For once...I wanted to write about something other than murder, monsters and assassins. This is a story -or at least the beginning of a story- that has something to do with my own life.
And as I grow as a writer, I want for everyone here to see my grow, not only as a writer, but also as an adult who can hold her own even when it comes to her family.
The world deserves to learn about those who took a while to bloom into the person who people always thought that they could be.
And I know, I will do whatever it takes to open the eyes of my readers. And introduce them all to my world and the worlds of those that have yet to speak about their own stories.
I don't own Ouran High School Host Club. I'm pretty sure if I did it would be way kinkier.
Prologue:
Rose Kuro has always been seen as a sensitive person. Even her mother and sisters thought she lacked to ability to be strong. As if she was made of glass and not the strong metal they were made from.
They never saw when she got angry. When things got bad for her and all she wanted to was shout and scream. Nothing would go right. Everything was pathetic and wrong, not even worth her time.
Every day she fights for something more than what they see. Her entire being aches to be something more than the broken girl that hides in her room in the dark. She wasn't meant to be the sister that never got dressed up. Or who never stayed silent in the corner at a crowded party.
Rose knew she was meant for something more than what they -and even herself at times- thought of her.
And yet as the day goes by, she remains hidden behind the thick empty walls of her bedroom. The stale white color as uninteresting as her family thinks she is. Or maybe it was more as the symbol of the overwhelming innocence that she was branded with at a young age.
She was stuck. The routines of her bland life making her feel rather...looped, strung together to her childish past. Stuck playing the same old video, over and over again.
And even though it was determined long ago that she didn't want to be stuck in her loop forever, it gets harder to grow her can't seem to advert there judgement gazes for a second so she could get a chance to do something different for a change.
Maybe there's a reason that even she feels like things have yet to change.
Thank you all for reading this prologue. More of the story will be coming your way as soon as I can update it. Music will be included in many chapters because music is a passion that i adore.
Anyways, reviews would be loved! Until next time.
