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Celine
I've played violin since I was five. I wanted to play the flute, but dad never let me. I know, it's pretty much the same excuse every time. It'd remind him too much of mom, who died when I was little.
Dad's a preacher, and we live in the house that's only a field away from the church he went to as a boy. I hate the thought of living there. I may be a preacher's daughter, but I'm in no way a religious person.
Nor do I deserve to be, seeing as how I'm a reject in God's eyes. Why? I'm different. How? Water. I know that's a stupid answer, but it's true. Whenever I feel a powerful emotion, like rage, sadness, or joy, something, anything that contains water, floods. I've struggled for years to keep it from my father, but it's becoming difficult.
Humans are emotional wrecks by nature. No one can escape their feelings; a normal person's fine with that most of the time. I'm not. I want to stop feeling, just to get the water to stop ruining my life. But it will never stop…I know it won't.
I guess the only time I'm ever at peace with it and myself is when I'm practicing my violin. The church we live across from…I use it as my music studio. It's old and practically rundown. No one goes there anymore. At least…I didn't think so.
A/N: How was that? I hope this fic is okay. I get a feeling it's not gonna be all that popular. I hope it will be. Anyway, next chapter: Two worlds collide (quite literally) when Celine and Sylar meet up. See ya then!