Present Time~
Silence... I've never been fond of it. I don't think I ever will be. Silence is where my mind loses its willpower. I'm left alone with my thoughts that mock my existence. Many questions arrive but answers don't.
There is uncertainty within this silence; it's a cloudy mess that slowly loses all its light. I am broken, yet I'm still alive at the same time. Proof of that is that I'm still breathing, though at times I find it excruciating. All I can do is keep walking and forcing a smile as I haul the broken pieces of my heart left behind me, forcing them to keep up.
It's been like that for years. Now I'm a fifteen year old girl. A girl fulfilling my father's selfish wishes –I wish I could say no to but cannot.
According to everyone I am (L/N) (Y/N), heiress of the (L/N) family, daughter of a pro hero and a girl attending a prestigious school for heroes. UA to be exact; class 1A.
But the image I portray isn't the one I want. Ask anyone and they shall say I excel in martial arts, speak three languages, am gifted in mathematics and science. To many I am also known to have a fondness for literature and entrepreneurship. Yup, I'm labeled the perfect daughter... but I loathe it.
And sadly not many people know the real me.
It's in places like nightclubs and bars –ones filled with dangerous, shadowy, mysterious personas, in where I can be free for even just an hour or two. Three times a week I go incognito; I wear elegant gowns, heavy makeup, heels. All of course with the intention of making me look nothing like myself.
I look older and somewhat appealing; it makes it difficult for anyone I know recognize me. Even if I have to sustain lewd comments and offers from drunk idiots, constant stress creeping up on me wondering if I'll make it out alive, and the fear that my father might find out... but all of that becomes the least of my concerns.
All that matters, all that occupies my heart, is the moment where I'm singing my soul out.
A broken heart
Falling slowly apart
I'm like a doll
Wounds can't be healed with alcohol
I'm ripped at the seams
With chained up dreams
Singing –that's all I've been able to hold onto. Or to be more precise that's all my heart has been able to do. It's been several years since I've touched a piano. After learning my mother was a musician and my father claiming that her following that path destroyed our family... I simply couldn't bring myself to touch a piano.
There would be times where I would imagine her hands, her fingers dancing on the keys, her being proud of me for loving and playing the piano just like her –it was a lovey vision but soon it would crumble with my father's reproaches and his harsh demeanor towards me.
Pain, anger, fear, hesitation, they all took over me. My hands froze; I couldn't bring myself to play. Not as long as I didn't know what happened to mom... until then playing the piano was something my heart wouldn't allow me to do.
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It was a typical Tuesday night, located in a nice bar, just like any other night it would end up with people clapping, some whistling, others asking for an encore. I was left feeling happy yet sad as well. Happy because I was doing what I loved. Sad because the moment had ended.
I quickly changed back into my regular clothes. I was done playing Cinderella for the night. I needed to get back home before Mr. Puppeteer, aka my father would notice I wasn't sleeping in my bed.
With a large bag slung over my shoulder, I walked towards Daisuke's small office. I had met Daisuke about three years ago. Long story short, he heard me singing at the park and offered me to sing at his bar.
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A Love Song
Fanfiction(L/N) (Y/N) is a first year student at UA in the hero course, specifically in class 1-A. With quirks like (Y/N)'s it's no surprise she got in by recommendation. Being daughter of a pro-hero she was vigorously trained at a young age. (Y/N) grew up wi...
