Hey everyone, I am soo sorry for not updating any of my other stories yet, I kinda have a little case of writers block. But I am working on them!
Anyway, I was listening to music when Little Toy Guns came on and I thought to myself, "wow that sounds like a good song for Maya". And Bam! here we are. I hope you all like it.
Little Toy Guns by Carrie Underwood
In between coats in the closet
She held onto that heart shaped locket
Staring at a family, flawless
But it ain't a pretty picture tonight
Flashback (Past-2006)
A seven year old Maya Hart sat in the back of her closet. The only sound she could hear was of her parents arguing. It seemed like they were always arguing. She didn't understand why they had to fight with each other.
Why can't they just get along with each other like Riley's do? She wondered to herself. It's like this every night.
Maya sat down in the corner of her small closet. She didn't understand why they had to fight. Sometimes it was about when Katy went for an audition instead of going to work or pick Maya up from school, sometimes it was about when her dad broke things on accident around the house or it was about Maya. Which tonight it was about when her dad dropped the new faucet that he was installing and it broke.
Mom and Daddy just won't stop it
Fighting at the drop of a faucet
Cuts through the walls, catastrophic
She's caught in the crossfire
"You are always yelling at me for spending a lot of money, then you go and break the faucet and we have to spend the money to buy a new one!" Katy yelled.
"Me?! You would rather chase your stupid dream of becoming an actress than be with your on daughter. A dream you have no hope of achieving! Do you think Maya deserves that? A mother who does not even care about her?"
Puts her hands over her ears
Starts talking through the tears
And she's saying, and she's praying
Maya would always cover her ears to block out the noise but nothing worked. She could always hear them yelling at each other. That's how every night went. It started with the other parent doing something wrong, then it went to Maya. When it got to this part of the fight, with her hands over her ears, Maya would always say a little prayer.
I wish words were like little toy guns
No sting, no hurting no one
Just a bang, bang rollin off your tongue
Yeah, no smoke, no bullets
No kick from the trigger when you pull it
No pain, no damage done
And just a bang, bang rollin off your tongue
Sometimes Maya would pretend that they were always pretending like when Maya, Riley and a bunch of friends would play house as school when they were younger. And that they would come in and play with Maya until bed time.
Wish there was a white flag waving
Or that they were just faking
And it was just a game they were playing
Like shoot-'em-up cowboys
Leave the plastic pistols in the front yard
Throw away the scorecard
And just turn off all the noise
I wish words were like little toy guns
No sting, no hurting no one
Just a bang, bang rollin off your tongue
Yeah, no smoke, no bullets
No kick from the trigger when you pull it
No pain, no damage done
And just a bang, bang rollin off your tongue
That night Maya's dad left like he always did after a fight. This time, though, he never came back. It was a night Maya would never forget. Katy cried herself asleep that night. That night had such an impact on Maya that she wrote down her thoughts and feelings about it in so she would never forget it into her favorite blue journal.
Oh, I wish the didn't cut like a knife
I wish they didn't break you inside
I wish they didn't bang, bang
Make you wanna run...
(Present-2013)
Maya was sitting up on a stage with a guitar on her knee and a big banner above her that reads "John Quincy Adams Middle School Talent Show!". And she was singing a song from her childhood, written in a faded blue journal.
I wish words were like little toy guns
No sting, no hurting no one
Just a bang, bang rollin off your tongue
Yeah, no smoke, no bullets
No kick from the trigger when you pull it
No pain, no damage done
And just a bang, bang rollin off your tongue
Oh, like little toy guns.
And yes the song going on through the whole story is when Maya is on stage at the talent show. I hope you liked it. Please, if you haven't read any of my other stories, please read them and comment on them.
Disclaimer: I don't own Little Toy Guns or GMW
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Peace,
-Cassie-the-Librarian