The A-Team
Hiya. This is another song fic; it came to me listening to the song A-Team, every good by the way. Man if there's one thing I need to not do is stop writing story after story. Anyways hope you enjoy. Please review and whatever.
She walked into her little bathroom and started to paint her face to get ready for another cold and endless night of pain and happiness. When she found she was good as she would ever get she walked out of her prison like apartment and down the block to her corner.
A car pulled up in front of her and like second nature, she got into the car receiving fifty dollars. The car sped away only to return hours later with the girl.
She hated the way her life turned out. She always thought she would become an author writing great books that people would want to devour, but she had to screw it up. She had to lose her mind, popping pulls, drinking non-stop for days on end, but she had to stop the pain. She couldn't go through the heartache over and over again. She wanted to let go, let the memories wash themselves away, forget about her. Forget she's gone and won't come back. Yes, she wanted to forget about her, but couldn't. She's stuck in this rut of selling her body to make ends meat because she wouldn't listen to her friends when they wanted to help her.
She wanted the pain go away so bad, she tried to kill herself, but they wouldn't let her. They said they cared about her to much, but didn't they know she was already dead inside? Why can't they just let the shell of their friend Rachel Roth go? Why keep a walking nothing here on earth just to be in pain? They were shellfish that's why. They wanted her to be like this, they wanted her to suffer. Couldn't they see what they were doing to her? No, because they only cared about themselves.
When she was getting slow she went down to an apartment building to apartment 3B and bought Heroin to take the pain away. How could her mother leave her like this? How could she, she was supposed to be here for her, but cancer took her away. Her friends still hasn't given up on her, but she distasted herself from them.
Another day came and gone another day of pain and happiness. Another day of a walking nothing.
The next night she went back to her corner back into cars of strangers performing varies of acts upon them, back into a highful bliss, and then back into the pain. she was so tired of the retinue so when she went to apartment 3B to buy her fix she bought more than she ever had.
Today they stood in the graveyard paying their respects. On the tombstone it read: here lies an angel Rachel Roth; a loving daughter and friend.
The end. I know it's short and everything. I wanted to get this done. I also decided to make this into a series pre-say having all the Titans past and them turning out how I see it and if you read the Breakfast Club Titans Style I'm working on the next chapter I have not forgotten I just had a lot going on since I last updated.
So I reread it I should explain somethings that came to mind when I started writing this. Frist the Titans don't know each other. Second I'm not going to update this to put the other Titans in their stories well be separate so no one gets confused. And third the Titans are normal they don't have powers. Bye.