I whistled a simple tune, but with my power. My tune was probably the most beautiful thing you've ever heard. But if I wasn't to careful, you would do things you wouldn't want to do. But I'm always careful, I would never do something as careless as that.

I remembered like it was yesterday.

I was finally old enough to live on my own. To see the world, and how it really is. You might be thinking, what kind of parents will kick out their 16 year old daughter to live by herself? But that's how it is, we must learn how to be independent. My mother and father would be very proud of the person I have become.

I packed a very light backpack, filled with necessities for my travels. And my violin that I carried everywhere. I made a quick whistle, calling for Fidget, my loyal friend and pet marten. My father and I rescued him when we found him half-dead in the rain. Thanking for our kindness, he stayed with us as our pet. He scurried up to me and sat on my shoulder. His brown and caramel fur glistened as he proudly sat by me. His long bushy tail fidgeted, tickling me a little. I think you can guess why he's call fidget now. Martens are slender and agile animals, you are considered lucky to have a loyal marten. But Fidget, he was different. He was a horned American marten, very rare in America. He was probably abandoned by his family when we found him, but I adored his cute horns that poke above his head.

My father sighed. "Today's the day, she's abandoning us."

"I'm not abandoning you, I just want to see what's out there." I looked out the window.

My mother hugged me. "Visit us, will you Melody. And find a man in your life."

I rolled my eyes. "Maybe in a couple of years, right now that's not my main priority."

"But it is for me, so look at the mirror one last time."

"But mom..," I groaned.

"No buts Melody Richardson."

"Fine."

I looked at the mirror. I have black wispy hair that went up to my shoulders. I had a light tan, tall, agile and athletic. I looked at my green eyes, they were as green as emeralds. But there was a something I hate about my look. My birthmark, it surrounds 2/3 of my right eye. It looked exactly like a treble and bass cleff. If I close my eye, you can see the complete picture because the mark also was on my eyelid. It looks like a face tattoo, but I'm not planning to get one until I'm 17.

My birthmark was related to my power obviously. I have the power to control sound, to play music. You might thing wow, is that all? But there is more to that than you think. I can travel in sound waves, I'm faster than the speed of sound. I can make sonic waves and booms. But then there's my music, somehow when I control music notes, I can control anyone who listens to it. When I was younger and figured this out, I used to do harmless pranks on the other kids. But I learned that my power was more stronger than I thought, I vowed to be more careful when I accidentally almost drowned a defenseless cat. I can do this with any instrument I can get my hands on, I can even use my voice. But not only that, I can make people lose their hearing too, when I was furious at my father when he missed my birthday, I made him go deaf for a week. Though I had to admit, it was funny hearing his work conversations when he didn't figured out what I had done.

My father, he's actually a horrible man. He's really nice to my mother and I, and also his close friends. But everyone hates him, even if they don't know him, they hate him. And me being his daughter... I'm just as hated. I've been kidnapped, held ransom and almost killed. Parents wouldn't let their kids near me, even my own teachers despise me, giving me awful grades and not helping me on my homework. Because of that I was home schooled with my mom. What has my father done to make this happen to me? Everything. He tricked clueless people into giving him his money, he sells stuff in the black market, illegal stuff. He cheats, he steals, he kills. Making him a #1 in America's Most Wanted. We always had to move, hide and cover our tracks. But what mostly puzzled me is why he wasn't assassinated yet, he has a bounty of 20 million. But I really think it's me, no one would want a child to be traumatized from witnessing an assassination. So even though I'm excited about leaving home, I'm dreading on it too.

I sighed and went back to my parents. I hugged both of them. I still love my dad, even what he's done. Why? He was always there for me, I don't know how I can hate someone, even though everyone else has no problem with this.

"Goodbye, I promise I'll visit."

My father nodded. "We'll be counting on that promise."

"Just come back in a year or two, that's all we asked of you." My mom said, tearing up.

"Well, I'm off now. Goodbye."

"Good luck." they said to me.

And I left the house, my parents, the life I knew. To see what the world has for me, with Fidget at my side.

It's been a year already, and I was going back to my parents house. Just like I promised. The world has been good to me for the past few months. I had to change my last name to, Richards, to get jobs like as a musician and such. Who would hire the daughter of the most hated man in America?

I had Fidget go ahead of me a couple days ago. He was just as excited as I was, so I let him go ahead of me. I bet my dad was happier to see him, then he will be when he saw me. I smiled at the thought. I finally arrived at the front door. I rang the doorbell, but no one opened the door.

Was the doorbell broken again?

This time I knocked, but no one opened it up. I turned the doorknob, surprised to see it open. Why is it open? Cautiously, I opened the door and walked in.

"Mom, dad?"

Instead I heard a high pitched scream. It came from upstairs, so I followed it. I burst into the room and saw,

My mom and dad. Dead.

They were murdered, their necks were slit open. The wall was stained with their blood. I saw Fidget, lying on the bed in a pool of blood. He looked like he was half-dead, but I could see him breathing still.

I heard the floorboards creak and I looked at the window and saw him. He was all dressed in black, a little taller than me. He wore his hoodie up, he looked at me. He sheathed his sword, thinking that I'm not a threat. he had two swords strapped to his sides, he's a swordsman. He's a bounty hunter, he killed my parents.

"Y-you murderer!" I screamed.

He said nothing, and avoided eye contact with me.

I pulled out my violin and bow, ready to play. "You will pay, assassin."

He snorted, revealing that he doesn't seem a bit threatened by me. He's going to regret that.

I started to play. My anger went into my music. The assassin unsheathed his sword. He did it slowly, he has a very strong will to fight back my music. But I had him raise the sword, he started to back away. And as soon as I was about to play the final note, he jumped out the window. I gasped and ran to the window. I looked down, but he vanished.

"No!"

I ran to my parents. I touched their hands, they were ice cold.

"N-no," I said, my voice cracking.

Fidget managed to crawl next to me. His head resting on my knee. I carefully lifted him up. There was a small gash on his right hind leg. I gritted my teeth, the swordsman did this to him. I started to whistle a light tune, my healing tune. I touched the gash, and it started to fade away, leaving a little scar. I looked back at my parents. I wish I could do the same with my parents, but I don't think I can raise the dead. I was so mad at myself, why didn't I come her sooner? Why did I let him get away?

I held back my tears. I noticed a paper on the ground, I picked it up. It had a picture of my father's face, reading: Christian Richardson Wanted Dead or Alive $20.5 million

I gulped, it was raised while I was away? Why didn't I know this? I ripped the paper in anger. I swear on my family name, I am going to change this, I will make this right. I started to play a sad melody on violin, knowing wherever the wind carried the song, whoever will hear this, will burst into tears. So they'll know how sad this day is.

This is RubixCube89201. How was the first chapter, very touching isn't it? Oooooh I can't wait until I publish the next chapter. I hope you're going to be as excited as I am!

Today's Super Bowl Sunday, and my dad's screaming like crazy at the TV. He's a 49ers fan, and I guess I am one too. I also watched the Super Bowl Sunday episode of How I Met Your Mother. It's pretty funny, I love it.

I watched Warm Bodies with my friends at school. Man, I just wanted to cry since it was so...AWESOME!!! I loved it, I was like WOW. I ate nachos, and I regret it, cause my friend said she could hear me chewing. Then I gave her a comeback that she was loud herself since she was eating the popcorn like there was no tomorrow. SUCKA. And I bought the medium size drink and had to drank it all by myself, oh do I regret that too. The first words I said when I came out the theater was, 'I gotta pee'. LOL.

So thx for reading this, and I hope you'll like the next chapter.

Getting my zombie survival kit already,

RubixCube89201