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Y/N Fields

I'm {your name} Fields. 

I am a great singer. At least I was.

I'm the cousin of Logan. I always saw him, when I and my parents went to visit my grandparents. Since I could remember he been always living with our grandparents. I never have met his parents. And we never talked about it. 

I lived in Savannah. With my parents. They loved me, like on one else. I was there everything.
As I was seven I used to participate in singing competitions. But no one of them was recorded. My parents didn't allowed it to. Although at home, we had tons of medals and trophies that I won.  This time I participated in a country competition. This time my parents were at the backstage. As I started to sing, everyone gasps.
I had a born angelic voice. And I loved it. The feeling of singing. It was everything. 

I was on the stage. 

Krackkk 

I looked up. I saw a gigant spotlight box falling on me. The last thing I remember before I faded were my parents shouting my name, and pushed me behind. 

They were dead. They sacrificed themselves for me. So I could have a future. Like only I was important. 

That was the first time I didn't knew what to do. I was helpless. The blood. The screams. It were inside my head.

I woke up in a hospital. I couldn't talk. I was speechless. No. I could talk. But I didn't wanted to. I thought it was my fault they died. My voice was the fault. So I decided to stay quiet. The doctors told my grandparents I was mute. 

Since that accident I lived with my grandparents and my cousin Logan. Since he was my only friend and I used to like be alone, I was pretty much like him. Everyone could think we were twins. We kinda looked alike each other, but my hair was red brown. 

However only Logan knew about my little secret. That I could talk, even though I didn't wanted to. He did completely understood.

In school kids picked up on Logan, which I didn't like. I learned self defense for him. I defended him, so he could feel safe. I wasn't a violent person. Never ... However, for Logan, his safety, for all the things he had done for me. If I saw him beaten up... I turned into a devil. Which was the absolute opposite of the real me. 

Logan was for me like a big brother, but he couldn't Defence himself. I was an angel, with anger issues. 

Anger issues ... why did I had it? Because of the fear of losing someone I love. I couldn't do anything when my parents died ... now if Logan gets hurt... at least now I could do something. 

I skipped school, because I was getting bullied at school. Since I helped my grandparents at the flower shop, everyone would call me the flower girl. My usual personality... I was really kind. But, fights... that was what I was bullied for. 

It was end summer. In December it would be my 17 birthday. Logan was already 17. Tomorrow was his first day at a new school. Mines too. Even though I didn't wanted it. I really wanted to stay alone.  But Logan and my  grandparents didn't let me. 

And the rest of the story... It begins. 

NOW.