I decided that I need to start writing Next to Normal Fanfics, so this is a monologue I wrote. It isn't too good, but I hope you like it even a little bit. Thanks.
-StarkidRiddle
Disclaimer: I own nothing, except the idea I have. If I did own Next to Normal, I would be Natalie, and that would be incredible.
Natalie's POV.
The recital…god, the recital (she laughs nervously). My mom…she never showed up. She never did anything for me. She was at an emergency appointment with her doctor, so it was just Henry and I…I freaked out. I couldn't play. He had to carry me offstage. Can you imagine? I couldn't get it right. I improvised, basically saying that Classical music was fucked up. God, if anyone had cared to show up, maybe I could have gotten that full ride I needed.
I didn't. I wanted, with all my heart, to get into Yale, away from my family. I honestly wanted to get away from everything…well, not Henry. I needed Henry.
God, Henry…I just…I've never loved anybody this much. Sometimes I lie in bed and just think about him, loving how much he loved me. I didn't know how to show it, and that was all I wanted. I wanted to be normal. I wanted to be perfect. I wanted so much.
Now I realize that I can't be perfect, but I can be myself. Same goes for normal. For once, this afternoon, March 1st, she did something—she left treatment and took me to my dance with Henry. I feel bad that she left my dad, though…but, for once, I'm grateful for her.
Not that we'll ever have a real relationship, but…she helped me do something. I'm pretty proud of her.
I guess, now, even though it can't be completely normal, we can be next to normal.