Once upon a lullaby chapter35

"Ok the votes have been counted." Yuki smiled at the front of the classroom. "For the cultural event we will be doing a concert. He smiled apologetically at me, EURGH! My head fell into my hands. Well, as long as I don't have to sing... "Auditions will be held tonight so sign your name here." And he held up a piece of lined paper. "Thank you and good luck." His smile sent every girls heart racing... well except mine. The bell rang and the chatter started as girls and boys all pushed to the front to scrawl down their names. "Nami?" Yuki asked hesitantly walking towards me. "I was just wondering if you knew anybody who could write songs. The student council came up blank." His smile was TOO angelic.

"If you want me to write you some songs you just needed to ask, let me guess it was you who found my old songbook and put it in the totally wrong place?" I asked almost smirking. Yuki looked like a naughty little boy who had just been caught in the act of taking some sweets.

"I thought I had put it in the right place." He scowled. "I'm sorry nami, are you sure? Will you really write us some songs?" He smiled at me looking pleased.

"Yeah, of course." I sighed grabbing my bag. "I won't have to sing them so there is no problem at all."

"Hey nami are you coming for lunch?" Kyo asked grabbing my arm.

"Yeah, let's go." And we walked out together.

"NAMI!" Jessu ran towards me. "I GOT IT! IM THE LEAD SINGER FOR THE CONCERT!" she was yelling, luckily I had stayed behind to wait for yuki as he was judging.

"Well done." I ran towards her and we hugged. "I suppose it's you who will be singing my songs then. Well if it's you I won't be bothered." I smiled. Its true if its jessu who will be singing my lyrics then that makes me better.

"I'm so excited but I have one itsy bitsy favour to ask you." She looked at me with puppy dog eyes. "I need to borrow your guitar."

"WHAT!" I gasped shocked.

"I know I'm sorry, but my guitar has been wrecked and the school ones are terrible so please... it's not like you use it." She was right... but the guitar was bought for me by my mother. She told me to keep it always... until my family told me to not sing.

"Ok." I sighed in defeat. I mean I don't use it, and it will need to be played or it won't work.

"Well done jessu you were truly amazing." Yuki walked out threw front building. After listening to them two talk about the concert we walked home... with my past still on my mind.

"Nami-chann x" My mother called skipping into my bedroom were my 13 teddies had a tea party. "I bought you a present." She had a huge grin on her face and was so excited I was surprised she hadn't already blown it.

"I'm still sure an acoustic one would have been better." My dad walked in with a huge grin on his face too. I remember wondering what was going on but my face lit up when they pulled a huge black guitar case through the door. It was bigger than me being as I was 7. I lifted the gorgeous purple star shaped guitar out its case and it felt right. I picked up the pick to match and I started to play; it came naturally, I was never taught I just knew. And then I sung, my mother told me it was the cutest thing she had ever heard, my family praised me as they listened to the constant songs played over and over again. I would write my own lyrics and I loved my guitar. It was my safe harbour, when I was sad I would sing. It was my friend; I would play when I was happy. It was the only gift from my parents that I ever kept.

But then I was 13 and it changed.

It was 5 months after the 'incident' and I was home alone. Id wrote lyric after lyric and I caged everybody out. Singing was all I had, so that's all I did. But haku came to visit me one time; I was in the middle of singing when the door opened. Seeing me playing my guitar he snapped.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING!?" he slapped me across the face. I had dropped my guitar on my bed and was scared stiffless. "Are you that arrogant, are you that full of yourself that you will play using a guitar that your mother; the one that YOU killed, even after she is dead?" He kept slapping me; I would have bruises in the morning. He grabbed the cuff of my shirt and pushed me against the wall.

"You can't sing anymore, you're not allowed. The family has forbidden you, you don't deserve anything happy. You couldn't even sing anyway. You will be punished even if you are going to live, remember I have that 'skill' that scares you." I remember the fear flooding into my face. "Yes," He whispered. "My shadow power, if you don't watch out my power will engulf you and your stupid petty ways and you will die. So watch it." And he let go of my shirt and swiftly exited.

I fell to the floor and cried. I believed him, I pretty much believed anyone. So I know it's stupid that I won't sing now, even after so long... but I'm scared. I'm scared of upsetting people; I'm too scared that people will criticize my singing... I might not be any good at it anymore... so I won't sing, it's not worth it.

This chapter was short but only coz there wasn't much to put in. OMG CULTURAL FESTIVAL NEXT CHAPTER! And dun dun dunnnnnnnnn what's gonna go wrong this time