Hello!!!!! Before you start reading I just wanna say thanks. This is my first fanfic so please give me lots of feedback....constructive critisism helps.....uhhhh....i cant think of much right now, but i guess i'll end with i hope you enjoy! :)

-Nani:)

Your POV:

Dad came home drunk....again. My mother was where she usually was. She was neck deep in work. I was alone, as usual. Nothing new. I was expecting one of them to bust through the door any second now, most likely blaming me for something that I have no power over. Yup, this was my life. I stayed in my room unless I was going to school. I had good grades in school, and was even a whole year ahead of my grade level. But one thing that wasn't that normal, was my taste in music. I had one, uhm, I guess friend, at school. She's short, thin, and pale skinned with short blonde hair and blue eyes. She's kind to me, but I tend to push her away. Hey, old habbits die hard, and pushing people away was one of my oldest ones. She was really into Asian culture, which I found a little weird, but whatever. She was the only person that was nice to me.

Anyway, she was into a group called, what was their name? Shine? Shining? Oh, it was Shinee! Yeah, well I sorta dissed them at first, saying stuff like, "They have to be gay" or "I don't like men that wear make up" but later, I found myself humming along to their songs, and well one thing led to another. Now I know who is who. But the weird thing isn't that, it's how I have branched out and found out about other Kpop groups. How I have been able to pick out words that sound similar and find their meanings. How their music is what helps me after one of my many beatings. No person was there with me to help stitch up the cut my dad gave me when he came home after being fired. The voices on my ipod helped to stop my tears. The voices helped to keep my mind off of the pain. The voices assured me that I could find happiness, because it was their sounds that gave it to me. Hope I mean, because I never really had any before.

I suddenly heard footsteps come towards my door, and I jumped and ran to hide my ipod. My dad burst in just when I had sat on the bed. I looked over towards him with an emotionless mask covering my face, because inside, I was screaming, crying, and peeing my pants already.

"How was school today?" I was taken off guard by his sudden question.

"It was fine." I made sure to use the voice I had developed in order to hide all of my emotions. It seemed to work too, because he nodded in what seemed to me as approval, and left. In all honesty, I was shocked in his kindness towards me. I breced myself for the oncoming onslaught of words, firsts, and kicks that might come my way, but they naver came. I cautiously stood and cracked my door open. I heard my mother and my father, and another voice I didn't recognize. I decided it was best to just take a shower and go to bed instead of lingering near the door any longer.

*the next morning*

I woke up to my mother making breakfast, which was rare in itself, but what scared me the most was that there were bags next to the front door. These were the bags that we used when we were goiong on a long trip, and they looked full. Were they kicking me out? I was only seventeen. They couldn't, could they? I started to leave when my mother called me.

"Aren't you going to eat breakfast?" I swear my jaw must have hit the floor when I heard how sweet she spoke to me.

"Sorry, but I don't eat this early in the morning." I lied quickly and left without another word. I waited for my bus patiently at the end of the road. Today would be a long day, that I could already tell.