Hey! Thank you for everyone who read my (short... sorry) prologue! Here is chapter 1 of my new story! Enjoy!
I don't own Soul Eater
Chapter 1 ~ What's The Point?
Soul Evans, the second son in the Evans family. His family was known to be the best musicians in the world. He played the piano, his brother, Wes Evans played the violin. People, strangers, music critics, they all say the same thing. "Soul Evans has no talent in music." His family always pushed him to be just like his brother. He could never do it though, it was impossible. He then quiet playing the piano and his family hated him at home. But to keep the family known for music, he would play once in a while. He would sit there and play. On the outside he was happy and enjoying music as his life. But deep inside he wish it could all end. He wished he never touch this thing in the first place. His parents were always yelling at him.
"Why can't you play again?" 'Cause I hate it…'
"Why won't you play? It's bad for the family name." 'So I have to play just because of my name…'
"Why can't you be like your brother?" 'Cause I want to be my own person…'
"I cannot believe how selfish you are?" 'Selfish, me? You guys are being the selfish ones…'
"Your being a stubborn about this. You need to play!" 'I hate it though…'
"Soul you are an Evans!" 'I know, and I don't want to be one…'
"Why are you even alive?" 'I'm trying to figure that out myself too…'
Soul has heard these before, but they keep on repeating them to him. 'Why am I even alive? What is my reason?'
~ Present Day ~
I woke up from a dream that he hated. "Damn those stupid dreams of those people again, geez. What if I don't want to play anymore?" I said. I got out of bed, brushed his teeth and hair, and went downstairs for breakfast. I looked at the table. There sat my mother, father, and brother. I took his seat at the end of the table far away from them. "Wes I'm proud of you at the concert we held. Amazing performance." My father said. "Thank you father, I will be practicing today so I can better." Wes said eating his food. I snorted at his statement. My food was place in front of me. "Soul you should be more like Wes." His mother started. 'Here we go again…' I thought. "He is always determined to practice more and more. You should practice today too." I looked at his mother. "What if I don't?" I asked. "Well it was just an idea. No matter how many times I try with you, you never seem to play." My mother said. "Well thanks for the food," I said getting up. "I'm going to go out." And just like that I left. "Soul what are we going to do with him?" I heard my mother say.
I put on my jacket and headed outside. I wanted to go find a place to clear my mind. As I walked around I saw people staring and pointing at me. I knew they were judging me. "Hey isn't that the boy from the Evans family who hates music." "I heard they don't like his excites there." I walked like I didn't hear them. I would have made a rude comment and say something like, "Take a picture it last longer!" or look back and glare at them. But I didn't and walked it off. I came across a park and since he had nothing better to do he went in and walked around. I came to a spot where there was a small stone wall. I rested his arms on them and looked at the view. You could see the whole town. I looked down. I saw what looked like and endless drop.
"Why am I even here?" I asked myself. "No one even appreciates me. I'm just compared to my older brother or told to live my family name. I can't do anything I want to do. I don't even know what my motivation in life is?" I sighed. I jumped onto the stone wall. His feet were almost off the edge. I looked up to the sky. "God please," I started. "Show me a reason why I should still live my life. Give me sign, anything. I hate my life so show me a reason on why I should continue it. Why I should go on!" I yelled. I stood there and looked around. I then waited a minute, then two, then three. After fifteen minutes of standing there I sighed. "There is no reason huh? If I just died now, no one would care." I then lifted his foot to take a step. But before that happened, a gust of wind pushed me back. I fell back on my butt. I stood up and looked around. 'Still nothing huh? Of course…' I thought and continued where I left off, until. "STOP!" someone yelled. I turned around. To my surprise I saw a girl. She was wearing a short white dress that went to her knees and thin straps on her shoulder. She had ash blonde hair two pigtails tied by white ribbons. She looked to be my age. What confused me was that she had no shoes or jacket despite the cold weather, and that she looked almost transparent. "Wh-what are you doing?" she said with a worried expression. I jumped down in front of her.
"Why do you care?" he said shoving his hands in his pockets.
"You were just about to kill yourself." She said.
"That's none of your business." I said.
"Look I know that you're going through a tough time, but this isn't the answer. I know!" She said. I was shocked and looked at the girl.
"How do you know I'm going through a tough time? But more importantly, what do you mean 'I know'?" I said looking at her like she was crazy.
"Because," she said looking at the ground. "I killed myself. I'm a ghost."
Chapter 1 is done! (Funny how that rhymes) I hope it's good. I will post randomly with this story. My other story I'm also doing, I post new chapter every Saturday (Never Alone).
Tell me what you think and if I should countiue. Please R&R!