You Are My Melody
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There was a time when I could show my love to music, where I could play with my mum on piano. But then the accident happen, if you can even call that and accident, where my mum lost her life because of my dad.
Now anything to do with music was not allowed in our house.
If dad hears even a small hum, their are consequences.
But the problem is that... the music is within me. I crave it. I want it. I need it. Since I was a child I showed my emotions through music. Without it I feel like an empty shell.
And that is exactly why every day I take off my make up that dad requires me to wear, take out my contacts and put on my glasses, wear baggy sweatshirts and voilà you would never recognise me. Then I sneak out of the house and head to town where, as my dad would say, the peasants live. That is where I found this small cafe not too long ago where they put up small concerts every now and then. For now I am just sitting and watching but my aim is to one day stand there and play.
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Ok so i just wanted to say that:
1. unless anyone ever reads this book I will probably not continue it :'(
2. This is my first book
3. English is not my first language
4. I suck at writing
5. I was bored so I wrote this
6. This should be a romantic story but we'll see how it turns out XD
7. I came up with this story because of an anime called Given ♡♡♡ recommend it if you like yaoi and music.
8. Hope you enjoy reading
9. Feel free to give me suggestions on how to improve this story
10. Oh and even if you tell me that this story sucks I already know that so don't waist your presious time XD
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As I leave, the cold British wind greets me. I zip up my sweater, and start walking home. Thanks to my parents, I don't have a car. "You're too irresponsible for a car, Courtney. You can always save up for one once you leave this house," my father had scoffed when I asked him. I walk at a fast pace, hoping to avoid any random strangers lurking in the dark streets. "Hey, darling. What are you doing all alone in the dark?" I hear a voice ask. I pick up his deep, British accent. I ignore him, and start jogging. Just a few more streets... I hear his swift feet, and he grabs me from behind, pressing a wet cloth on my face. He drags me behind a building. My muffled screams are the only noise in the silent night. I try to break from his strong, yet careful hold. I wiggle under his grip, but he only lets out a sigh. "Shhhhh...don't scream...everything will be alright...shhhh..." he whispers. I feel warm tears slide down my face, and my eyesight blurs, and I stop screaming and escaping. The last thing I see are the swaying trees. Then... DARKNESS... ✯✯✯✯✯ 19-year-old Courtney Thompson hates her life. From her annoying stepmother, to her overprotective father. The only thing that keeps her alive is her brother and reading. She's always wanted to die, but after being kidnapped, all she wants is to live. Her kidnapper is beyond amazing. From the good looks, to his niceness. But that's what he is...a kidnapper. A killer. A stalker. ✯Will she fall for him, even if he kidnapped her?✯ ✯Will she find out the countless secrets that he hides?✯ ✯Will she escape?✯ Will she fall victim to... STOCKHOLM SYNDROME? ✯✯✯✯ © DorkaliciousDama13 2016 Please don't copy. This book is original, and it comes from a place called "BRAIN". Plus...you'll be in BIG trouble if you copy my book. I don't own 1D. (❤I Wish❤...)
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