Disclaimer: Don't own Phantom do own Sola ( pronounced shawl- uh( It's a Nigerian name and I'm Nigerian))

My only release was music. I sat in my room playing music and when I couldn't play, I fingered my notes in the air(A/N: I actually do this). In band I was second alto sax and first chair bari. I spent all my time worrying about my music, my tone quality, where I should buy my reeds, whatever i could do to make myself better. In addition to playing sax, I sometimes sang. I taught myself proper embouchure (way you hold your mouth)and posture while singing. Many things about playing an instrument and singing were similar. Altogether, music was my life.

The reason I turned to music was because my mother hated me and called me all sorts of names, but being 17 years old and living with that my whole life, I've tuned it out. My mother and father were still married, but he worked out of state so I only saw him once a week. On those days my mother was nice to me. Any other day I was her prey.

"Sola! Get down here!"That was my Mom.

"You need to clean the house."

"But I already did!"

"Well do it again!"

"Yes Mom."

As walked downstairs, I noticed that the house I had just cleaned up no less than an hour ago, was a complete and total mess. Before my mother could yell at me again, I quick began to quickly clean the mess.

As I cleaned the mess my Mom walked up behind me and as I turned around, she slapped me.

"Ow! What was that for?"

"Because you're ugly," she answered. "Your face is absolutely disgusting and you will NEVER amount to anything!" You hear that? ANYTHING!"and with that she spit in my face."Go to your room. You're too ugly to look at this late at night. You give me a headache."

Holding in silent tears, I walked to my room. When I got to my room I cried into my pillow as I did most nights.

After I cried myself to sleep I saw a man. There was a beautiful young woman walking away with a young man from a middle aged man who was wearing a mask.

"I wonder why he's wearing a mask..." I thought to myself.

As she walked away he cried. I felt pain tug at my heartstrings. No matter who he is or what he's done he does not deserve to be left like that.

Inside I cried for him. I thought my life was bad, but I at least had people I could fall back on.

He looked as if he did not what to do with himself.

"He must have really loved her..."

All of a sudden he broke out into tears again. Then I saw him walk into a room.

In the room was a pattern of diagonalized (ten sides) mirrors.

Slowly but surely he began to sweat. At first a little, but then profusely.

He soon was panting from thirst. He tried punching the mirrors to get out but it did not work. He cried out in frustration.

I woke up. She was sweating like crazy from the disturbing dream she had. Not that it was scary or anything, it was the fact that I had a dream about a man I didn't even know! And he was committing suicide at that! I had to do something to get my mind of him.

I started to sing a song of the top of my head.

Wishing that someone would hear me,

As I sit here all alone,

No one could see me,

Let alone love me,

My family denied me,

I am not a person,

Always in pain I can't escape,

Why won't the past just die,

WHY WON'T THE PAST JUST die?

And with that I fell back asleep.

A/N: Boy am I trying hard at this. Please tell me if my character is Mary Sue-ish.