Mikan Yukihira Essay

The moment they got back to the mansion, Mikan Yukihira had never left her room. She had been trying to compose an original song over the piano, but so far, none of them had been promising. Her fingers felt numb and clammy from playing too much, she almost wanted to call it quits.

She put her head on the piano keys, which reverberated loud sounds, but she did not care. Actually, she found it quite soothing, it really expressed her frustrations that she wanted to scream out loud, but she knew she couldn’t because of her fragile voice.

Mikan thought it was best for her to go outside, to help clear her head, and maybe she might get some inspiration from roaming the beauty of nature. Mikan got up and stretched, she finally noticed a dinner tray
She bit it before she moaned at the juicy taste. She began to munch on, but realized it started tickle her throat. With a heavy sigh, she put the apple back on the tray. She grabbed her phone to use as a flashlight, and was on her merry way. The whole mansion was dark, except for a few bright candles here and there, and she realized she worked for an awfully long time.

Mikan descended down the spiral staircase, praying that she won’t trip or miss a step, due to her constant clumsiness. She sighed in relief when her bare feet came in contact with the cold, marble floor. Mikan decided to look for the back door, so she could venture into that labyrinth rose garden she saw outside her window.

If I was a door that led to the backyard, in this really huge mansion, where would I be. Mikan thought to herself. She leaned her body against the wall before she saw a door connected to the staircase.

Intrigued by this, she opened it, and darkness welcomed her line of vision. She gulped, she hated the dark, but she had a feeling that this basement would lead her to the backyard door. She went down the creaky steps, she wished she brought her inhaler, the whole room was covered from head to toe with