Fight, chapter 3
That night Natalie was on the computer again until about 2 in the morning, when her mother wanted on. Figuring that she had been on all day about, she left her mother on the computer. She wandered her way to the main level of her house and plopped down in a deep velvet blue chair and switched on the TV.
After a few shows the television began to bore her so she ran upstairs to retrieve her camcorder. Natalie wanted to have a reality TV show almost as much as she wanted to be famous in a band or meet Green Day. She turned it on and was talking to it by herself for a little while but also got bored of that.
She retrieved International Superhits and put it into her DVD played. She turned the volume up as loud as she could without getting another noise complaint from the neighbors. Natalie plopped down on the green plaid couch in the living room, letting the words drown everything out.
Her eyes closed and thoughts filled her mind. It wasn't the movie this time, this time it was negative. They were thoughts about politics, music, school, almost everything, since almost everything was negative in life.
Sometimes she wondered about suicide. If her family somehow died, she thought about killing herself. But she knew she couldn't do it. She was never suppose to be born, the doctors said she would never happen, but she did. She proved them all wrong. From that point on, she knew, she knew that she was meant to be here and meant to live. What she would do though, she would go mute... She would speak her mind through her songs. But hopefully that would never happen to her.
A while passed and she fell asleep on the couch with Green Day on repeat.
*** A few days later ***
The fireworks were bursting everywhere. Songs about America were being played throughout the whole field. As much as Natalie hated soccer she went to Invesco Field every year with her friends. They wandered around while the game was going on and then took there seats for the fireworks. As much as Natalie hates America, she loved the 4th, and at the same time she dreaded it. She loved it for the American Pride that most of the time was thrown out and beat down. But she did hate America with a passion. So, she was being hypocritical. She loved the idea of freedom, but it wasn't always in America. If you said something and someone disagreed with you, it was likely that you could get shot. Well, maybe not shot for everything you say, but for what Natalie wanted to say, yes you would get shot. Your freedom of religion was no longer free, they were trashing Christians and making fun of atheists. What the hell is free about that? Natalie just hated America in the state its in today and where it's headed. She loved the 4th for fireworks. The fireworks take the pain away. It gets sent up and blows up into a shot of happiness.
Just because the fireworks on the 4th of July take away you pain and blow it up, doesn't make up for the thinking of a smart mind like Natalie's. She understands all the outcomes that the world is coming to. She understood the positive thoughts and the negative ones. But the negative ones overruled her thoughts.
When she arrived home that night, she cried. She cried for hours. She finally let everything out.
The fucked up world we live in today, right?
After a few shows the television began to bore her so she ran upstairs to retrieve her camcorder. Natalie wanted to have a reality TV show almost as much as she wanted to be famous in a band or meet Green Day. She turned it on and was talking to it by herself for a little while but also got bored of that.
She retrieved International Superhits and put it into her DVD played. She turned the volume up as loud as she could without getting another noise complaint from the neighbors. Natalie plopped down on the green plaid couch in the living room, letting the words drown everything out.
Her eyes closed and thoughts filled her mind. It wasn't the movie this time, this time it was negative. They were thoughts about politics, music, school, almost everything, since almost everything was negative in life.
Sometimes she wondered about suicide. If her family somehow died, she thought about killing herself. But she knew she couldn't do it. She was never suppose to be born, the doctors said she would never happen, but she did. She proved them all wrong. From that point on, she knew, she knew that she was meant to be here and meant to live. What she would do though, she would go mute... She would speak her mind through her songs. But hopefully that would never happen to her.
A while passed and she fell asleep on the couch with Green Day on repeat.
*** A few days later ***
The fireworks were bursting everywhere. Songs about America were being played throughout the whole field. As much as Natalie hated soccer she went to Invesco Field every year with her friends. They wandered around while the game was going on and then took there seats for the fireworks. As much as Natalie hates America, she loved the 4th, and at the same time she dreaded it. She loved it for the American Pride that most of the time was thrown out and beat down. But she did hate America with a passion. So, she was being hypocritical. She loved the idea of freedom, but it wasn't always in America. If you said something and someone disagreed with you, it was likely that you could get shot. Well, maybe not shot for everything you say, but for what Natalie wanted to say, yes you would get shot. Your freedom of religion was no longer free, they were trashing Christians and making fun of atheists. What the hell is free about that? Natalie just hated America in the state its in today and where it's headed. She loved the 4th for fireworks. The fireworks take the pain away. It gets sent up and blows up into a shot of happiness.
Just because the fireworks on the 4th of July take away you pain and blow it up, doesn't make up for the thinking of a smart mind like Natalie's. She understands all the outcomes that the world is coming to. She understood the positive thoughts and the negative ones. But the negative ones overruled her thoughts.
When she arrived home that night, she cried. She cried for hours. She finally let everything out.
The fucked up world we live in today, right?
