Fearless

- Prologue -

My parents knew I was gifted from the moment I was born, when I came out with a head full of rosy pink hair. Sure, my gift didn't actually develop until I was five, but the unnatural hair color was a dead giveaway, and being born "Gifted" was actually a curse. My mom cried. My dad punched a few walls. And then life went on.
I was raised under their tender and loving care until I was six, the age when people start to ask questions. I wasn't in school, after all, and my parents rarely took me out in public. No one could know I was gifted. The staff at the hospital had been paid into silence when I was born. And at six years old, I shoved a piano through a wall. Don't be fooled, it wasn't like I had super strength or anything, no, it was nothing like that. It was the gift of music. Or rather, to control musical instruments. Not much help in a fight, but to be able to play the piano, violin, cello and flute all at the same time, and with only my mind to top it all off? You better believe I could make some pretty amazing music. And it wasn't just instruments, it was---well---anything. Anything capable of forming sound that can be transformed into music, I could control. But it wasn't telekinesis either, that was different too. It was simply the raw, unadulterated gift of sound. Of musical sounds, played in unison to make something beautiful.
And so, at six years old I was sent to Miss Lavinia Gooding's Academy for the Gifted. At first I resented my parents for sending me away, I figured they must have hated me, and I was too young to fully understand the situation. But as I grew older I realized that it wasn't their fault. It was to protect me. It was where every child like me was sent when their gift started to become uncontrollable. Then I started to resent myself. Why did I have to be one of the "Gifted" ones? Why couldn't I have been born normal so I could live a normal life like ninety percent of the world did? Over time, I grew to accept that as well, and then the only thing I resented was the fact that I would never play my music outside the academy walls.
So why was I born with pink hair when it had absolutely nothing to do with my gift? I have no idea. But my hair is pink and I play music and I'm okay with that. In fact, the music part I love. The hair part I've grown used to. It's a part of who I am. It defines me. Which is why I'll never change it. Just like I'll never play my music outside these academy walls. I don't think much of anything in my life will change. Or at least I didn't, until one day one of the students disappeared and the gate was found wide open. The gate we were told never to pass through.

Author's note: Okay, so this was kind of a spur of the moment story I thought up just for Wattpad, so I apologize if it seems rushed or not well put together. It's still a work in progress, but I hope you enjoyed this little snippet! Please feel free to vote and comment and let me know your opinions!