderful feeling of freedom overwhelmed her. Tamira’s mind had drifted for only a few seconds, and then she made her decision.
“I can.” Tamira stepped into the middle of the circle. She couldn’t even believe she was attempting this again. Everybody’s eyes were on her—or on her arms and legs—and in their eyes she saw doubt. What am I thinking?, she thought to herself. Having been beaten before for her love of music, Tamira told herself she would never do it again. Then she thought of the immense feelings of freedom and happiness. Something that elusive didn’t ever come over her when she was doing something else she loved. Music was the only thing that could wrap her up with such warmth and compassion and it was the most free she could ever be. With all that in mind, she bravely sat down.
Then the world changed right before her eyes. She was playing something she didn’t even know she could play. Her fingers danced on the keys, as if they had a mind of their own. Tamira was totally flabbergasted. Then she figured it out—she was playing her own music! The music she was playing had been put together in her mind! Those of feelings of hatred and hope and desire and compassion spilled out of her and into the music. She put every emotion she ever felt into it. Tamira put in her heart, soul, and mind. And for the first time in a long time, she was happy and—for once in her life—she felt important, special, and like nothing could bring her down. She played her heart out, sewing her life into every note, and sinking her entire body into the luxurious feeling of freedom. But just as Tamira finished, she heard the one voice she always feared: the voice of Andreya.
“Just what do you think your doing missy?” Andreya had her hands on her hips. She was in great awe by Tamira’s music. As she thought, she never recalled just sitting there and listening to Tamira play. A month ago, she had been infuriated that Tamira had even touched her grandfather’s piano. Now, it was as if she had just heard the greatest musician of all time. Tamira was about to cry again, and Andreya could tell. Then, she just ran up to Tamira and gave her a hug. “That was so beautiful,” Andreya stated.
Tamira was so surprised, yet happy at the same time that Andreya was showing her such affection. And then all of the sudden, Tamira wasn’t afraid of her anymore, and she hugged Andreya back. Tamira and Andreya just stood there hugging for what felt like eternity. Finally, Tamira broke the silence.
“Am I going to be punished?” Tamira asked in a small voice. Andreya looked down at her and smiled. “Never would I do that to someone with as much talent as you.” Andreya and Tamira hugged again just stayed like that for awhile, but Tamira didn’t care, because for once, she knew she was now loved for her talents. Most of all, for the first time Tamira knew that she was free.




