Garroth's POV

"Holy crap Garroth," I hear Laurance gaps when Cadenza's done showing the video of me. I always cover my ears, its torture to hear myself sing. I walk over to the siblings.

"See, I told you he was amazing!" Cadenza obsesses. I look at the floor.

"I didn't doubt it for a second," Laurance says grinning. His white eyes dart around, trying to find where I was. I click my tongue. Immediately, he finds my eyes.

"You're totally getting the main role," Cadenza beams.

"But I'm not even that good of an actor," I sigh.

"Your modesty can be very annoying sometimes," she sighs. "This is a musical for crying out loud"

"You're gonna get it," Laurance encourages punching my shoulder.

"Ow," I say rubbing my shoulder and laughing a bit. Laurance awkwardly smiles.

"Ok, let's get to school," he finishes, pushing himself up.

"Woah, careful Laurie!" Cadenza panics, supporting him while he walks. I climb into my dark blue jacket and run my hand through my hair. Boom, done. Who needs a hairbrush anyway? I open my contact holders and slip them in. 4.0, I'm seriously blind.

I roll up my left sleeve, seeing my older scars had almost completely healed. I frown slightly, pushing it back down. I don't want to think about before, it'll only make it worse.

"You coming?" Cadenza calls from the front door.

"Yup," I say, throwing on my backpack, grabbing my keyboard, and pacing towards the door. Maybe I'll get a role, maybe not. I just don't want to think about it too much.

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The eery silence is oddly comforting in the band room. The teacher says I'm welcome to use the piano anytime I please. I start to play the introduction of "This is Gospel," by, you guessed it, Panic! At The Disco, which is a surprisingly not religious song. I whisper the lyrics as I play the song.

This is gospel

For the fallen ones

Locked away in permanent slumber

Assembling their philosophies

From pieces of broken memories

I stop, trying to stop myself from thinking about when I wasn't a runaway.

~Flashback~

My eyes drift to the hard maple wood piano. 

It's always shinning

I hope Father isn't home.

I sit on the cushioned bench, grazing the dark material ever so lightly. I smile, still a faint memory of my mother letting me sit on her lap and playing joyful songs.

None of that now.

It's always quiet

The black and white keys lure me to them once more. I move my hands to the instrument, hovering above the first notes to "Here Comes the Sun," my mother's favorite song. My finger finally work, letting go to the tune of the Beatles song. My heart dances, for once in my life.

Suddenly, I feel a chill down my back.

He's right behind me

A sharp hand slams the back on my head. I don't dare let out a yelp.

He turns me around, forcing me to stare in his cold, horrid icy eyes. 

"YOU IDOIT!" Father screams at me, "THAT WAS YOUR MOTHERS, YOUR GRUBBY HANDS SHOULDN'T BE ON THEM." My head throbs, using every ounce of my strength not to cry.

"Yes Father," I say shakily.

~Over~

I promised myself I wouldn't ever thing of that sort again. I shake, tears rolling down my face without even blinking an eyes. I bury my head into arms, causing a cluster of notes to play at once. I let myself lay there.

"G-Garroth?" a voice calls softly. 

Aphmau.

I can't let her see me like this.

I bolt into the small room where we keep all the stands and lock it tight. I place my back on the wall and slide to the ground. I'm a coward, always have, always will.

"Garroth..." she trails. "Please, what's wrong?"

I stay silently, childish whimpers escaping from me every one in a while. My visions completely blurry, but failing to cloud my thoughts.

"Whatever's going on, we can make it through it," She speaks tenderly.

"I-I'm s-s-sorry," my voice quivers.

"I'm positive what happened wasn't your fault Garroth," she continues to comfort. Why does she have so much faith in me? I could have killed someone for all she knows.

Click

The door slowly opens, her raven black hair swaying slightly as she stood there. She holds a dark bobby pin in her right hand. That's how she got in. She pushes in right back in her hair, continuing to stare at me. I must look like a freak.

I cover my face, hoping she won't see how horrible I look. Suddenly, I feel arms wrapped around me. Tear creep up to my eyes again.

"I wasn't strong enough," I breath. Aph lets go and looks at me. Her face seems to say, 'You can tell me.' 

So I do

I vent about how my father was a power hungry monster, how my mother died, my brother disappearing, being a runaway. What about the power? No, I don't mention that. She saw my arms, covering with scars. My life is so messed up.

Her eyes were crystalized. "I-I," she shutters. She hold me tight, causing me to smile. We had already missed almost all of 1st period, but that didn't matter. I could sit here all day talking to her. 

"Let's not go to class today," she says.

"But we're Juniors, we'll suffer if we don't go to class," I joke. She grins.

"True," she giggles. "Passing periods coming up, so lets pretend we where late or something." I nod, standing up. She does the same. 

"See you in 10 minutes," I say. "Thanks."

"Anytime," she answers, walking out the door.

Thank you

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SAD CHAPTER. I started crying while writing this, don't judge me *flips hair*! Anyway, sorry for the long awaited chapter, so much writer's block X_X. Thanks for reading! More chapter coming soon<3

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