~Time forward~
The next day was the first day for me to attend the pink hell. When I got there I realized I was 30 minutes early. 'great now what am I going to do.' I walked to class forget it. I got into the class room, and there sitting at the back of the room, was none other than Mr. Ootori himself. I walked in and sat down not paying him any attention, since he didn't even look up at me. I continued listening to my music, I put the song I recorded right before I left on my mp3 player to make sure it sounded go and I was listening to it now. The cord progression and way the music combined was amazing I fell in love with the song the first time I sang out the lyrics. As I listened to the finished work I fell in love all over again. This was my favorite so far.
Made a wrong turn once or twice
Dug my way out, blood and fire
Bad decisions, that's alright
Welcome to my silly life
Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood
Miss 'No way, it's all good'
It didn't slow me down.
Mistaken, always second guessing
Underestimated, look I'm still around
Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than fucking perfect
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing, you're fucking perfect to me
You're so mean (so mean) when you talk (when you talk)
About yourself. You were wrong.
Change the voices (change the voices) in your head (in your head)
Make them like you instead.
So complicated,
Look how we all make it.
Filled with so much hatred
Such a tired game
It's enough, I've done all I could think of
Chased down all my demons
I've seen you do the same
(Oh oh)
Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than fucking perfect
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing, you're fucking perfect to me
The whole world's scared, so I swallow the fear
The only thing I should be drinking is an ice cold beer
So cool in lying and we try, try, try but we try too hard
And it's a waste of my time.
Done looking for the critics, cause they're everywhere
They don't like my jeans, they don't get my hair
Exchange ourselves and we do it all the time
Why do we do that, why do I do that (why do I do that)?
(Yeah! Oh!)
Oh, pretty, pretty, pretty
Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than fucking perfect
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing, you're fucking perfect to me
(You're perfect, you're perfect)
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing, you're fucking perfect to me.
Just as soon as the final note ended the bell rang. I stopped my music and pulled out my head phones, and draped them around my neck. I had managed to convince the headmaster to let me wear my own clothes as long as they were tasteful.
~Kyouya's POV~
As I was sitting in class this morning waiting for everything to start, Anne… I mean Tabby walked in to the room. She wasn't wearing the school uniform, however I knew she could afford to buy one. She was wearing a black and blue plaid skirt three inches above her knees, a white button down lace shirt, with a blue tank top under it that matched the blue in her skirt; she also had on white knee high socks and black calf high boots. She looked rather good in what she was wearing, but I wondered why she didn't have on the uniform. I noticed that she had headphones in so I didn't bother her. I didn't know what she was listening to but she seemed really into whatever it was. Soon the bell rang and the teacher and class came in.
~Tabby's POV~
When the teacher came in he had me come to the front. He wanted me to introduce myself to the class. Ugh I hate this.
"Hi I am Anne Tabbythah Boleyn, please call me Tabby. I am here on a music scholarship. Apparently because I have learned 14 instruments and working on the 15th makes me like a musical prodigy or something like that. Does anyone have any questions for me?"
"Wait you know how to play 14 instruments, like have mastered them or just know how to play them?"
"Well I have taken Beethoven's Für Elise and transposed it into a format for all the ones I can play, which by the way if you didn't know it's only really meant for the piano and ones with similar cord progression. SO I guess you could say I have mastered them all. I really don't see what the big deal is, I just love music."
"You are amazing."
"Thank you."
"You may be seated Miss Boleyn."
I walk to my seat and the teacher starts class. School was just as boring as always. I was good at school, but it wasn't music, my life. All I wanted was to make people feel something, all my parents wanted was more money. I wanted to find someone who didn't care someone who wanted dreams to come true and not worry about money. I pulled off the jacket I was wearing over my shirt, just because, and my left arm showed six lines drawn in sharpie, pink; orange; green; purple; blue; and black. I didn't really care if anyone asked about them I would gladly tell them.
"Miss… I am sorry Tabby, what is that you have there on your arm?" I looked over to Kyouya who had asked the question.
"Oh those," turning my wrist so he could see better, "they represent self-harmers. On the left mean you have self-harmed and on the right means you support them, but not in the way that encourages them to keep going, for those that wish for them to find others way to release it."
"So by your marks being on the left I take that to mean you either harm yourself now or used to."
"That is correct, once my parents starting pushing me real hard with the whole music thing I became super depressed. I even lost my love for music, but one day I walked in on my older sister, and saw her wrist slashed opened all the way down her arms. I rushed over to her in attempt to help her but it was too late she had already lost too much blood. She looked up at me tears falling from her eyes, and said, 'I know you have been doing it too, please promise me you will stop. Put your heart and soul into your music like you used to, don't give up like this.' It was that day that I stopped cutting and burning myself and decided I would make music that helped people like me and my sister."
~Kyouya's POV~
The story Tabby just told me was truly sad and I felt bad for her, but I was known for being callous and mean to people, why would I change just for her.
"I have no record of you having an older sister."
Instead of getting mad, like most would she chuckled and said, "that's because my father made sure all record of her was removed from our history, everything all her medical records from the day she was born till the day she died, and school records everything like she never existed. He didn't want she suicide mar the family name."
"Ah I see." I totally understand her father's reason, it didn't make it any less cruel but my father would do the very same. I wondered what part of her body held the scars from her self-harming since I didn't see any on her wrists, but seeing as she is left handed maybe they are on the other side. Tabby was a beautiful girl I hate to think that she had visible scars, but with the fact that no one other than her sister seemed to know, they might be in a place that she could hide them rather easily. Something inside of me wanted to slowly remove every inch of her clothes to find them. I shook my head to get the thoughts of her out of my head.