((OOC: That sounds cool, Snowgirl. Like, after everyone thinks everything is peaceful...DUN DUN DUUUUN! Tara's been kidnapped! :O ))
***Flashbacks***
"Mommy, what song is that?"
Niola peeked in from a slightly ajar door, her eyes filled with numerous questions. Seeing her mother's smiling face, Niola merrily skipped into the room, allowing a velvet dress dance wildly behind her small frame. Despite how tiny she was, Niola was able to prance over swiftly to her mother's side, like a graceful cheetah cub. Lond, dark brown hair swept across Niola's face as her mother leaned downwards, offering a peck on her daughter's cheek. A shimmering flute comprised of silver now rested upon her lap, tired from the complexed piece of music played just a few minutes earlier. Deep blue eyes seemed to absorb the image of Niola in her mother's mind, as though she knew something bad was going to happen. Even so, a tranquil, loving smile appeared on her lips, causing Niola to respond with a huge grin.
"The song is called...Child at Dusk," Niola's mother finally replied to her child, hoping she did not yet understand.
"I have been tweaking it...since the time you were born. I guess...having a kid of my own...inspired me to invent a musical composition of my own."
***Skip***
"This song...it can't be..."
Niola's mother stood outside the door of her house, a hand held to her heart. Quivering eyes gazed in awe and bewilderment at the scene before them, which nearly left the poor woman in utter shock. As though the person she was gazing at was both near and far, all her mother could do was watch as the disaster unfolded. The silhouette of her child stood in what appeared to be growing destruction of the village they inhabited, the only key to her identity being her high, pure voice singing a melody of doom.
"Is she really...?"
***Skip***
"Hey, hey! Mommy, can I learn this song as well? I wanna sing with you! Ah, does Daddy know the song too? We can perform together!"
***Skip***
Sweat began to drizzle down a young man's face, lingering in the air for a few seconds as his head bobbed back and forth. Still, a look of determination showed the strength and will of his spirit, which revealed a liveliness that transgressed the tiredness upon his features. Pearly white teeth flashed every now and then as his speedy fingers, like lightening striking land over and over again, raced across the keyboard. A grand piano held the keys in place, and the male pianist continued to play as he leaned closer, his bottom barely touching the small stool beneath him. Just as the piece neard the end, the music ceased to fill the air. Sickness and fatigue seemed to conceal his true age now, and the man collapsed to the ground. His eyes rolled back, and he struggled to allow oxygen to his lungs.
"DAAADDYYYYYYYY!"
***End of Flashbacks?***
Niola rolled around in her sleep, the frightening clips of her memories rewinding and jumping about in her mind. None of them made any since, but they did manage to make her skin grow colder at the thought of reliving those depressing remnants of her past. After all, Niola had tried her best to erase them from her mind, or at least lock the away forever. She thought if she did that, the pain and suffering she caused so long ago would not repeat itself. Of course, now that it did, it really did not matter if they flowed forth and made Niola feel empty inside. The damage had been dealt, and there was nothing to conceal again. Most of the students would probably blame her, but it did not matter. Actually, Niola would prefer to be hated; that way, she would not lose anyone she truly cared about...again.
((OOC: YES! I found something to write about!
Huh...I sure made this character depressing. xD ))