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Location
Outskirt school

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[I]“Vae Lynn SaDabilio! Come downstairs right this moment!” The older man shouted from the bottom step. It was no surprised the woman was mad. After all the child had once again messed up. She known better than to dump all the alcohol in the house, yet for some reason the fox seemed to have told her to do. Granted the creature was unable to speak but the head motions towards the fridge and the sink was a very good indication. Question was would her father believe such a tale?

Slowly the young child walked down the steps, forcing her small feet to drag behind, just to make the punishment seem almost nonexistent. As if this method would actually help. Every second wasted was much better than going through another round of his favorite game. Smacking the back of the little girl’s head while calling her useless and stupid. Which always seemed to turn into just snaking the kid anywhere a mark would show. Every day was the same regardless. Even after it all ended she would have to hide the evidence away from her mother, just so the woman wouldn't ask questions. “You hurry down those stairs Vae!” He shouted.

[Color=cc6600]”Coming Papa. I'm just making sure my toys are gather up. I don't want you slipping on them again.”[/color] Vae remarked finally hurrying down the staircase.

“We both know you're too useless to even know if you did!” He screamed in frustration before throwing a vase toward the other wall. This in turn made the child jump from her spot. It wasn't unusual for the man to become violent after not having a single drink. The girl shivered in fear as he walked closer. Hands raised, as if her father was ready for a fight, installing more fear inside the girl.[/I]
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[Color=cc6600]” Who hasn't hurt me?”[/color] She mumbled as her fingers played, what seemed like random notes. Though if one listened hard they would hear all the emotions she held. Pain, regret, sorrow, and anger lingering within her heart for years. Scars scattered her skin while playing the game of survival. Another few notes were played as thoughts rushed through the young woman's head.

[Color=cc6600]”It started when I was a child. My father would harm my mother when she would refuse getting his drink. Granted the problem started heavily when I was born.”[/color] The girl whispered as more notes played. [Color=cc6600]”Funny thing is when they divorced I was beginning to think the harm would stop, than I met my mother's lover. The woman seemed to care for us. Mother was happy and at the time this was all I could ask for.”[/color]

The song slowly took a source tone as she stopped speaking, as if to gather the scattered thoughts inside her head. The girl blinked a few times while a wrong note screeched loudly. Yelling and screaming flooded her ears. A teacher, who preferred perfection in music, instead of knowing the person behind it, the one who mattered most. Nia would notice Vae restart from the start. Replaying each part about 3 times. As if to rememberize each  section before playing the final piece for the audience.

[Color=cc6600]”Her children blamed us for their parent's divorce. Their grandmother wanted her child to fall in love with a much better person. Talentless Native Americans being apart of a rich talent filled family. That was until she found out our talents. We were displayed for fun like living dolls. Do you know how that feels? How trapped one would be?”[/color]
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