Dreaming in the Dark {Assassination Classroom fan-fic}

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Monotone keys surrounded by monotone walls in such an extravagant building was starting to become monotone to Sara as she sat in front of a grand piano for the first time in months possibly. Yes, months Sara decided after a moment, it had been months by now since her parents untimely death in a car accident. 

Make music from this experience they say, the muses have graced you with this tragedy so write.

It didn't feel right to Sara to use her parents like that. It was too soon, too raw, and she was still too confusing. Being in France was a nice distraction. She traveled for the first month nearly two across France before eventually staying in Paris for the remainder of her break to play music. 

Sara wanted to play she really did she just didn't know what to play anymore no matter what song she played to try to express her feelings began to come out wrong because they weren't her notes or her words. It was as if she was stealing someone else's experience and on looker's still clapped at the prodigious girl but it felt so wrong to Sara for some reason. 

With a deep sigh Sara allowed her fingers to mindlessly run across the keys, thankful now for peace and quiet as one of the adults running the summer music program shied any outsiders and onlookers away allowing Sara to finally be alone. Biting her lip as she took in a deep breath, Sara couldn't help but smile at the sound of the keys. It was an almost eerie and haunting melody but it was beautiful. "I'm afraid I'm too quiet everywhere but my mind." Sara eventually sang, the small bit of poetry she wrote earlier still in the front of her mind. "All i do is scream and and repeat my dreams and anxieties." She continues the rhythm of her words perfect with the music. "But i'd rather cry and die then actually speak what is on my mind-" She continues before the mere fact that she had created something good crossed her mind. 

Sara couldn't help but grin as she pulled her journal out of her backpack on the floor trying her best to remember the little bit of music she played. In a rush of excitement to tell the woman that had been helping her the last few weeks, Madame Babineaux. Quickly collecting her things from the small music room that was assigned to her, Sara made her way across the French music school.

As she turned a corner Sara was halted in her journey as she let out a scream. A woman who usually came to watch Sara and some of the other young talent was on the floor and dead. Her blood was splattered across the hall and was staining the marble floors. Sara's backpack slipped off her shoulders and landed with a soft thud. 

For a moment that was the only sound heard in the hallway until she was ushered away from the mess by Madame Babineaux and Sara couldn't help but note how cold and unaffected her mentor was by the death it was almost as if she had expected it. That unnerved Sara as she was ushered into a different room knowing that she was already being signed up for more sessions with her therapist because of this. 

To be honest Sara wasn't sure what to think. She was just kind of numb. This wasn't the first time she saw a body and it certainly at this rate it wouldn't be last. First it was her grandfather tucked nice and neat into his coffin, her parents on the side of the road after the accident being pulled back by her older siblings, and now this, a woman she didn't really know laid out in a hallway. 

She tapped her fingers against her phone case ignoring the texts from who Sara could only assume were her friends, whether it was Karma or one of her music friends was the real question, but Sara didn't feel like dealing with that at the moment. At some point she saw someone set a glance of water in front of her, but Sara didn't respond for what seemed like hours but was really just a few minutes. 

"I talked to your older brother." Madame Babineaux explained to Sara as she stood the Japanese girl up and began to walk her to her quarters. "You'll stay here for a few extra days to have some more sessions with a therapist before you go back." She explains softly as she guided the girl to sit down in her room. "I'll pull you out of any group activities but you'll have access to any empty music rooms during the rest of your stay." The blonde haired, blue eyed woman explained further as she began to exit the room. 

Soon after Sara was left alone in her room to mull over her own thoughts as she layed on her bed with the only sounds coming from her vinyl player, some british band was playing from the machine and Sara couldn't help but become immersed in the sounds. Eventually, and Sara isn't quite sure how, but she found herself sitting back in the room with the piano with a journal and pen in front of her. The songs or music she creates might not be any good but Sara knew it would be better than trying to take her pain and confusion and shove it into someone else's narrative. Sometimes the words fit, and it truly helped her calm down and forget but she needed to let go of her pain and this was the only way she knew how. 

Before she knew it Sara was playing out a somber and eerie melody that would give someone the chills but it was the lyrics and the way her voice melted against the piano that would really bring someone to tears paired with the pure and raw emotion in the girl's voice. An on looker would be able to hear in her voice that she was living through a personal hell but the music she was creating at the moment wasn't something she would've been able to do without it. 

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Outside of her therapy sessions and her haste trips to get food, Sara stayed in the music room for the remainder of her time except for when her new found friend, Adele, had dragged her across Paris. 

"Sara you can't just go back home exactly the same." Adele tried explaining to her friend as she ushered her into a hair salon.

Sara couldn't help but raise an eyebrow as she looked to the taller girl. "My anxiety and depression got worse."

Sending a glare to Sara, Adele checked them in clearly already having a plan. "That doesn't count. We're going to change your hair then go shopping. You need to be to have a style before your grand debut." Adele explains with a smile. 

"I'm not going to have a debut." Sara told her friend. 

Rolling her eyes as she told the Hairstylist what she wanted done to the both of them she turned back to Sara. "You're definitely going to have one if you continue to write and play original songs like you have been." Adele smiled to her friend really wanting what was best for the talented girl.

Biting her lip slightly she smiled to her friend. "I guess you're right. "

"I know i'm right." Adele corrected with a laugh. 

When everything was all said and done, Sara's locks of hair were no longer their dark brown but a caramel red color that she absolutely loved, practically a new wardrobe that really reflected what Sara actually liked to wear, and a guitar the Adele had urged her to get if she really wanted to pursue song writing.  

For once in a long time Sara actually felt like she was  her own person and she had control over her life.