So I have been really into street punk stories lately and I have no seen any x male reader and It's kinda pissing me off so I will make one and yes I will make a fem one when or while I am making this one so hope you enjoy.
You were bullied and abus...
A/N: Ok these two songs have been stuck in my head all day and I have already plan to put them in this story in my head so why not. There will be two scenarios for this chapter you can pick the one you like, hope you enjoy it.
Scenario 1:
You woke up and everyone else is sleeping so you decided to change and go and play the piano in the music room.
What you changed into
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But everything in red is white. After you change
Your POV
"Ok off to the music room" you left your room and headed to your music room. You arrived and sat in front of your piano.
Rebel's POV
(Play music) I woke up to a piano being played, I noticed y/n was not here so I woke the guys you "Hey guys wake up do you hear that" I said "Yeah where is it coming from" said a sleepy M.C. "Let's go check it out" said a sleepy but exited swift we all agreed and headed to where the music was coming from.
Your POV
I wrote a song, a journal gave it to the world
Told the story of when I was just a boy
I sought understanding clarity and truth
By bearing all the wounds inflicted on my youth
You criticized my choice to stand up to my past
To give the pain a voice so that it too could pass
But I felt brave and filled with pride as I let go
Of bitterness that wouldn't leave or let me grow
But I will spend a lifetime
Trying to understand
Why someone sharing my bloodline
Would not lend me their hand
Am I supposed to apologize?
Am I supposed to apologize?
Am I supposed to apologize?
Am I supposed to apologize?
(Your angel wings came out when you started to sing the verse above)
I loved her more than my self but she made me choose
Between her and my father and so I refused
I fled here house and earth eleven years of age
Followed the crooked path that led me to a stage
The curtains opened up my heart followed the lead
The music wouldn't stop and I could finally breathe
