washburnv12
I was not a very musical person, my mother had told me from a young age. She had placed me in many programs, allowing me to play the piano, the clarinet, the tuba, the sax... really anything that would stimulate the musical part of my brain. It didn't help non that I was tone deaf.
He was trying to destroy me. Destroy everything that I had worked so hard to create. And I just stood there, my mouth agape. What could I possibly do, as he lit fire to the building that held everything? My life. I just watched it burn, turning to nothingness.
i heard the sounds outside my window. i wasnt sure what i was expecting to see. It was unlike i had ever heard before. I peered outside the window, looking at what had made the noises, and there, in the near distance, there was a group of people. People whom I've never seen before. People who most likely wanted me dead.
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