Your What My Melody Sounds Like

Hey Love bugs I hope you enjoy this story as much as I am I will try to update frequently. This is my first story tell me how I do and be sure to vote!! Love you all!!!

Prologue~
I remember it so clearly I was 13 my older sister 15. Mom and dad were arguing..again but this time was different. This time dad left no goodbyes all he said was we were all a mistake. That hurt. Mom started to drink leaving us to fend for ourselves. Whenever she came home she would slap us and yell for the smallest things. My sister hung herself a month later, didn't even say goodbye. I started to cut to cry myself to sleep and always was negative. My music was the only thing that made me feel less alone in the world I pushed everyone away and was taken in by a couple a few blocks away. Never forgetting always getting flashbacks that were so real and never being able to escape the pain. That's my life and the truth is life sucks no matter how many good things can happen it still sucks.

«Present day»

Today is the first day of school I dread it. Everyone stares at me trys to show sympathy but I don't want there sympathy they don't understand me and what I've been through. I walk to school by myself, hands on the ends of my sleeves making sure they don't rise up. My old group of friends used to try to talk to me but eventually gave up. As I'm walking to school dreading every step I take I put my headphones in. I turn it on shuffle and blast it. Music takes me away it understands me I connect to it easily, it doesn't push me, leave me or hurt me, if anything it helps me in ways a lot of people don't understand. Looking up I realise I have reached the school. Taking a deep breath I brace myself for the dreaded day I have to face. I start to walk pushing open the heavy doors and going to my assigned locker. Quickly I grab my stuff for my first hour class and go to bathroom locking myself in one of the stalls. People stare at me due to my past it overwhelms me. A few tears slip from as I slid down the stalls wall music still blasting. The bell rings all I want is to go home and be alone in my room. But I force myself up slowly. I walk to my first class of the day and sit in the back of the class, usually I'm the only one sitting back there but on the other end of the room a boy sits there. Like me he has his headphones in music blasting, right away I feel a connection, and that's how it all began