◇TOYA POV◇ current age : 6 (Past)
I had just finished a massive 3 hours worth of homeschooling
It sucked but father didnt want people at school to see the said bruises around my arms for when he hits them with a stick.
Now it was time for the most...scary part of the day.
Piano lessons
Lessons from my father himself, most would think it's good to have a parent as a mentor or teacher but for me it was the exact opposite.
When I first wanted to play the piano it was really fun, until father took it to seriously. Now i dread lessons.
My train if thought snapped when my father called my name. Its time
"TOYA! GET OVER HERE! YOUR 2 MINUTES LATE ARE YOUR ONLY IN THE OTHER ROOM!!"
"Coming father..." I mumble with a sigh, I quickly made my way to the music room before he could say anything else.
Father was scary...I didnt wsnt him to he mad, only proud...but I cant... why not..? Is my best not enough for him...
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It's now been at least 6 hours...I think...
I'm tired...my wrists are bruised and red, I keep getting the same note wrong...I haven't eaten yet...or actually...I havent eaten at all.
My wrists are throbbing...my head hurts...my fingers feel numb..my stomach aches...I havent eaten
I just keep going...
And going...
And going...
I...I have to make father proud!! He would like that! I'll get this note right then he'll be proud...
Right..?
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"My lord finally, it's just a simple note Toya. You need to get better. You disappoint me as a son. And a musician."
"Go to your room and review your music sheet notes. Now Toya."
I made it to my room and was holding back tears the entire time I was in there.
Why is father so cruel...why cant I do anything right...?!!
Why...?
Why
Why
Why
I started crying now, my tears were rolling down my small face as I tried wiping then quickly but theh kept pouring down like a waterfall.
Why cant I impress him?! Even a bit?
He keeps that stupid serious look on his face every time!!!
Every...single time...
I threw a pillow at my wall in anger...it was soft so it didnt make a lot of noise for my father to come barging in.
I was just a child...so why?!
Just a 6 year old wanting to earn his fathers approval...
Just...a child.
I sighed as I slid down my closed room door in absolute defeat.
I should face it now.
Theres no way father would ever recognize, acknowledge or be proud of me...no knew ever will.
And I should accept that now...
Cause it's a fact...
And facts cant be changed.
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My Sunflower Boy • Akitoya
RomanceToya was someone who would shut out everyone all because of his father which wouldnt give him much friends or Interaction, until he met a florist. AKITOYA FANFIC ALL ART CREDTIS TO ARTISTS ❗❗❗
