Hearthebeat
I wish I could wrap myself in silk and become beautiful but instead I have to deal with puberty and I probably won't become pretty at the end so what even is the point.
Everything was wrong. My whole life had been fake, a mirage of good things where there were only bad. Every time something good happened, something bad came to ruin it. Nothing ever went as planned. I hated everything, wanted to just disappear.
So that's what I did.
At first the notes were so lovely, smoot legato tones. But as she continued, the notes began to melt into a disharmonic jumble. She banged out the dissonant notes. Those near enough to hear covered their ears and grimaced at the harsh sounds. The girl at the ppiano turned around, a wide grin on her face. "Didn't you like it?" She asked sweetly. She turned back to the piano and played one more unearthly chord. All within a five foot radius collapsed.
The end.