Skye stared at the piano in front of her. "Dad, I can't learn to play this" she said looking up at her father, a man in his early 30's who was very tall and handsome.
"Oh but yes you can Skye" he said in a teasing voice. Skye touched the surface of the shiny grand piano and breathed in deeply.
"Do you think so?" she asked, eyes going over the golden letters on the top that spelled 'Schuyler Amelie Hunter' her father nodded.
"Of course I do sweety" her mother entered the room at that moment.
"You'll learn quickly, your father is an excellent teacher" the beautiful woman said staring down at her daughter.
"And the piano will be something to go along with your beautiful singing voice" her father added, missing the compliment in his wife's sentence. Skye sighed.
"I'll do it then" she said smiling.

Over the next couple of years Skye Hunter worked on the piano for hours every day. At the age of nine she was one of the best pianists in the city, but she had never played in public before.

"Skye! It is time for your first concert honey!" her mother said from downstairs. The 13 year old Skye stared into the mirror with horror. Her hair was pulled back into a beautiful golden clip at the top of her head, and she was wearing a midnight blue gown that matched her shoes perfectly. She had a bit of make-up on her face and her hands were shaking with fear. She heard her mother walking up the stairs to come see what the problem was. "Come on darling, it is time to go" Skye shook her head.
"I, I can't do this mom!" she said. Her mom sighed.
"Schuyler! Of course you can do this! You've played in front of me, and your father, and your grandparents hundreds of times. You are as ready as you'll ever be darling" Skye shook her head. Her mom patted the golden hair with a sigh. "Come on, get up" she said. Skye just stared at her. "Skye! I am SERIOUS." Her mother coaxed. Skye just shook her head. Her mother sighed and grabbed her wrist, gently, and pulling her up. It wasn't very hard since Skye was a very small person.
"Mama! I can't" Skye squealed. Her mother shook her head in a no- nonsense sort of way and drug her down to the car. When they finally reached the concert it was almost time for Skye to play. She stood by the curtains of the stage next to a group of other young musicians and stared at the stage in agony. A boy crossed the stage and smiled at her.
"My name is Drake Buxton" he said grinning. "Is this your first recital?" he asked. Skye nodded, her eyes wide. "I can tell" he said. "I've done plenty of recitals, but I still remember the first one, I was so nervous. But after I got on the stage it was as if all of the nervousness went away and my fingers just did all of the work for me. I play the cello" he added. Skye felt a bit of her apprehension ebb away.
"Schuyler Hunter is about to play a piece from Schumann" the man announced. The boy, Drake grinned reassuringly at her and she walked out onto the stage. She ignored the hundreds of eyes staring at her, or at least as much as possible, and made her way to the grand piano in the center of the stage. She sat down and as Drake said her fingers did all of the work. They flew over the keys and the song came out beautifully. When she was finished she bowed to the crowd and made her way backstage. Drake was waiting for her.
"Excellent!" he said with such gusto that she grinned. "You are amazing. When did you learn to play?" Skye just grinned.
"When I was six" she answered. Drake drew in a deep breath.
"Amazing" he muttered. "How old are you again?"
"Thirteen" Skye answered. The night of Skye's first piano recital was also the first night of a rage of self-confidence that coursed through her veins. She never felt more alive than when she was singing or playing the piano. She had become pretty well known throughout her town. During the summer of the year of her first recital though, her parents came into her room.
"Skye?" her mother asked, knocking on the door.
"Yes?" she answered. Her mother walked in.
"Skye, I know you probably won't like this but, we're moving"
"WHAT?" Skye asked in surprise, dropping her book.
"Skye, that Drake boy, the one you met at the concert, do you remember him?" Skye thought that was a strange question.
"Yes" she answered. "But what does that have to do with anything mom?"
"That Drake boy was arrested yesterday for trying to breaking into a girl's house. He hurt her Skye" Skye shook her head.
"So?" she asked, not comprehending.
"They searched his house, and in his journal there were plans to come and get you next. We are afraid for you Skye. We're moving" before Skye's mother could finish the sentence Skye burst out in an angry uproar.
"JUST WHEN THINGS ARE GOING GREAT HERE" She shouted. Her mother sighed.
"I'll let you cool off. I'm going to go pick up some chicken at the store. Don't let anyone in the house while I'm gone. Don't go out either" she said to her daughter. Skye sighed and sat on her bed. She began to cry. Suddenly she felt a hand on her shoulder and somebody turned her over. She stared up in surprise at the person standing over her.
"I'll make it easy for you if you are quite" the boy said from behind a mask. Skye fought her urge to scream.
"My mom just went to the store. She will be back soon. Leave" she said frantically, but trying to hide the scared tone of her voice.
"I don't care, this won't take long" the boy said taking off his mask. It was Drake.
"I-I thought you were in police protection" Skye said.
"The girl wouldn't testify, she was scared" Drake said with a high- pitched laugh.
"D-don't hurt me, we are leaving, I'm not going to be in the recital, please" she pleaded. He laughed again.
"Too late" he said pulling a knife out of his back pocket. "I'll just chop off a couple of fingers" he said grinning madly.
"No! Please no!" Skye begged.
"The more you beg the more fingers you lose!" he said gruffly. He grabbed her hand and pulled it up. She sobbed. Just as he was about to cut her someone burst in. In surprise he shoved the knife deeply into Skye's palm. She screamed in agony. The man who came in shoved him out of the way and held him down. Police officers flooded into the room. The man on the floor handed him to one of the officers and rushed over to Skye. It was her father.
"Skye" he said staring at her hand in obvious horror.
"Pull it out daddy" Skye begged.

She woke up in a hospital in the east part of town. A young nurse walked in and put her hand to Skye's forhead. "You passed out" she said as if reading Skye's mind. "Shock probably" she said. Skye's didn't remember. She let out a panicked little cry as she looked down at her hand. The door opened and three people walked in. Her parents and a doctor.
"Hello Skye" the doctor said, cheerfully. "Doing OK?" Skye whimpered and looked down at her hand.
"How did it happen?" she asked. The doctor raised his eyebrows.
"It is fine if you don't remember, sometimes traumatic experiences will make you feel like this" he said removing the bandages. "I think your hand will be fine in just a couple of weeks. Skye looked at the grotesque wound.
"Ugh" she said. Her mother touched her forehead.
"Don't worry, we are leaving" she said. Skye nodded. She didn't have the energy to argue, and she couldn't think of a good reason to stay anyway.

Afterword- Skye's piano skills were never the same again, but she regained almost all of her previous talent, it 2 years for her to regain memory of the attack, but as an adult she believed strongly in stopping violent children and adults. She died at a young age, but her work with the Teen Violence Commitee, and her amazing piano skills were remembered for years, along with her amazing friendliness and individuality.

Author's Note- The beginning of Indifferent starts here, or at least from Skye's POV. I know you hate the story. It is sucky. But, I don't care. The end.