PROLOGUE

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I can't sleep tonight, wide awake and so confused

Everything's in line, but I am bruised

I need a voice to echo, I need a light to take me home

I kinda need a hero, is it you?

I never see the forest for the trees, I could really use your melody

Baby I'm a little blind, I think it's time for you to find me

Can you be my Nightingale, sing to me I know you're there. You could be my sanity, bring me peace, sing me to sleep. Say you'll be my Nightingale...

I've always been a lover of Nightingale birds. The way they sing, it always inspire me that there is hope. My mom once owned a Nightingale when she was seven. She told me that it sings to her every night until she falls asleep but it died because it was poisoned by their neighbours. Since then, my mom can't sleep because of the death of her bird.

Ever since I was a child, my mom always silently hum the Nightingale's song to me but it all changed when my mom died. Just like my mom's story, she was my Nightingale. Since the death of my mom, my dad would always come home drunk and since I am the eldest, I always take care of my dad. My sisters will just hide in their rooms. We originally came from Manchester but when my aunt heard everything, she adopted us and now, we are living in London.

By the way, the name's Caitlin Ainsley. I'm eighteen and I have two younger sisters, Coleen and Cherry. Yep, we are the "Three C's". Coleen's fourteen while Cherry's ten.

I am currently working at Starbucks and since tonight's my shift, no work in the morning. Yes, I am a working student because my aunt won't let me do nothing so it is part of how she discipline us. Like, Ugh! Im eighteen. Since I am a good girl, I will follow her orders. My aunt is not your typical aunt, she is rich but really thrifty. She only give us small orders like be home at six, do your homework and blah. We really owe her for adopting us so we really follow her. She loves us but she didn't want to spoil us. She is the twin sister my mom so she really looked like her. My aunt, Mary - have been one of my bestfriends.

Back when I was a kid, she often visits us but when she got married, she didn't have any time to visit us. Mary changed. She was the carefree Mary I used to know but right now, she is the very responsible, attentive, sensible woman I know but she still opens her feelings to me. People Change, Things change. I guess that's life, huh. Oh well.

Author's Note:

This is my new story guys and idk how I came up with this. Oh well. I am really sorry for the wrong grammar and stuffs. Hehe :3

and on the side is Caitlin, I wanted her to be like with tan skin but I really like her so much. 

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laters,

LishaLishy x

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