"Let's Cause A Scene" by EmoStarlette
Summary: Brothers shooting brothers…I guess that's America for you. But before the next story, they show pictures of these two brothers…
And my eyes are meant by mirror images, and I realize that I am looking at not just any brothers, but my brothers.
Disclaimer: I do not own The O.C., and I doubt I ever will. If this changes, you'll be the first to know, I promise.
I also do not own the song "Separation Anxiety" lyrics and rights to this song belong to American Hi-Fi.
Author's Note: Okay, so I know there are quite a few "Little Atwood Sister" stories, but believe me when I say this one will be different. At least I hope so. I promise to make this as interesting and realistic as possible...so please read and review.
If anything, I've realized that life doesn't go just as you plan it. Things can change in a heartbeat, whether you want them to or not. And sometimes? Well, sometimes there's no changing it. There's just not a damn thing you can do. There's no such thing as being prepared, at least not if you believe in a thing called fate. Me? I didn't used to believe in fate…my mantra used to be that we could all control the things that happened to us, that it was up to us to run our lives. But now I know this can't be true. If I were in charge of my life I wouldn't be sleeping in a parking lot right now. I would have someplace to go…someplace warm and bright, with people. The type of people that don't want you for their own sick games, or because you have something to offer. People that love you even when you have nothing to offer, nothing to give, and no reason to live. But it's those people that give you the reason to live, because you know they'll always be there. I wish I had those people.
The pavement is cold against the bare skin of my palm, and rocky beneath my back. I find it funny that as I lie here, a car could come and run me over at any given moment. Life isn't a confirmed thing…it's not steady or stagnant, it can be ripped away at any time. But I think that's kind of a thrill. If I knew I'd be here forever, well, what would be the point? If living forever meant living the life I am right now…I'd rather die right here tonight in the 7/11 parking lot. I'm not suicidal or anything, just honest. Which brings me to yet another thought…people should be more honest. Think of all the things that aren't said, all the words that go unspoken. If I could go back and say all the things I could never say, maybe I wouldn't be here right now.
Sirens continue to sound in the distance, and it makes you wonder. Is somebody breathing his or her last breath at this very moment? Or could it be that a baby is being born? Maybe it's nothing big; maybe someone just broke their leg or something, who knows? A grungy looking man with a shopping cart passes me, the metal cart filled with all sorts of odds and ends. He smiles, and I offer a small wave, since we've seen each other before. But he moves along, because we both know that I don't belong here. I technically have a place to go, but he doesn't. I have a house to go home to, a house with people who pay the bills and buy me things, stupid things I don't want or need. Don't they say home is where the heart is though? Because if that's true, I'm just as homeless as the man with the shopping cart.
There's an electronics store across the street, with televisions and stereos in the window, made to look sleek and irresistible. It's stupid that they leave those TVs on after store closing, what a waste of energy. But I shouldn't complain, at least it gives me something to look at. I used to love gazing at the sky, looking at all the stars and the moon, but now it just makes me feel small. Smaller than I like to feel. So that's where the TVs come in. There's a news program on, showing all the crime and murder in our lovely California, the place of dreams. If your dream consists of being shot for your sneakers, then sure. To my surprise, the next story must have to do with Orange County, since they show a picture of the coastline, the one I've never seen, even though I've lived here my entire life. Rolling my eyes, I figure it's about some plastic surgery lawsuit, or something equally as insignificant. But instead a headline pops up, something about a shooting involving two brothers- they think one shot the other. What kind of world is this? Brothers shooting brothers…I guess that's America for you. My curiosity getting the best of me, I keep my eyes on the screen, waiting for the next story. But before the next story, they show pictures of these two brothers…
And my eyes are meant by mirror images, and I realize that I am looking at not just any brothers, but my brothers.
Since you've been gone I fall apart
I knew you'd leave me from the very start
Tell me again just what you want from me
It's separation anxiety
A/N: Okay, so I know that was short, and in a different writing style than I usually use. I don't really know how I'm going to write this yet- I really like toying around with writing styles, so just bare with me, I promise to delight. But here's what I need you for- if you read this and loved it- review. If you read it and hated it- review and let me know why. If you read it and it was just so-so, guess what? I still want you to review. Seriously, getting feedback is rad and helps get the creative juices flowing. I love you, so hopefully, you love me enough to review.