Crack on Attic

Danny Sullivan was nine. School was dreadful, so was his four adult siblings whom loathed him by sight. Danny, being the smallest but also brightest kid in his class, was often bullied, soon found his shelter on the attic. He enjoyed the quiet solitary moment more than anything else. He didn't even liked cartoons that was playing on the television. All he wanted was peace and calm. He'd earned them, he thought.

Everyday, after school, before dinner, before bed, Danny'd be at his own castle, reigning his people, training his armies, visiting foreign soils, all on the attic. This went on for quite a while that his parents had started to worry about him. And then one day, principal Schesner called and expressed her concern about Danny's abnormal appearance.

"His skin was glowing," Mrs. Schesner said, "like a signal flare. He went supernova until the students were all cleared out of the classroom."

Danny was suspended until his 'condition' had went away.

Until then, the attic was the only place anyone could find Danny Sullivan.

One day, Danny was playing with his troops, when suddenly he tripped himself over some imaginary soliders and felt down on to the floorboard, upon which he discovered a hole. The opening, about the size of his eyes, a pinhole formed by hands, was looking down into the living room below. Danny lay there and peaked at his house. At first he thought he saw the living room, which was two floors down from the attic, and he could not possibly see it, but then he blinked so fast then he also fainted. It was the living room he was looking at. Danny rolled to his back, facing the ceiling, smiling. His zigzagged white teeth, sounding horrible as he grinded them.

Danny rolled back to the hole and thought about Serlash Bellford, the new girl in school. With that in mind, Danny stuck his eye to the crack on the wood, and what he saw, was Serlash Bellford, in the comfort of her own home, playing some wonderful melody with her fingers darting across the piano. Danny had never heard of sounds so infested with emotion and magic that he cried for it.

His tear of joy dropped through the hole, and rippled on the glass of water on top of the piano. Serlash Bellford saw the sudden motion. She looked up. Danny froze and didn't blink. Camouflage, he thought, he learned that from natural science channel. Serlash seemed not to see him, as her attention went back to the dance of butterfly fingers.