It Wasn't My Choice
A 'Maximum Ride' Fan Fiction
Based on the song Radio by He Is We
By: Dark-Angel6212
My life was full of hatred and battles, I was never happy.
He grew up just a little too fast.
A loss and need that's on his past.
If it weren't for the wolf genes, I would still be a joyful seven year old. I would have never grown up so fast. But that's in the past and I can't do anything about it. Not now and not then.
I can hear him humming from the other side of the room.
Guess he's got rhythm, 'cause he hums every time he's blue.
Oh, radio, bleed me a melody
That will make this boy cry.
I used to cry about it. Always in pain, filled with sorrow but what use does crying make? Tears will never heal these wounds.
Radio, bleed me a melody
That will make him wonder why he was so cold.
My entire life I have spent chasing the flock, hurting them, filled with a lust for their death. Why? They never did anything to me. I never chose to be cold.
Broken glass and a pretty face.
Silent mourn, full of hate.
I don't mourn over my changes anymore. The emotion has changed to pure hatred directed towards my "father." The man that caused all this.
Quiet face, silent mourn.
Screaming for consequence,
Pleading for more.
My face shows no hint of what I truly feel. Instead it shows the false anger I was programmed to feel towards Max and her flock.
Radio, bleed me a melody
That will make this boy cry.
Nothing will make me cry. Not the needles, not the memories, nothing.
Radio, bleed me a melody
That will make him wonder why he was so cold.
If only I could stop hunting them down, try helping them. But I can't, the School will most likely retire me. I've seen it done to others.
Write him a song that reminds him of a time
When he wasn't tumbling down, down, tumbling down.
If only everything was like it was when I was five, before I was turned into a monster.
Radio, bleed me a melody
That will make this boy cry.
Radio, bleed me a melody
That will make him wonder why he was so cold.
Radio, radio, radio, lead me a melody.
Radio, radio, radio, lead me a melody.
Radio, radio, radio, that boy's got rhythm 'cause he hums every time.
Radio, radio, radio.
But nothing will ever turn out the way I want it to. It can't. Why? Because I'm dead. I knew my expatriation date had popped up, I knew my time was soon and I wasn't scared. In fact I was happy, happy that I helped Max before I died. Hopefully they will realize I am not as cold as I look or act.
What did you think? I'm pretty proud (: Thank you for reading and I suggest you check out more songs by He Is We, they are kind of indie rock and not that famous. If you do want to listen to them I suggest you listen to the songs:
1) Pardon Me
2) Happily Ever After
3) A Mess It Grows
4) Prove You Wrong
And basically every other song they have :D
If you liked this story you can also read my other stories (most of them for MR).
Review please.
Bye! ~ Squiggles are cute ~