See that girl that sits in the back? She's filled with secrets, secrets and facts. She was never loved, and always teased. Except for that boy who did whatever he pleased. She never knew why she was one in a crowd. Perhaps, weirdos and losers weren't allowed. He just disagreed, for he loved her too much. She was beautiful, she had his heart. See that girl that sits in the back? Today her heart was mended when she said she loved him back.

"Cliché Will Stay" by Evelyn

Four Weeks Ago

Ally…

"Ally? Ally dear, wake up."

Who was that? Where did I recognize that soft voice? It seemed strangely familiar. I slowly opened my eyes to see a lady above me. She looked like a regular lady, but something about her glowed. The way she smiled, the waviness in her long, brown hair, the sparkle in her eyes.

But yet I doubted it. "Who are you?"

Her smile faltered, her eyes lost some of its light. The glow around still stayed radiant. "I know we haven't known eachother for long, Ally. But you should still know who I am."

"Mom?" I whispered, my voice sounding raspy. She nodded and her smile returned. And so did mine, but it didn't stay for long. "Mom! Why aren't you here? Do you know whats been going on?" I was about to lift up my sleeves and show her the bruises, but she stopped me by setting her hand on my arm. Suddenly, it was like my injuries were non-existant.

"I know." She said gravely. "And none of this is your fault, Allyson. I know your father has been rough on you but its just something your going to have to deal with."

My eyes welled up with tears. "Why can't I just join you? I have no education, no family, no reason to live."

"Ssh," She comforted. "There is a reason why you are still here. Your time on Earth is not finished yet, you still have more to live for."

"And you didn't?"

She sighed. "All things happen for a reason, and it was just my time to go. But I know that you need to stay here or it'll affect the rest of your life."

"Why?" I had finished wiping of remainding tears from my face.

"Because, there is someone out there as lonely as you are. And in his heart he is searching for you. And whether you know it or not you are searching for him too."

I heard a noise from downstairs and looked over at my door to make sure it was closed, when I looked back she was gone. Gone just like she was sixteen years ago.

I bolted up, dried tears on my face. I looked all around my room but everything was the same. I lifted up my sleeves, the bruises and scars were still there. I looked over at my beaten up clock and saw it was 7:00. Why had I gotten up so early?

It hurt to get up. My leg was sprained and I had purple bruises cover every inch of me. I decided to stay in bed. I would make noise if I got up on my leg and if I made noise, dad would probably come upstairs with the belt.

As you can see, my life isn't exactly a bowl of cherries. If anything it's a greasy container of moldy raisins. It was always this way, for as long as I can remember. I never remember being loved by anyone.

My mom died from childbirth, but I ended up being okay. I never knew my mom, all I know is my dad was an addictive alcoholic after that. He took care of me as a baby. He gave me baby formula, and changed my diapers. But other than that he never gave me any attention. If I cried during the night, he would yell at me to shut up. I didn't know anything of it.

When I was four, my dad got really bad with his drug use. After mom died he was just stressed out, but now he had no job. We couldn't pay the rent, and I had meal proportions that could've been for a cat. He never sent me to school, he always ignored me and I always stayed inside my tiny room. I felt like the Harry Potter of the house, locked up from the rest of the world.

I taught myself how to read, and how to write with the help of a friend. A friend I met while wondering the streets. She always wondered why I had never seen her, and I meet with her sometimes when my dad is passed out. She taught me school subjects like Math and Science and English. Trish De La Rosa was my best friend.

Then one day, she said she learned about music. I knew what it was. It was that pretty sound that could constantly changed from classic, to rock, to country. To anything. I was wondering the streets of Miami and I heard the speakers blast with this music. Trish also gave me a small radio for my birthday, so I could hear this music whenever I want. Of course I had to listen to it very quietly or my dad would start screaming at me.

I've gone to Trish's house before, and in her living room there was a piano. I've heard about them before, they are one of the prettiest instruments I have ever heard. Trish said I could try it out, being the only reason they use the piano is to practice music for church. The piano beckoned me. There were so many keys and I didn't know what to do. At least I thought I didn't. The first time I had laid my hands on the ivory keys, I started playing that sound. I played like I was a professional.

Trish's jaw dropped. And she asked if I had ever had piano lessons before. I told her I had never seen a piano before this day. She didn't believe me. She said when she had tried to play she sounded like a cat strutting across the mixture of keys. Always the wrong tone and just never right, unlike my pitch perfect sound I fell in love with that piano and from then on I started writing songs.

I never thought they were good, I had no one else who would appreciate them but me so I kept them a secret. All my songs were scattered around my room, because I had no where else to keep them. I went to Trish's house frequently to write songs. She didn't mind, neither did her mom, dad, or little brother JJ. They loved having me over, and sometimes they would even let me stay for dinner. I took advantage of that considering she never had proper nourishment.

My dad found out though. I never realized he knew until I came home and he was waiting. He was drunk but he was an angry drunk. And that is when things started getting physical. It was bad enough when he screamed at me, but I never knew he hated me this much. He blamed me for mom dying. He says I should have never been born. I was a mistake. And I believed it. I cried when he hit me, and cursed at me, and pushed me down on the floor. He left me with a scar on my cheek, a black eye, bruises all over, and a broken wrist. I cried at first, but I realized I deserved the pain. I had always asked him for more food when he couldn't afford any, I asked him if I could go to school so I could be with Trish. He said it wasn't worth it and we couldn't waste our money on nothing that could never help us in life. Yet he wasted his money every day downing each bottle as if he would die the next day.

I had believed I deserved all these beatings and all the words he had put into my head, until that dream. That dream was too real, and it told me I didn't deserve this. I had to get away. But I couldn't just leave my dad.

Taking a messenger bag filled with songs, pencils, a few dollars in money, and a jacket, I snuck out the back. I just had to get away for a little bit. No Trish, no dad, just me. I walked along the big and crowded streets of Miami. I had to look for a job, we couldn't live off the government this way. I couldn't live this way.

I looked around for places that were maybe hiring when I heard a sweet sound. All the people's stressed voices were drowned out by another. Another that was singing a beautiful melody and had an acoustic guitar with him. And donation sign on his guitar case that said Please Help.

Just his music won my sympathy vote.

This is officially chapter one! How do you guys like it so far? Next chapter will be Austin's Point of view and how he got here. Thank you so much for all the reviews! Reviewing increases my speed of updating so if you please? Review? Thanks :)

-Evelyn