Just saw Next to Normal! I needed to write a fanfic because I am still excited even after seeing it. Aaron's last show! His Gabe will be missed, but at least I got to see him twice :D Aaron Tveit strangely enough talked to me yesterday online...It was kind of weird, but I was excited :D Oh and then when I was in the city I saw him before the show walking into the stage door and pointed him out to my friend and when she came over to the window to look ever one looked and I sort of caused a huge commotion in Starbucks... Haha this girl ran over and was like "Oh Next to Normal is an amazing show, what are you pointing at?" And I was like I think that's Aaron Tveit and she was like "Oh My God! It is!" All her friends started freaking out and we ran out in the frigid cold air to see if it really and truly was him and it was. He went in and then came back out (This was way before show time) and a bit later I was walking down the street and he was in front of me! :O Well that's my adventure I hope you enjoy this short story :D Please review
A/N: So I have loved my two years on fanfiction, but I am considering no longer writing. The site has changed my life, but no one reads my stories and reviews so I feel it's a waste of time and I might as well stop writing.
Disclaimer: If I owned Next to Normal I would have seen the show more than twice :P
"Super boy and the invisible girl." My sister sang.
I laughed; she didn't even know what invisible was.
She doesn't know what it feels like to be ignored by all her loved ones for the last seventeen years of her life. No, she had no right to complain.
Sure, she doesn't get mom's attention most of the time, but mom is depressed and has many other issues, which is why I think she can see me…, but I am only trying to help. Besides, Natalie has dad and Henry to love and care for her. They make up for mom's neglect and absence in Natalie's life…at least she tries to love Natalie…
I am not seen or heard by anyone but mom and the rest of my family hates me. They wish I would vanish from their lives. I have news for them, I am not leaving. I need to be sure that their lives are better before I leave. I am trying to help, but they won't let me.
I know they're still hurting. My mom is open about her grief, but no one else talks about it. I am the subject none of them ever mention or want to talk about. I am ignored and feel like dirt swept under the rug, unseen and just waiting to be vacuumed up. Dad tries to be strong, for mom, but I see him cry. He sometimes wakes up in the middle of the night, sneaks downstairs and cries. It breaks my heart to know I am causing his pain. I wish I could comfort him, tell him I am here, but again, no one can see me.
He needs to say my name. I believe that will help him move on and stop grieving. He needs to confront his pain and acknowledge it. That's what Dr. Fine told my mom the first few months after I died…. I agree with him, even though I hate both her doctors. They aren't concerned about her, just the problem and they're intended on fixing it. Did they ever wonder it's not her brain, but her soul and heart that are hurting? No, doctors always try to find a medical issue and treat it rather than help with the grieving process…I thought that's what psychiatrists do, help you with your pain and problems? They listen, or at least they're supposed to…
Dad's hiding behind a mask, pretending he is okay. That doesn't solve the problem, dad! Please deal with my death as a family. I hate that I am tearing you apart!
Mom, Dad I love you and I wish I was alive and could be a true son. I'd make you proud. Natalie, I wish I could be your older brother so I could let you know even when you feel you're invisible, you're still love and someone is watching over you.