Soul Evans, born on August Eleventh, sixteen years old.
Ever since Soul could talk he'd been different from all the others. His hair a snow white, and his eyes a maroon red. His family, mother Samantha Leah Evans, and his father Allan Leah Evans lived together in the city, a busy city. And as Soul got older he started to realize his parents stress, the issues they had.
Soul grew up, learning to play many instruments, piano was his best, it stuck with him, but he hated it. The way his parents forced him to play for hours, never giving him a break, his fingers cramping. He had wondered why they made him play so much, there were even nights he would play to the point of a meltdown, tears sliding off his cheeks and padding softly on his fingers as he'd play.
So when the time came he had brought up the subject of why he played so much? Why have him sit in a room all alone, dim lighting and a soft tick for beat? At this question his parents burst at him with fury, his mother standing up and walking over to grab his arm, his father spitting words at him light rapid fire. Soul had never felt more anxious, so scared, where were they taking him? Why are they so mad?
