Hi everyone! It's SPrimus here and this is my very first FanFiction! I'm super excited to write this story and I'm just kinda doing it as I go! If anyone has tips on how to improve my writing, please let me know :) I'll be glad to consider them. Expect a lot of updates! I'm on summer vacation so I'll be spending time updating and posting new parts. I hope you enjoy and please vote and comment! Love you all and thanks for reading :)

Everyday is the same. I keep my head low to avoid eye contact with anyone. Just trying to stay as invisible as possible. I was never liked among the students at school. Someone always finds something wrong with me. To cast me out. I mean they aren't completely wrong. I'm not normal. That's probably why my father abandoned me in the first place. As for my mother, all I knew about her was that she died when I was very young. I didn't even have a single memory of her face. Her smile. Her touch. Nothing.

My father had raised me until I was 12 years old. Only 12 years old. After that I never saw his face again. He promised that he would come back. But he never did. Everything about him was a secret. His job, his wife. My own mother. He would never talk about her. Never showed me a picture of her. I couldn't blame him though. It probably hurt for the love of his life to be taken away from him. But every single time I brought her up, he would disregard it or change the subject. His face would turn pale and he would occupy himself with another task to avoid my question. It angered me. It angered me that my own father took away my right to know my mother. It angered me to see all my friends walk with their moms to school and how they would ungratefully complain about their mother's bickering . If only they knew what it is like to have never seen their mom. Everyday a hole swallowed me when I saw all the kids at school run up to their mom to give them a hug after the day ended.

I hated my dad for keeping me in the dark. Ever since he left me, I hated him even more. But I cried myself to sleep every night wondering what was the reason why. Wondering if he is even still alive. Wondering if he would ever come back. I truly did miss him. Even though I hated him, he was the only person I had in my life that ever cared about me. And I still love him with all of my heart. I just wish he was still here with me.

My relationship with my dad was unbreakable. He taught me everything I knew from talking to fixing cars. Dad was the one who introduced me to one of the greatest things in the world. The piano. He started teaching me at the age of 3 and not a day would go by where I wouldn't touch the instrument. I became exceptionally good as I started singing and composing my own pieces. The moments where my dad would sit next to me and sing a long were the moments I would remember everyday for the rest of my life. Everyday, he would invite me to sit on his right side to watch him play a song he composed for me. He named his piece after my very own name. "Sophia." I loved it so much that he patiently sat by me for several weeks, instructing and teaching me how to play my own very special song. When he would play that song, I would intensely watch his hands glide and press the keys as he created the most beautiful melody ever imaginable. And it was for me. Only me. I felt like the safest and most special girl in the world when I sat on that piano bench at his right side.

But one day, everything took a turn when I was 11 years old.

I got up in the morning to get ready to go to school. I slipped on my outfit for the day and headed towards the bathroom to brush my teeth and do my hair. The palms of my hands were aching constantly for a good 3 days now. I never thought much of it though because a couple of days earlier I had fallen onto my hands after tripping at school during recess. But on the third day as soon as I touched the door nob of the bathroom, an electric shock rushed through every part of my body. It was a burning, excruciating pain. I fell to the floor, screaming at the top of my lungs in reaction to the sensation. I kept screaming as the unbearable pain of the shock repeatedly rushed through my body over and over again. It felt like hours before my dad sprinted into my room. "Sophia!" He yelled. My dad rushed to my side picking me up to cradle me in his arms. I didn't respond to him. I just kept screaming. "Sophia! What happened?" He asked in panic. "Pumpkin what's wrong?" I still didn't answer. Instead the pain caused me to to daze off and lose consciousness. "No no no no!! Sophia stay with me! Daddy is right here! Everything will be alright! Stay strong pumpkin!!" That was the last thing I heard from him before I passed out.

I opened my eyes to find my dad lying close to me on my bed sound asleep. I was about to get up, but my body felt heavy. As I struggled to sit up, another shock raced up my body. It wasn't as bad as the electric shock that I had felt earlier but it was enough to make me whimper. My dad had heard my cry and his eyes quickly shot open. "Pumpkin? Are you alright?" I couldn't even answer. I was terrified. "Sophia? Baby answer me!" Suddenly I broke down in tears as I remembered my episode from earlier today. My dad was quick to pull me into his arms. "Shhh. Honey don't cry. Daddy's here to keep you safe. It's over now."  Tears streamed down my face as I violently trembled in his arms. I anticipated for the pain to return and that feeling only made me want to cry more. For a good hour, I sat in his arms crying hot tears and trembling. As soon as I had no more tears to cry,  I just sat there in silence.

"Sophia? Are you okay to talk to me?" My dad asked. "Y-yes." I shakily responded. "If you are too scared to tell daddy anything just know that I am right here, okay?" I nodded. I told him everything about the pain in my palms up to the moment I touched the bathroom door knob. As I finished, I looked up to see his face. He was focused on the wall in front of him, but as he realized I had looked up he shifted his attention to me. "What's wrong with me daddy?" I asked him. He hesitated to answer. "Honey, nothing is wrong with you. You are still my little girl just remember that okay? I will always be here when you need me. If this happens again, I will be right here pumpkin. Don't worry, it's over."

I wish I could say that those words were believable. But let me tell you. It was far from over.