The Guardian ~ Jayden Sierra FanFic

The Seventh Day; Something Musical

A/N- before you read... Please note that this chapter is very religious. So please, skip if you want to. It's okay because it's alot like a filler chapter, some bits are information that might be used later. But I will try and bring most of it up in following chapters, just small parts that might help you understand at the end. So, if you want to skip this chapter, that's fine, because it's really religious, full of religious information and things about Christianity. So if you aren't too keen on reading about it, please skip. I don't like changing people's opinions, just incase. I'm not saying I will, it's just incase.

It's my own opinion on Christianity, the heavens and hell. And stuff like that, put in to Rhia's point of view near the end of the chapter.

But your point of view is your point of view, and that's okay, keep it with you.

I think I just had to add it because it's a very religious story. I could have skipped it all out but it then wouldn't have worked very much to what I'd want it to.

So, keep on reading or skip, sorry to ramble haha,

Kiadianaaaa xxox -

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Rhia's POV-

'One step closer...'

The music filled the canadian style room.

my favourite song, I listened to it over and over when my parents were out of the house. No one was home, this was my regular routine I followed when I was all alone. I sat on the polished red stained dining table, singing at the top of my lungs to the bottom, scraping every bit of love and heartache out of my heart like a spoon in a pickle jar, squeezing it all out in to the concept of singing.

It's all I wanted to do, really, you know, singing.

Three more months I can pick up and move to Sydney, I can audition for X-Factor, I can move up the ladder, sell some records, get my name out there, meet someone, get married, have children, three more months and my life will finally get started, everything I've ever wanted, I can finally go for. Finally.

After waiting this whole time. My whole 16 years.

Not much, but enough to learn, enough to sacrifice, enough to realise how badly my life is yearning for this. Every single sign and fate picking I have been given over the years, I think I'm finally ready.

I was moving to Sydney, therefore I would audition there. My parents weren't too pleased with the decision of moving away from them and the rest of the family, but, I knew it's what I was meant to do. If all they want is for me to be happy, they will support me, which is exactly what they've been doing this whole time.

I skipped around and pranced off the table, I twirled in circles around the room towards the sound system, turning it up louder, not once regretting it.

I couldn't even hear the sound of my own voice now, even though I was practically screaming.

"I have died everyday, waiting for you!!" I yelped, but Christina still took over me, along with the piano and violins, almost shaking the walls.

I laughed, turning it down a little, I didn't necessarily want to have to drive out in to the city just to get a heap of new photo frames and crack concealer for the walls.

Who would drive, anyway?

I pranced out in to the kitchen, grabbing a milk carton, drinking straight out of it until it was empty.

I chucked it in the open bin, walking off again to dance and gallop around. But before I did, I felt my pocket vibrating.

Private number.