Post by MADELINE KIMBERLY GILBERT on Jul 23, 2013 1:49:18 GMT -8
| [atrb=style,width: 420px; background-color: efefef; background-image: url(http://24.media.tumblr.com/0478144b9f16c95a37367d1aca56b45c/tumblr_mkfax8tDxp1s97ldco1_500.png); padding: 5px, bTable] MADELINE K. GILBERT EIGHTEEN | HETEROSEXUAL | MUSEUM USHER | HIGH SCHOOL | JENNIFER LAWRENCE PERSONALITY UNCONVENTIONAL | INEPT | NAIVE | TALENTED | MEEK IF YOU ARE: the mother to madeline: you don’t understand how you were given a daughter such as the one that you have. hair that matched yours and a similar jawline but the comparison seemed to halt there. you don’t understand why she does not go out and party, get into trouble, be a normal teenager. she does not really glance your way these days and you don’t understand why. you don’t realize the abuse that the girl took from you had such an effect on her that she is hardly a teenager. she is more like an adult, poised as you asked her to be but she still has quirks that you can’t help but notice. the girl needs help getting dressed as she does not have your eye for fashion and you hate that, maybe even resent it. as a fashion designer, you always thought that you could pass that trait to your daughter but it seems that this strange passion for music and ability to play the keys quickly is all you have to work with and you do, aggressively. you push your daughter but she does not push back because you know she is afraid of you. she speaks to you in hushed tones, addressing you as m’am and not granting you the title of mom—not that you even wanted to be one in the first place. you take it with a grain of salt though and raise your daughter the way that you wanted to be raised. you were never given the luxuries, having to work hard for what your daughter gets handed to her and you hate that she really does not seem to care for the riches that you give her. she seems to enjoy the simple things that money cannot buy. you don’t understand and so you resent and she knows, your daughter is intuitive enough to realize this but she does not know how to fix herself and so, she doesn’t. the father to madeline: as the father it was always your job to protect your family, do whatever it took to make things right. the day that you were called from your office to pull the girl from her room for her piano lesson was the day that you realize that your daughter is stubborn, but she breaks easily. you haven’t figured out the full way to break her but you were working on it. she melted your heart in some sense as she got older and you actually noticed your daughter, only took about eleven years. you finally saw the sadness in her eyes and you took pity on her. you were the one that rigged that piano to electrocute the girl and after speaking to your wife, you finally agree to let your daughter have some freedom. it would take four more years but when high school came around, she would enter the public sphere. you begin to talk about your daughter a little more to people at work and you mention that you are proud of her and you even say it to her once or twice. the girl that you raised is mature but very unfocused as she had always had to learn music and never really got the time to learn anything else, or truly focus on anything else. you want her to find another passion but she seems deadlocked on music and that’s your fault, and you know it. her attention span is strong when it comes to something that interests her but she is quick to look away and you find that she has an absent mind—forgetting dates and times, people’s names, having a difficult time with remembering facts. your daughter is intelligent and you know it but she has to learn to branch out and because you kept her locked up for so long, she is very dependent on other people to guide her. she always had someone there, not you, but a nanny or a nurse, a teacher, someone that guided her through her lessons. she needs people in her life despite being awkward in social situations as you always taught your daughter to be seen and not heard and she does that, you find her only speaking when addressing her but sometimes, it’s hard to shut her up. you and her are growing closer but you hate the boy that she is with because it’s someone else that is going to steal the lost time between the two of you. you actually wanted to be a father and you are trying to make up for it now. the boyfriend: the quirks are what you know best. you came into her life when she needed someone the most. coming out of the home schooling days and into the public sphere, the girl was always looking lost and still does sometimes but you are there to guide her. you are the first guy that she has even glanced at and found attractive, knew in her heart that you were something special. you were the music to her lyrics in a sense, it’s a phrase she often uses since her mind is always referencing everything to music but you don’t seem to mind, or she hopes you don’t. you know the ins and outs of each other and she doesn't mind that you sleep in a train car or that you are not from the same class as her. her parents can tell her otherwise but you both know the truth and that is all that matters. you are all that matters to her. music could be lost and as long as she still had you, she is set for life. the girl is dedicated to you, only has eyes for you and you have never heard her mention another boy besides the small sphere that you hang out with. you brought her into that group and she is forever grateful to have friends of all ages in it. she is learning from you and you are teaching her all about what she has missed out on. she does not know what she is showing you but she hopes that you are learning something because she would have to be given something and not return the favor. you know her quirks, like she chews on her thumbnail before she cries or she loves to stargaze in the woods. she tried to teach you piano but got lost in the music too many times. you know she is quiet but is not equip for society and says the wrong thing, sometimes she says the wrong thing to you. she worries about you all the time when she is not there and though her phone is a nice device, the girl is hardly able to work it except to call. you are well aware to tell her to come twenty minutes before the actual time because she will actually be there on time. you are the one that she sees her future with, not music but you but really, she is scared to say that outloud and so, she stays silent like most times. you know she has a bite and a bark, you have seen all sides of her and she loves you for everything you are. the best friend: she is entirely unsure how you two met but you are both misunderstood. your silence is for a whole different reason while hers is her upbringing. she is grateful to have someone like you in her life since she is not equip to handle it on her own. her boyfriend does a good deal of being emotional support but sometimes a best friend is what you need. you know a lot of the same sides as bryce but not all. you don’t know the abuse that she has suffered from and you know she loves music but not to an extreme as others. she does not really talk about her past but more of the day to day life with you and that seems to work for the both of you. the pair of you say the wrong thing a lot but you try and assure her that it’s okay when she knows she has said something wrong to you. the filter that you are lacking is very much imbedded in her mind and though she uses it, sometimes it fails her. she thinks you laugh at her because of it but maybe there is another reason. oliver ross is your name and you are the brother to bailee which could very well be how you two met but she is not entirely sure and does not really dwell on it. she worries about your antics because you know that she is a worrier, she is often voicing her concerns about your behavior or the trouble that your mouth could get you in and you try and reassure her that you are fine. are you? she is entirely sure but she is too trusting of you to the point that she would put her own life into your hands. the girl has walls and you know it but you scaled them and though she never resisted, you are one of the few that actually made the attempt. the quiet meek girl found a best friend in someone very unlikely but she never takes your friendship for granted and would drop anything to be by your side as much as you have been by hers. IF YOU ARE: a friend: as a friend, you already know that this is not the everyday girl next door that you are dealing with. she is sweet, selective in her friends though as she appears meek and quiet. you can make her believe just about anything and she is quick to forgive but you swear that she never forgets. she is not one to let loose, loose control and go wild when you hang out but she does crack lame jokes and she has a bright energy about her. you don’t know much about her because you are just friends but you are curious about the girl and for good reason. there is something off about her, not just in the way that she carries herself which is a mix of secure and paranoia, but you are confident that she is hiding something. you want her to tell you but it seems that trust is a big thing for the girl and friends are important too. she comes to you for every little thing and though it might seem annoying, you might like that she is reliant on you but you can also rely on her just easily but you are hesitant too because something is just off. an enemy: an enemy is met with a haughty decision that you loathe. she almost acts better than you, or you think that is how she is acting, stuck up and snobby but her nose is not entirely in the air. she never answers your insults with a cruel comeback but instead, just nods or completely ignores you. that bugs you. you feel like you got to her in some way. you know how to push her buttons in mentioning her boyfriend because that is someone that you know she would die to protect with ease, or her best friend. her father is not so touchy but bring up her mother and a cloudy look will fall over her. the girl is tough and you don’t know why but you sought to destroy her because something is off about her. she just knows how to say the wrong thing and her timing is perfect. you don’t know where she is from or really anything about her but you want to knock her down to the ground, not realizing that she is already lying in a fettle position. certain topics will knock her off her feet and others, she can just roll down her back as though they were never spoken of. a rival: you are the only person that can light that competitive fire under her. she is not usually competitive, taking her time and only searching to beat herself and failure. as long as she finishes, that is always good enough for her but label yourself a rival and there is a fire that ignites in her. if you are a musician rival, you know her style and how to fake her out, scare her into thinking that she will lose. you know of her reputation and her mind is fragile due to the abuse that you are not aware of but you know that she is suffering because you see it with each stroke of a piano key. the sound seems to hurt her and the pedals are hard for her to push down on these days. she will still try and beat you but the words that you say to her can have an effect but she will not reply with anything but a mature nod of her head. a bypasser:you know nothing about her. she is just a blonde with green eyes that seem to hold curiosity for everything and no experience. everything looks new and shiny to her and you question her upbringing for only a moment. you notice her clothes are a little higher end though and you know she is rich, she just screams it but does not flaunt it. her head is not entirely high up as though she is confident in everything about her but she is not glancing at the ground either. she looks you in the eye and you see sadness in that instant. you know something is wrong but you never question it because you don’t know her and you are not entirely sure that you want to. the girl is strange, she acts strange at least. by herself, she seems to stick out and knows it but in a group, she blends and she does not seem to mind it. you have no idea what to make of this girl but she is oddly familiar but you cannot place where you know her from. you just know that face is familiar, if you are a classical music fan, you will know her from concerts and wonder why she disappeared. if you don’t, you just stare at her because she is so fascinating to watch and study, a diamond in the rough until she opens her mouth and you are offended by something she says leaving you with the wrong first impression, and maybe the last. HISTORY DISCOVERING PIANO | PARENTS FINDING HER TALENT | BEING FREE where is maddie!? screamed a voice in the parlour, her eyes darting around for the small child that she had misplaced. the house was large enough for the search to go on for hours. this was not the mother of the child that was being looked for by the way, it was the maid, the nanny and a trusted friend of the family that madeline was born into. she was a small child, born late and believed to be a little slow (by her own mother, not the doctors. they believed that she was perfectly fine), madeline found a love for the piano early. it was caught by the nanny and she desperately tried to keep the little girl’s talent a secret. the mother and father only wanted an heir, or an heiress and even though they never admitted it, or said it without feeling, they did love the child, they just did not have time for her. madeline was passed from nanny to nanny in shifts as no one wanted to watch the little tyke twenty four seven. she had a nanny for everything, changing, feeding, even burping. it was just more money to be wasted but when madeline, at the age of four, discovered a special instrument in her wonderings through the house—all her nannies knew that she had a gift. madeline did not speak a full sentence until she was five, never having the need but always having the ability to speak but others seemed to speak for her—so why would she need to use her voice? her clothes were picked out, her hair was always brushed, even the food that she ate was decided for her. the girl thrived off this one moment, when her mother and father were gone from the house, where she could play in peace. the music was a melody that filled the house and once, the parents came early but the nannies covered it up. they made the parents believe it was a recording off a radio but the truth was eventually found out. madeline got to play what she wanted, which was all improvised from the age of 3 to 7. naturally, at three, her motor skills were not all that thought out and she more slammed her hands on the keyboard but it did not take her long to figure out which key made which sound and how to mix them together to play a melody. she was a prodigy. upon the discovery at the age of seven, her parents were furious with the nannies that practically raised their daughter and fired them on the spot. the goodbye, the thoughts to the goodbye or the memories, can still bring a tear to the girl’s eye to this day. it’s why she says “see you later” instead of goodbye. the maids were never seen again, sent back to the country that they were imported from as though they were common slaves but madeline never gave them a hard time because even as a child, she was obedient. the talent that she had was force fed to the world. she played concerts, attended lessons by famous composers, travelled the world and missed out on being a real child. her parents exploited her. she played for three solid years, played everything that she was told and when she was told. her mother would wake her up to make her practice, almost afraid that sleeping would make her lose the talent and the money that it brought it. she was a toy to her mother. just a cash doll that helped support the lavish lifestyle that they had. they settled in Brunswick after three years of travelling, purchasing a cottage by the lake when madeline was about ten. she was kept quiet though, people were not even aware that the gilbert family had a daughter. she was not something mentioned in fear that their negligence would be found out. mother and daughter stopped seeing eye to eye at this point as madeline would watch the kids playing outside, wanting to join them, and her mother would deny the request. madeline asked so many times that her mother actually made her bite down on a wooden ruler to get her to stop talking, just to play. the abuse that madeline received at this age was more emotional, she was kicked down to the ground in self-esteem when messing up on a key. her fingers were precious though and they never got tampered with. her mother would call her useless, lazy, incompetent and a myriad of other degrading words to keep her daughter from thinking she was anything to the world—but madeline knew. when she was at concerts, when she performed, people listened, they wanted to hear her music, but she was not allowed to make her own as it had a more upbeat feel to it, nothing emotional but just something to keep her going. practicing hours were spent playing the classics, learning the motion of her hands, the feel of the keys, and eventually, madeline began to resent the idea of playing the piano and rebelled. the rebellion started off slow, but her father, who was so absent from her life that she could not even tell you his eye color even though it mirrored her own, put an end to the first rebellion. she physically locked the door, backing herself into a corner of her room and hiding as her mother called her down for practice at the age of eleven. she was scared of what would happen but her fingers hurt for some reason, they throbbed with pain that she had never felt before. there was nothing wrong with them, physically but they, as was madeline, were just exhausted and tired of being used. her mother called her father who was not too pleased to have to come home to get his only daughter out of her room to get to a practice that they paid so much for. pulling her by her hair, she was tossed into the room with the piano and the door was then locked on her. the girl was confused as she looked to the piano that was before her. it was black, and so were most of the keys. confused even more, she had never seen this piano, not even in a magazine or on a stage where she performed. her finger moved across one of the black eye and she pressed down on it. expecting a melody to come through, the girl hissed and pulled her finger back to the electric shock that she received from the instrument that used to bring her such joy and pleasure. it was never supposed to be an instrument of pain and it ached, her finger throbbed as she held it to her chest. there was a computer hooked up to it, noticing the little details about how this particular piano worked, that had all the pre-planned music for the concert that was approaching, a big one, meant to draw in hundreds of people. eleven years old and she was given the chance to be something great, but with how much pressure put on her shoulder, madeline did not wish to play anymore. if the computer caught notes that were not on the sheet, or the wrong note being played , the device would sent an electric surge through the wire and into the key. it was meant to teach her, as though she did not already know, how to play. dropping to floor, she sat there, indian style, staring at the four white walls and looking to the barred in windows. she was trapped. play or starve. play or dehydrate. play or die. did they care that much about it? at eleven years old, madeline had been nothing but a secret, only being associated with the family when fame came into play. they were always saving safe and trying to make a name for themselves through her. she wondered if there was a camera in the room and started to shout that she was not going to play over and over again, her voice just echoing and after ten minutes of consecutive refusal, her piano teacher walked into the room with a ruler in his hand. he was apologizing as he forced her hands onto the top of the piano, hitting, not her fingers but the top of her wrists. he was paid to hurt her, he was paid to make her play and after only two minutes that consisted of three hits, she played. she played the right notes in fear of getting shock. she was able to eat dinner after that, sitting at the table with her parents on the either side of the long table, pretending like nothing was wrong. she cried herself to sleep that night, clutch her hands and making a promise to herself that she would have a normal life eventually. two weeks, the fight was put up and lost and eventually, madeline was too hungry and too tired to fight after everything. she played. she played the concert but she did not do so with a smile on her face. she was so distressed and her parents finally took notice of it. they finally saw how unhappy the girl was, how sad she was, how quiet she was and they allowed her a few days to herself in which, she laid in bed. she is not sure if this was depression but it was something dark. the girl thought about ways to break her fingers, she thought about smashing them in windows, dropping the very instrument that she played with on her digits, she wondered if cutting them would do some damage. she did not want to even have fingers anymore. sleeping seemed to revive the girl but she was lacking in fight for another few years. the day that she was brought into the real world, outside of the supervision of her parents, was the first day that she entered high school. she felt like a newborn, only having her knowledge about public schools from the tv shows that she occasionally snuck in late at night. her parents granted her this wish, knowing it was due to the fact that she was moping around the house and possibly due to the fact that she had stopped playing so much, even threatening to break her own hands to not play. they were easing up on the playing but homework and school work became a big part of the expectations too. perfect grades were expected even if her mother thought she was still a little slow, and in math and biology, she was but her other subjects were easier to get a hang of. she met a boy during those first few blurred days. she remembered what she was wearing, what he was wearing and what they said to each other—but she does not expect him to even after almost four years of a rocky relationship. she was not originally looking for anything, thinking that her parents would disapprove it but he got in, he got under her skin and he stayed there. he is the best thing to have ever happened to madeline, he is the light in her light when her parents make her see only dark. she has gotten the best grades possible since entering public school, she has excelled in everything that she has done but madeline will not touch a piano key unless she has to. she plays for byrce sometimes, when he needs a lullaby or when a feeling strikes her but it’s her music and no one elses. her parents, as she expected, discovered her relationship early on. bryce was not from the same degree of class and used to sneak into her window and sleep on the floor, and then eventually, beside her in the bed. her parents discovered the boy one morning when they had fallen asleep and he had forgotten to sneak out. cursing, livid red faces were the response that madeline got when she explained to her parents in a calm manner that she loved the boy. resorting back to the emotional abuse, she was called foolish and made to believe that her relationship was nothing but a way for him to get into their class. maddie never believed a word of it and behind her parent’s back, she has continued to see bryce. there was a week without him, without school, without anything really except for her walls and a piano sitting in front of her, staring and mocking. she was grounded in a sense but no music was played and eventually, her mother allowed her back to school where she reunited with bryce. he's the only person that knows everything about her. her parent seeing that she was distraught gave her permission to see bryce, under their supervision. they do, from time to time. her parents can't stop her when she is at school and after school. she claims to be going to piano lessons by the school teacher, but she is really just falling in love with bryce as they spend more time together. 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