The Life Of Ino

Broken Family

Every day is a battle, trying to survive and keep up with life. But it's just too hard. People judge you every day, family issues, no love life, everything about my life sucked, except one thing, that was  sleeping, going  into another world where nothing matters. You create your own fantasy, your own life, then one where your actually happy in.
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Ino was a happy girl who lived an amazing child hood until the age of 12 when her dad beat her mom daily. This caused depression to rise into her. She never talked, never listens, and never cares. She completely shut herself out from the world. Now two years pass and her older brother comes home from college. We greet him and he notices something different. He takes me too another room to talk. After a long heart warming talk I see him leave my room. Later that night I woke up to go get water so I tip toed to the edge of the door and ran to the kitchen. I heard noises coming from the living room so I quietly stepped over there. Then I saw this....
Both my dad and brother beating up mom. I couldn't even recognize it was her because her faced was covered in blood. I got so scared I ran out of the house and never wanted to see my family again.
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AI'm only 16 and I already have my own apartment. I am about to sign up for college to do choreography in hopes of one day I'll become a singer/dancer. The only problem is, that I don't have any money. I am a manager at Starbucks, but still don't get much money. On top of that I have school and lots of homework. After school at 2 PM I always practice my violin. Then at 4 PM I practice my Korean. Finally at seven I clean my apartment and do homework. it gets lonely every day here, I have no friends, no pets, no one.
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December 1, 2052
Today is a Sunday and Sundays are the most boring days. Every morning at 6 AM I wake up and walk towards the bakery to get some coffee. Know you would think I could get coffee at Starbucks, but I've had their coffee too much that I got so sick from it, I never tasted a single drop ever again. Ding ding! The little old lady at the counter waved at me with a bright smile on her face, " Hello my dear, back again for my little ol' coffee." She gives a little chuckle and makes me some coffee. " See you have that   their concert today for your violin right?" I nodded my head slowly still trying to wake up. She puts the lid on my coffee and comes towards me, " I heard they hired a new conductor and that he's good looking too." We share a laugh and then I leave. I see lots of people as I walk down the busy street towards the music center. I went behind the stage to put on a long silky black dress. I put my hair up in a neat bun so it won't bother me. I got my violin and went to my stand on the stage. I tuned my violin, prepared my sheets of music, and watched the rest of the people come. I was lost in thought and stared into space most of the time. The director came, I didn't bother to look at him, instead I got my violin and prepared for warm ups. I played my violin ever so gently, flowing with the beat. I blocked everything else around me, I only focused on my music. I drop of my warm salty sweat dripped down my soft skin as I do my solo. My fingers feel relaxed, my mind at ease. Then, I look up at the director. Love at first site, he was ...he was.... good looking.... yeah... don't get distracted....fhew is it getting hot in here or is it just me? I mess up a note, but get right back into the tempo. Practiced ended, now we just wait. Millions of people came flooding in filling the seats one by one. The lights turned off, show time.

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The first half was good, now time for my solo. I stared off easy, my hands felt clammy after the first few minutes, my mind wandered far, my feet began to shake. I stopped playing, giving up my dream, to one day become a violinist. I stood up staring at the floor crying knowing I messed up having millions of people watching me, wondering 'What is wrong with her?'. 

Then a horrible memory came. Her mom was at work, her brother with some friends. She was practicing her violin when she pulled a string. She tried so desperately to put it back on hoping no one would notice. You see it was her dads other wife's violin, she gave it to me right before she committed suicide. Her name was Elizabeth, she was the only thing that came close to being a mother to me. Dad disagreed when I got it, but left it alone. He came into the room and saw I broke it. He started screaming and yelling at me saying it's all my fault that Elizabeth is dead and how I was a mistake that was never suppose to happen. Then it got out of hands, he started punching me, real hard. He soon got a kitchen knife and stabbed me more than once. He left me on the ground in my puddle of blood and took the violin away from me. He through his phone and said, "Call 911, I'm not gonna help you , and if you tell them I did this too you... I'm killing your mom." Dad wanted me to become a violinist to get rich and give him 90% of my pay. I didn't dare disobey him. That wouldn't be fair to mom. I called them and told them I tried and committed suicide and once I failed I got scared and called them. From that day forward I never once broke that violin again.

I ran to the back stage and hid in a corner, bawling my eyes out. What do I do now? Dads gonna kill her, but what do I do? I don't know anymore...
I got on my knees and began to pray to God to help my family love each other