The Girl
Disclaimer: You all know the drill...
AN: Contains some cutting scenes.
Monica sat on her window sill and cried. She was a 28 year old who had no one. No friends. No one. She had always felt alone and as if she never belonged.
"Ugh." she said standing up.
"I should probably go to work now."
She looked around her apartment and saw no one there. She was talking to no one. A single tear fell down her face.
Monica arrived at her restraunt on time. She began cooking all of the food mechanically. She wasn't thinking about the food she was cooking. She was thinking about her childhood and how horrible it had been. It was only 8 and she still had another hour left to work.
"I have to leave." she said taking off her apron.
"But boss..."
"You're an assistant chef! So cook!"
"Okay, calm down."
"Sorry." she replied walking out.
It was pouring outside but Monica never really noticed. As she walked quickly down the street she paid no attention to if anyone was in front of her or not.
A man walked out from under a shop's covering, walking into the cold downpour.
"Aw..crap. More rain." he said as he walked down the sidewalk.
Monica began to cry as she walked home and increased her speed to almost a jog. She turned a corner and ran smack dab into someone.
"Oh I'm so sorry.." she started picking herself up and helping the stranger up.
"I'm already wet." he joked.
When he looked up at the still apoligizing woman he smiled. She was beautiful. Her eyes were just...and her voice sounded like an angel's.
She looked at him smiling at her and suddenly felt sick to her stomach.
"I have to go." she said starting to walk quickly away.
"Wait. What's your name?" he called after her retreating form.
"Mine's Chandler." he whispered to himself as he too slowly resumed walking.
Monica collapsed onto her bed crying. No one had ever smiled at her like that. She was scared half to death. She quickly remembered when her mom had kicked her out at 17. She walked into the bathroom grabbed a razor and watched as the blood ran down her hand. This was her quick release from the hurt of never being loved and no one could ever know.
I can remember the very first time I cried
How I wiped my eyes and buried the pain inside
All of my memories - good and bad - that's past
Didn't even take the time to realize
Starin' at the cracks in the walls
Cuz I'm waiting for it all to come to an end
Still I curl up right under the bed
Cuz its takin' over my head all over again
Do you even know who you are?
I guess I'm tryin' to find
A borrowed dream or a superstar?
I want to be a star
Is life good to you or is it bad?
I can't tell anymore
Do you even know what you have?
Lyin' awake watchin' the sunlight
How the birds will sing as I count the rings
around my eyes
Constantly pushing the world I know aside
I don't even feel the pain, I don't even want to
try
I'm lookin' for a way to become
The person that I dreamt of when I was sixteen
Oh, nothin' is ever enough
Ooh, baby, it ain't enough for what it may seem
Do you even know who you are?
I'm still tryin' to find
A borrowed dream or a superstar?
Everybody wants to be
Is life good to you or is it bad?
I can't tell anymore
Do you even know what you have?
No
Sorry girl, tell a tale for me
Cuz I'm wondering how you really feel
I'm a lonely girl, I'll tell a tale for you
Cuz I'm just tryin' to make all my dreams come
true
Do you even know who you are?
Oh, yeah, yeah
A borrowed dream or a superstar?
Oh, I wanted to be a star
Is life good to you or is it bad?
I can't tell, I can't tell anymore
Do you even know what you have?
I guess not, oh I guess not
Do you even know who you are?
Oh, I'm tryin' to find
A rising dream or a superstar?
Oh, I have a all these dreams
Is life good to you or is it bad?
I can't tell anymore
Do you even know what you have?
No, no
Do you even know what you are?
A rising dream or a fallen star?
Is life good to you or is it bad?
Lonely Girl by Pink
Should I continue...PLEASE REVIEW!!!
Disclaimer: You all know the drill...
AN: Contains some cutting scenes.
Monica sat on her window sill and cried. She was a 28 year old who had no one. No friends. No one. She had always felt alone and as if she never belonged.
"Ugh." she said standing up.
"I should probably go to work now."
She looked around her apartment and saw no one there. She was talking to no one. A single tear fell down her face.
Monica arrived at her restraunt on time. She began cooking all of the food mechanically. She wasn't thinking about the food she was cooking. She was thinking about her childhood and how horrible it had been. It was only 8 and she still had another hour left to work.
"I have to leave." she said taking off her apron.
"But boss..."
"You're an assistant chef! So cook!"
"Okay, calm down."
"Sorry." she replied walking out.
It was pouring outside but Monica never really noticed. As she walked quickly down the street she paid no attention to if anyone was in front of her or not.
A man walked out from under a shop's covering, walking into the cold downpour.
"Aw..crap. More rain." he said as he walked down the sidewalk.
Monica began to cry as she walked home and increased her speed to almost a jog. She turned a corner and ran smack dab into someone.
"Oh I'm so sorry.." she started picking herself up and helping the stranger up.
"I'm already wet." he joked.
When he looked up at the still apoligizing woman he smiled. She was beautiful. Her eyes were just...and her voice sounded like an angel's.
She looked at him smiling at her and suddenly felt sick to her stomach.
"I have to go." she said starting to walk quickly away.
"Wait. What's your name?" he called after her retreating form.
"Mine's Chandler." he whispered to himself as he too slowly resumed walking.
Monica collapsed onto her bed crying. No one had ever smiled at her like that. She was scared half to death. She quickly remembered when her mom had kicked her out at 17. She walked into the bathroom grabbed a razor and watched as the blood ran down her hand. This was her quick release from the hurt of never being loved and no one could ever know.
I can remember the very first time I cried
How I wiped my eyes and buried the pain inside
All of my memories - good and bad - that's past
Didn't even take the time to realize
Starin' at the cracks in the walls
Cuz I'm waiting for it all to come to an end
Still I curl up right under the bed
Cuz its takin' over my head all over again
Do you even know who you are?
I guess I'm tryin' to find
A borrowed dream or a superstar?
I want to be a star
Is life good to you or is it bad?
I can't tell anymore
Do you even know what you have?
Lyin' awake watchin' the sunlight
How the birds will sing as I count the rings
around my eyes
Constantly pushing the world I know aside
I don't even feel the pain, I don't even want to
try
I'm lookin' for a way to become
The person that I dreamt of when I was sixteen
Oh, nothin' is ever enough
Ooh, baby, it ain't enough for what it may seem
Do you even know who you are?
I'm still tryin' to find
A borrowed dream or a superstar?
Everybody wants to be
Is life good to you or is it bad?
I can't tell anymore
Do you even know what you have?
No
Sorry girl, tell a tale for me
Cuz I'm wondering how you really feel
I'm a lonely girl, I'll tell a tale for you
Cuz I'm just tryin' to make all my dreams come
true
Do you even know who you are?
Oh, yeah, yeah
A borrowed dream or a superstar?
Oh, I wanted to be a star
Is life good to you or is it bad?
I can't tell, I can't tell anymore
Do you even know what you have?
I guess not, oh I guess not
Do you even know who you are?
Oh, I'm tryin' to find
A rising dream or a superstar?
Oh, I have a all these dreams
Is life good to you or is it bad?
I can't tell anymore
Do you even know what you have?
No, no
Do you even know what you are?
A rising dream or a fallen star?
Is life good to you or is it bad?
Lonely Girl by Pink
Should I continue...PLEASE REVIEW!!!
