He didn't want to be forgotten. Not by the world, the future, or in his present.
He tried his best to stuff his crying heart into music. He created wonderful melancholy tunes fit just right for his heart.
He did have it all. The money, reputat...
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WAS LIFE ALWAYS SUCH A DRAG? I don't think there's been a moment in my life where I've ever experienced pure joy and excitement. I already had everything other people sought in the palm of my calloused and overworked hands. Was I normal to despise these pesky beings around me?
Questions of my abnormality had filled my head since I could breathe. My parents had also wondered what had gone so wrong in my birth to cause my self isolation behavior. I had seen numerous counselors, doctors, specialists, and therapists before I could even speak.
It seems I mentally could not accept the touch of others. It wasn't a phobia more like an emotional chronic illness that had sprung about from a specific trauma in my life.
The trauma being a distant memory I could not recall. From that day fourth my parents never spared me another glance. They handed me their money with smirks thinking they were doing their utmost to keep me alive. I was not a child loved or wanted that at least was made crystal clear. It wasn't my intention to want to feel wanted or needed. I didn't need them to live, so I lived without wanting for more.
I picked up all sorts of instruments before I entered middle school. Throughout the musical scene I had become a prodigy. One who could master a new song, tune, instrument in one breath. My quirk did nothing but aid in my endeavors. Though I didn't have need for it in my day to day life.
I don't believe I've ever taken a break from work always traveling and holding concerts and attending competitions. I didn't even attend my mother's funeral due to a big event hosted for the directors of my family's company. I didn't even cry tears.
This was my normal and I never expected anyone else to properly care about it or try to understand me. I did want to be cured at a point but there was no need to. I was comfortable and alive and that was all that mattered to me.
Though after a few years I ended up in a place I never imagined myself to be. UA.
Staring up at the building from the gates had me questioning my very existence. I didn't have trouble with kids since after all my father's numerous illegitimate offsprings always ended up in my care when he was off between another woman's legs.
Will I have to explain myself here too? Will these kids even see me as a superior?
I didn't have the heart to just appear in casual clothing. Instead I had put on a wool turtleneck in a burgundy color and had on black slacks tailored to fit my height and width. My hair was tucked behind my ears messily showing off the silver bands attached to my ears. Nervously I pulled on the silver Rolex on my wrist as my brown eyes glanced around clearly uneasy.
