Note: First off, I would like to say that everything that happens in this story is, to my knowledge, not real. Some of the characters, including the guys from Mariana's Trench, are real people but the events are fiction. I do not own any lyrics. I just really love the band, and this story idea came to mind and I thought it would be a good idea. Anyway, this is my first fan fic, but you don't have to be gentle. Tell me how you feel about it. Well, hope you enjoy it!
"If the points to never disappoint you, somebody's got to tell me what to do. I just wish you could have seen me when it came so easy." Cadence had her eyes closed, tight, keeping out the light and focusing on the words of the song, blocking everything else out. She even tried to force-stop the hot tears from cascading from her eyes, but she should have known that wasn't going to work. It never did, not when she was as worked up as she was at the moment. All over something so…insignificant, which she told herself time and time again, when it happened every day. Like clockwork. She always told herself that just because her grandparents were insensitive jack ass's didn't mean that she had to give them the satisfaction of seeing her cry. But, like always, the words got to her, like they were meant to, and she ended up the same as always: up in her room, tears leaking out of her eyes at the waste of space that she was, and listening to her favorite music to try and make herself feel better.
And it was starting to work. As Josh Ramsay's lyrical voice filtered through her ears, a little smile came to her face and the tears started to slow. They didn't stop completely, but they did go from a flow to a trickle. The music that was Mariana's Trench had always had a way of making her happy at her low times. Probably because every song told a story of sorts, and she could always connect to their music in ways that she couldn't for most others. Like any other "trencher" that loved the band to the same degree that she did, she read and watched as many interviews and clips on you tube as she could. It still wasn't enough, seeing as how she was unlucky enough not to live in Canada. She simply couldn't wait till they started touring in the states.
Calmed down now after listening to one of her favorite songs, Perfect, she walked over to her dresser and took the head phones out of her ears, opting to put her iPod touch into the dock. As the music and sound filled her room, she looked at herself in the mirror.
Cadence had been trained by her guardians (she hated admitting, even to herself, that she was related to them) to loathe the face that she saw in the mirror, and though she tried not to, she still did. Practically speaking, it wasn't like she was a horrible sight to see. Her dark brown hair was always brushed, clean, and up in a pony tail most of the time. She was tall for a girl, hitting 5'8, and though she really couldn't say that she was skinny, it wasn't like she was fat either. She was just…proportionate with her size. But, as her grandparents liked to remind her every day, people her age didn't want to have friends that weren't thin and couldn't fit into size 2's of the newest trends. It was no wonder she didn't have any friends, they always liked to say. She always fought against the snide comments they made, but when you heard something all the time, day in and day out, you inevitably just started to believe it.
She refused to wear make up most of the time, not wanting to take the time in the morning to put something on that no one was going to notice anyway, opting instead to leave her chocolate brown eyes uncovered. Of course, wearing glasses like she did, it wasn't practical to put eye make up on anyway. She looked at her clothes critically, eyeing her skinny jeans with holes in the knee, and her Mariana's Trench band tee. Yea, she didn't fit in with a lot of her peers, but she didn't think that there was anything extremely wrong with what she looked like. Not until she got her dose of emotional abuse from her guardians every day.
Cadence sighed and walked back to her bed, flopping down on her stomach and just hiding her head in the pillows. She guessed her life wasn't so bad, when you thought about people that were actually homeless, or being physically abused, or starving to death. She had a roof over her head and a job at the local grocery store. She had graduated from high school last year, and when she had enough money and time saved, she would start community college. She turned over on her back and wiped the drying tears out from under her eyes. It was going to be dinner time soon, and she didn't want them questioning her on why her eyes were so red. She especially didn't want to see the barely veiled gleam of delight in their eyes.
As her favorite music filtered through her room, she still couldn't believe that she had entered the contest that MT had hosted a few weeks ago. She had seen the ad on a you tube video: they wanted everyone to enter videos on why they thought that they should be the lucky fan to get to hear part of the new album that they were working on, and whoever had the best video and/or explanation would get to come to the studio in Vancouver, meet them, and get a preview. Of course, she had made a video with her iPod, unable to stop herself. But, she already knew she wasn't going to win. Mariana's Trench was big in Canada, and they probably had thousands of Canadian fans sending in tapes. Those people wouldn't have to travel very far, and the more she thought about it, the more she thought that her reasons had sounded lame and stupid. Better just to forget about it and think about more important things, like how she was going to get through another round of dinner with her guardians without ripping her hair out.
The only reason she was still living with her grandparents was because she didn't have enough money to get her own place yet. But in time, she would, and when she did, she would leave the only people who could take her in after her parents died. And she wouldn't look back.