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THE VIOLIST

Starting strong, are we? The video above will be mentioned later!

Warning: Bullying, violent actions, slight gore. I don't want my readers to feel uncomfortable!

Also, viola being smashed 😬 (iykyk)

Y/N = Your Name     E/N = Enemy Name     F/N - Friend Name

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[YOUNG Y/N POV]

Why can't they leave me alone? Was this the right choice? Why..why me? My heart pounded against my chest as I ran away from the voices behind me, my black case swinging back and forth, occasionally bumping my leg. My breath hitched as the small hill came into view, which was topped with a cherry blossom sprinkled with pink leaves. I fell to a walking pace and climbed the hill, then placed myself underneath the tree. After some minutes, I slowly dragged my hands toward the case, pulling it closer to me. Once unzipped I gazed at the instrument that was the cause of my torments. I was both embarrassed and proud of playing the viola, one for being one of the only students at my school to have a viola, and two, being bullied for being the only student who had a viola. I unpacked and rosined my bow, then played the first song that came to mind. (Merry Go Round of Life) Because I was in the moment, I failed to notice E/N quickly enough.

"Hey, loser! Why do you bother to play firewood?" E/N was the concertmaster in my class, and they made everyone know of it. "You should just switch to violin, cello, or even the bass! Unless you want to be a downgraded bitch for the rest of your life~"

"Just leave me alone, E/N."

"Ooo, acting tough, are we, Y/N?" They mockingly said my name, making me clench my viola a bit too hard for comfort. I shoved them softly to warn them to back off, but E/N didn't take it too lightly. They grabbed my viola with force and held it in the air. "Watchu gonna do now, Y...N?" Their snake-like tone slithered around me, seizing me from taking another step. I froze, waiting for the worst, but E/N stayed still with my viola hanging in the air. I then realized they weren't holding properly, so I reached for the instrument, but then they turned and smashed the wood to the ground, pieces flying in the air. Although some sliced me, I couldn't care less. They break my viola, I break them. In a haze, my hand grabbed their hair (if they're bald, grab it like a glass ball) and threw them on the floor, exactly where they dropped the instrument. Screams of pain were heard as each shard tore into their skin...

"...and that was how I got suspended."

"What."

[Present Y/N POV]

"But who cares! I'm basically flying worldwide to play at orchestras from Korea to America!"

"That's amazing!"

"Until I retired."

"What."

"Now I need your help!" I begged to F/N. Although I retired as an international violist, I wanted to inspire students to pursue their dreams of playing at advanced concerts!