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Chapter 2 Her

  • I wept sadly like my bruised skin — beatings from my mom were usually worst than now. As I remained sat while she just did the unthinkable, I thought about my life in a broader, more crystalline picture. My cries simmered down when she finished, hugging my knees and trying not to show her my weakness. This was the calamitous parts of life – parts where I just wanted to stand out from the different oceans of all types of people, but according to my mom, it was sinful and unwelcomed in her family.
  • The contentment of how it felt to hold my secret gold microphone I had spent my savings on was indescribable; it was simply the epitome of pure bedazzlement. With a happy smile accompanied by my shimmery brown eyes, I sang my last song to my high school students at the graduation. I grasped the risk and embraced it with everything I had in me - until it had reached to these deteriorated consequences. These beatings my mom made with the goal to tarnish my dreams were still misfired.
  • After months of horribly being beaten to the brink of my death, I still aspired to chase my dream. One night of the many nights I had cried on my bed, I stood up, opened my window and jumped between the bushes with an acceptance letter from Juilliard and a backpack filled with mom's money. I had millions of undesired thoughts about the next morning, but I grew hopeful with my plan to travel to New York for Juilliard and starting a new life filled with music. The reason why I suffered the nights before were the same reasons that made me strong - Juilliard University's acceptance letter that I had applied for so many times. This was my ticket out of the violent livelihood, this was the golden fruit that would give me what I needed-what I craved for.
  • That was where it got me right in front of Juilliard. The most leading and award-winning vocal arts, drama and music. Ecstatic couldn't describe what I felt staring at the beauteous architecture of my home. This was where I belonged all my life, applications after applications, it was me who reached the top of the mountain.
  • I sighed out in satisfaction as my eyes took in every detail of the triangular shaped building with tall glass doors and the red stairways on each side like it was royally customized. My eyes sparkled at people who glided down the stairways with fascinated expressions as they discussed music and drama. I was overwhelmed, nervous and feeling wary - but it was all heavily replaced with joy that I was able to come this far.
  • No more regrets, no more looking back and no more of punishments.
  • With that, I grasped my backpack with an elated smile grin and entered my haven. There were moments in life where dedication was compulsory, and impatience was not an option - moments when you want to sacrifice yourself to the unbearable fights for the thing you solemnly, passionately and willingly love. Eyes twinkling to the posh red carpets and the wide range of spacious wall designs that took the form of cement and designed it with lilacs making art named as power.
  • "Yeah, I still get that look every time I come here to class," commented a girl with a shiny chestnut wrapped in a bun by a cute red bowtie and Rivulet colored eyes as she gave me a beaming smile, "it's rad here, you will enjoy it, new girl." She added when she saw my shy smile.
  • If one thing I was horrible at in the entire world - was the fact that I was a disinclined social outcast. Coming from a very strict tight-knit family could turn you that way, that was partially the reason for why I was into singing because it was my language for freedom and self-expression, I never did it for the unrequited fame, I did for my self-peace.
  • "How did you know I was the new girl?" I asked.
  • "You see," she chirped as she wrapped an arm around my shoulder sensing my apprehension, "I have this weird power but don't tell anyone," she whispered with a bubbly attitude, "I can read peoples' faces and kill them in their dorms to sell their organs so I could afford to be here." She widened her eyes and I gulped, feeling my heartbeat accelerate at her dark tone of voice, like she was genuine about what she said.
  • "Uhm-please don't sell my kidneys." I pleaded awkwardly when I placed a hand on top of hers in a fearful manner.
  • Out of the blue, the girl just guffawed at my naïve gullible face and clutched her stomach as she crouched on the floor in loud laughter, her girlish sound resonated the walls as professors gave her the stink eyes but that only made her more rebellious as she took a bow in front of me.
  • "Elodie Adams, Drama program," she gleefully introduced as she extended her hand to shake mine.
  • With a beet-root blush, I accepted her hand. It was my first day and I was already making a fool of myself in front of everyone with my easy-to-believe personality. She raised an eyebrow at me waiting for me to introduce myself back.
  • "Oh-yeah-I am Rayna Harrington, Vocal arts program." I stuttered but then composed myself at last. I wasn't used to stunning girls approaching unless they were bullies. She was a bright fit girl-everything I was insecure about. I lowered my purple sleeves with both of my hands to cover my damaged wrists.
  • "Darling, what thou I owe this pleasure to accompany you?" she acted, and I laughed at her British accent. She did it so well that anybody could mistake her for Kiera Knightly in Pride & Prejudice.
  • "Probably for helping this new lost girl find her path again?" I asked unsurely, and she giggled at my rhetorical response.
  • Elodie Adams, I could tell, she was a contagious boost of energy that loved life and was open to new things. I figured that out while she showed me Juilliard with a compassionate glint in her eyes as she talked about the simplistic style the school held and her past experiences with plays she did before.
  • I found myself voluntarily engaging in a conversation with her swiftly considering that I used to be a social outcast. I found myself telling her more about my background as an aspiring singer and how I discovered my talent since I was twelve-years-old in my mom's heels along the fake microphone I once held in my dad's room - the main reason of why I wanted to sing. He was like a colorful flicker to my life, with bright aqua eyes and a handsome smile, he encouraged me as he took me to many wide stages and put me in small voice competitions in Palatine and Springfield until the arms of death ripped him apart in a train wreck when he was on his way back to me from Chicago, where he had bought me my first golden microphone customized for me as well as his job was there.
  • "I should totally introduce you to my brother, he's a music freak as well," she boasted excitedly, "Xavier and mom are music legends in the industry. Give me your phone." She ordered in a rush with wide excited eyes. I thought she was going to have a heart attack from so much energy.
  • I hesitantly gave her my phone and not because I didn't want to but because I was embarrassed at my Nokia 2720-FOLD flip phone. It was horrendous, but I pretty much didn't have anything in my past life except a golden microphone and this phone from my dad - that and I was short on money. Now, I had stacks of cash that I stole from mom while she was away for work, it was one of the things in my great plan: find the metal locker on the wall and know the code so I discreetly went to her room for the excuse of an emergency then I threw a glance at the position of the locker and the code - and that was that I succeeded in my escape plan. She would never know where I was, I brought a new sim card on the way along with a new number on the way to New York.
  • Elodie thankfully saved my embarrassment as she inserted her number carelessly with an additional number but due to her fast fingers, I couldn't see what she typed in the contacts. An irrational part of me thought she was snooping through the list of names and numbers but I dismissed it, she didn't have any benefit to steal my poor list of contacts.
  • "It was so nice to meet you," Elodie gushed as she gave my phone back, "I have a class, so I have to go now but I will see you around and spam you endlessly with texts, thou friend!" with a laugh, she literally skipped away as her smooth hair swayed.
  • I looked at my phone to see two new added contacts.
  • Elodie Adams (your favorite actress)
  • Xavier Adams (your future boyfriend)
  • I never blushed in my entire life like this.