Music was our heart, our mind, our everything

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1. "Welcome to My Life"

Do you ever feel like breaking down?

Do you ever feel out of place,

Like somehow you just don't belong

And no one understands you?

Do you ever wanna run away?

Do you lock yourself in your room

With the radio on turned up so loud

That no one hears you're screaming?

No, you don't know what it's like

When nothing feels all right

You don't know what it's like

To be like me

To be hurt

To feel lost

To be left out in the dark

To be kicked when you're down

To feel like you've been pushed around

To be on the edge of breaking down

And no one's there to save you

No, you don't know what it's like

Welcome to my life

-Welcome to My Life by Simple Plan


Kicking the carpet, I swayed to my music, keeping my head down. Upset by all the horrible music leaking into my own, I turned the volume up, ignoring whatever Ariana Grande song was playing. I was drowning in this beat, and I was loving it.

Maybe if I hadn't been tapping on my windowsill, then Ian Winters wouldn't have heard me and waved. Slightly breathless, I waved back. When I caught a glimpse of the vehicle pulling in behind him, I shut the curtains and jammed my IPod in my top drawer.

I ran downstairs, hoping to be greeted with a smiling, sober mother. Instead, a drunk foreign woman that I refused to know scowled at me. "Music too loud," She muttered, surprising me. Per usual, my mother would beat me senseless, then Melody.

My family was a joke, my mother's name was Lyric, my sister's was Melody, and mine was Harmony. Music practically ran in my veins. But ever since Dad left us, my mother had forbid us from music, our root. Melody always rebelled, resulting in extra beatings.

But she didn't care, music was her everything. 

Even if she had horrible taste, I added silently, rushing off to quiet my sister's pop songs. Me? I preferred the classics with a hint of Jason Derulo and Tiësto.

"Yo, Mel," I shoved the door open to see my twin sister singing to the chorus of Drops of Jupiter. Well, that was a surprise. Whenever I showed Mel Train she wholeheartedly rejected it. "Even though I love this song, you have to shut it off. Mom's home," I told her, kissing the top of her head.

Mel's bouncy brown curls mirrored my own as she looked at me with her gentle, identical hazel eyes. "Okay," She whispered, shutting it off. I was a bit taken back. It often took a lot of persuasion to quiet her beats. "Is she s or d?"

"D, but she's a bit stable. Pretty sure Anthony slowed her down," I chuckled humorlessly. Anthony was our uncle and Mom's recent drinking buddy. He wasn't exactly the sharpest knife in the drawer.

"Okay," She repeated and we both jogged down the stairs. "Evening Mom, I made spaghetti," She said, loud and clear. Mom hated when we mumbled.

"That's great, Honey," She yawned and stumbled upstairs, no doubt into her bed.

"I'd say she was buzzed," I caught a flicker of hesitation in Mel's eyes before it vanished, replaced with an unexpected light. "Dinner, anybody?" She joked and I shrugged, enjoying this sensation.

"Sure, you wanna go out on a walk afterwards?" I laughed carelessly. My voice dropped gradually as I grinned at her, "With some music?"

"Music, with you?" She fake scowled. "Hell no, you have a horrible taste in music," Melody took the words right out of my mouth.

"Ditto, Twin," I laughed and helped myself to some spaghetti, devouring a whole plate. "Have you ever considered being a chef?" I asked through my second helping. Due to constant beatings and spending the night in each other's room, I knew Melody more than any other pair of twins could. And I knew she was a big cooker.

Countless batches of cookies used to lay upon the counter, constantly eaten by a happy family of five. There was me, Mel, Mom, Dad, and Lydian, our brother.

Lydian had chosen to go with Dad instead of stay with us, and it was utter betrayal. For days, none of us could bring ourselves to sleep, nor eat. Mel and I had started cutting our wrists then, and she once tried to commit suicide. I had ended up saving her, however. Ever since we had leaned each other.

In the end we all found our escapes; Mom found alcohol, Mel found horrible top hits, and I found the other side of music. "Yeah," Mel answered my question, making me jump. I had been too lost in my thoughts to bother listening to her sighs. "I've pondered it lately," She continued it thoughtfully, no doubt remembering the same memory.

"Good, you're really good," I replied, rinsing my plate and set it down in 

the dishwasher. "Now, about that walk," I hummed, lingering on the first steps.

"How could I ever say no to you, Harmony?" She asked gently, almost inaudible. "But I have things to do," Her eyes closed in pain before she hurried up the stairs and into her room. What a mood swing, I thought, concerned. What if Mel was hiding something?

Shrugging off the thoughts, I grabbed my hidden IPod and walked out the door, careful not to trek on the wrong side of the street. Bad boys were common in this neighborhood, but I had grown accustomed to their forbidden routes. Shifting between a skip and a stroll, I settled down to my Simple Plan, trying to make my feet hit the ground with each beat.

"Harmony?" A quiet voice guessed, making me spin on my heels. As if I needed anything else out of the ordinary. "May I walk with you?" When my eyes landed on a confident teen boy who was all too familiar, my IPod almost slipped from my grasp.

"Whatever," I muttered to Ian, keeping my eyes trained ahead. You could take a guess, say Ian was my neighbor. But then you'd be incorrect. Ian lived around the block and across the street, a short distance compared to my normal trails.

Ian was a pretty rich boy. He was too cocky for his own good, and he never knew what it was like to be forbidden from the one thing your heart enjoyed, the one thing that kept you together. He only rebelled for attention, not because it was something that you needed, like Melody and I did for our music.

We soon fell in the same pace, two ear buds placed in our ears. Vaguely curious, I paused my music and turned to face him. "What are you listening to?" I asked.

He smiled at me and handed me an ear bud. I was greeted by the loud pre-chorus from Afrojack.

I'm trying so hard not to let it show

But you got me feeling like

I'm stepping on buildings, cars, and boats

I swear I can touch the sky

A content expression was displayed on his face when I smiled a bit at Ten Feet Tall. It may not be a classic, but it was good. My happiness and admiration fell away when the next song rang in my ears.

We're a thousand miles from comfort, we have traveled land and sea

But as long as you are with me, there's no place I'd rather be

I would wait forever, exalted in the scene

As long as I am with you, my heart continues to beat

I tilted my head at Rather Be by Clean Bandit. "Somehow I guessed you'd be into this crap," I sighed, letting my disappointment show through. I didn't offend him too much though, because he just grinned at me. "A part of me just had hope," I plugged in my own ear buds once more and drowned in the beats of Nickelback.

"I would be offended if this was my crap, but it's my sister's. She's obsessed with that. I prefer Panic! At the Disco and stuff like Skrillex," Ian chuckled. I shrugged. I enjoyed the first, but I only knew one song from the second. "What do you listen to?"

I reluctantly handed the petty rich boy an ear bud and we listened to the familiar chorus of Welcome to My Life by Simple Plan.

To be hurt

To feel lost

To be left out in the dark

To be kicked when you're down

To feel like you've been pushed around

To be on the edge of breaking down

And no one's there to save you

No, you don't know what it's like

Welcome to my life

"Dang, that's sad music," Ian frowned at me as I closed my eyes in bliss. Deep inside, I knew the reason why I loved this song was because it described Mel and me in every way.

"It's only sad because of the way you look at it," I mumbled and started up a faster pace.

"Hey!" Ian called, but I just ran back home, around the block. And that's when I stumbled into two bad boys on their trails. Crap! I must've strayed from them.

"Why hello there," One smirked, and I recognized him as Tyler from school. "What are you doing out so late?"

"Going home," I answered curtly, trying to push pass them. "And your standing in the way," I added dryly.

"Feisty, I like it," The second nodded, reaching out to grab me. "Come here, little girl," He brushed my arm where a tattoo had been placed. Seeing me flinch, he pulled it up to reveal a bird with five names in it: 






"Melody?" The second quickly let me go and I stepped away from him.

"Wong twin," I spat hotly. "It's Harmony, who are you and how do you know my sister?"

"You see, I think those questions could be answered with my name. Hello Harmony, long time no see. I'm Lydian," He smiled genuinely down at me and I slapped him across the face. "You-" He never got to finish because I started sprinting down the road and into the house, shutting the curtains and locking the door.

Assuring myself we were safe, I pressed by back to the door and slowly slid down it.

That's why Mom and Mel were acting different.

Dad's back.

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