It's a oneshot songfic. The song it Open by Demi Lovato. You should check it out. It's an amazing song. :)
Spitting fire back and forth now
Times have changed in just a few months
Neighbors complaining from the fights and
Why can't things be the same
Caitlin cried. Her parents kept fighting, and it didn't look like it was gonna stop soon. The butlers were quitting because they didn't want to be around all the violence, Mr. and Mrs. Cooke slept seperate(not only in different rooms, but on completely different floors), and Caitlin was dying inside.
'Maybe money can't buy happiness.' She thought as she stood up and walked over to her stereo. She cranked it, attempting to drown out the screaming.
And maybe I'm just a little bit cautious
Of what I'm gonna say
When I tell you I can't live this way.
But I don't know what to expect from someone who's so insane
Her mom was going crazy. Her father was becoming distant. She didn't want to go on like this. She had to say something. She had to scream. She had to escape.
But she was too timid to do any of those things.
Why can't I get through the night
Without another fight
I'm tired of the hurting
Is it really worth it?
Am I all alone again?
Cause I am kinda feeling like I'm screaming
With my mouth shut
When it's really open.
Caitlin flopped on her bed and placed a pillow over her head. She screamed, but it was muffled. She didn't want people to know it hurt. She wanted to appear strong. She wanted it to be over.
The only noises in my head
Are consumed of your voice
From all the pain and hatred
How long can you kick somebody down
Before a foot breaks?
All of the past month filled her mind. All the arguments. All the hate filled comments. All the tear laced apologies. Her mother wanted half the estate, and her father didn't even want a divorce. Sometimes they could work things out, but not for long. Then the fighting would start back up again. Caitlin didn't know what she wanted, except for that she wanted it to stop.
And why can't I get through the night
Without another fight
I'm tired of the hurting
Is it really worth it?
Am I all alone again cause
I am kinda feeling like I'm screaming
With my mouth shut when it's really open.
Caitlin screamed again. It felt good. Once again, she let out a high pitched yell. For a third time she let out a scream, the loudest one she had ever let out. It felt amazing to let out every frustration she had felt in the last month. For the first time in a month she was happy.
And I knew that you would fabricate
This situation just for
The sake of your need for attention
And I'm sick of always being the one
To always break down, always melt down
In the end.
And maybe this time
It's a sign that independance and I
Are finally catching on
I don't need you to rely on.
Mrs. Cooke was making up lies, saying that Mr. Cooke was a cheating, lying pig. But in reality he was the best husband anyone could ask for. She was the liar, and the cheater. He was still madly in love with her.
And why can't I get through the night
Without another fight I'm tired of the hurting
Is it really worth it?
Am I all alone again cause
I am kinda feeling like I'm screaming
With my mouth shut
When it's really open.
Caitlin screamed again, this time without the pillow. She jumped out of bed, ran to the kitchen, where her parents were, and screamed. Anger burned within her, and she let out another scream.
"STOP IT! Just SHUT UP!" Caitlin shouted. She pounded her fist on the countertop, then ran over to where her parents were standing and pushed them apart to stand in between them. "What are you guys doing?" Her eyes filled with sadness now.
Spitting fire back and forth now
Times have changed in just a few months
Caitlin then went upstairs, packed her bags, and drove over to Jens house. She needed some time away.
