The Simple Things
Summary: Jess's story, before and through the transfer to SH.
A/N I know that I keep on starting new stories, but I just have to try this one. I have a good feeling about it. ;D
Chapter 1 – My Name Is
My name is Jess Mariano. NY native.
My dad left almost two years ago. Mom used to say that it wasn't my fault, but I know she blames me anyway.
I can see it in the way she looks at me.
She started drinking heavier than ever. A few nights ago, when I finally came home, I found her in the living room, totally out. She smelled like really bad, cheap tequila, and I know about distinguishing cheap tequila. Her hair was all cluttered. She was lying on the floor, bathing in a puddle of her own vomit, but somehow, although she was hitting rock bottom at that moment, she had a peaceful expression covering her features, almost an innocent expression, a tiny childlike smile spread on her face.
This has been the only time I saw her smile since he left, coming to think about it, even long before he did.
I wasn't a decorous boy myself too. I never was, not even when my father was still around. I have always been one to test boundaries, always swaying on the thin line between being a naughty boy to a youth delinquent.
When things got too hectic, I had to find a hideaway.
My escape was in my books, where normal people lived normal lives, or at least interesting if not normal. They had feelings and dreams and hopes, and on frequent occasions, the ending was for their liking. Lucky them.
I, on the other hand, was ready to try anything in order to feel alive.
I began to live for the sake of the simple things, the little thrills, I was taught not to develop any kind of high expectations for myself.
Love.
I never thought about Love anymore. After all those years of being uncared, untouched, by my own parents, there was no chance in the world I'd have that.
Or so I thought.
The adrenalin rush gave that to me. The danger, those moments of fear, when I feel the hair on my hands stand, my heart beats rapidly and there's this excitement in the air, all those made me happy, 'cause I knew I was alive. My mother surly never tried to remind me of that. In fact, I believe she'd be relieved if I wouldn't have been.
Well, I guess I finally crossed that thin line tonight. Sitting here, in a dark, damp cell.
Mom won't be laughing now either.
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"Simple Things" By ALL
father left home when you turned 14. took the best, left the rest for the simple things. The simple things come easy when you've been used. tried every drug in the neighborhood. but nothing can change your mind about the simple things. the simple things come easy when you've been abused. life is cheap, money's free, these are what we call the simple things, desperate now, gun to your mouth, is death worse than life when you live for the simple things? the simple things come easy when you've no choice, it smells outside from the atomic tide, and you have no money and nowhere to hide. The simple things come easy when you've no voice. The simple things come easy, when the good things in life aren't free. I will try to protect you from within myself. let the simple things run their course. I can't trust my family and friends. its all around, they all want the simple things. the simple things come easy, if you believe. I'll draw my lines, choose my defense. When it all comes down they'll kill for the simple things. the simple things come easy if you concede.
Summary: Jess's story, before and through the transfer to SH.
A/N I know that I keep on starting new stories, but I just have to try this one. I have a good feeling about it. ;D
Chapter 1 – My Name Is
My name is Jess Mariano. NY native.
My dad left almost two years ago. Mom used to say that it wasn't my fault, but I know she blames me anyway.
I can see it in the way she looks at me.
She started drinking heavier than ever. A few nights ago, when I finally came home, I found her in the living room, totally out. She smelled like really bad, cheap tequila, and I know about distinguishing cheap tequila. Her hair was all cluttered. She was lying on the floor, bathing in a puddle of her own vomit, but somehow, although she was hitting rock bottom at that moment, she had a peaceful expression covering her features, almost an innocent expression, a tiny childlike smile spread on her face.
This has been the only time I saw her smile since he left, coming to think about it, even long before he did.
I wasn't a decorous boy myself too. I never was, not even when my father was still around. I have always been one to test boundaries, always swaying on the thin line between being a naughty boy to a youth delinquent.
When things got too hectic, I had to find a hideaway.
My escape was in my books, where normal people lived normal lives, or at least interesting if not normal. They had feelings and dreams and hopes, and on frequent occasions, the ending was for their liking. Lucky them.
I, on the other hand, was ready to try anything in order to feel alive.
I began to live for the sake of the simple things, the little thrills, I was taught not to develop any kind of high expectations for myself.
Love.
I never thought about Love anymore. After all those years of being uncared, untouched, by my own parents, there was no chance in the world I'd have that.
Or so I thought.
The adrenalin rush gave that to me. The danger, those moments of fear, when I feel the hair on my hands stand, my heart beats rapidly and there's this excitement in the air, all those made me happy, 'cause I knew I was alive. My mother surly never tried to remind me of that. In fact, I believe she'd be relieved if I wouldn't have been.
Well, I guess I finally crossed that thin line tonight. Sitting here, in a dark, damp cell.
Mom won't be laughing now either.
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"Simple Things" By ALL
father left home when you turned 14. took the best, left the rest for the simple things. The simple things come easy when you've been used. tried every drug in the neighborhood. but nothing can change your mind about the simple things. the simple things come easy when you've been abused. life is cheap, money's free, these are what we call the simple things, desperate now, gun to your mouth, is death worse than life when you live for the simple things? the simple things come easy when you've no choice, it smells outside from the atomic tide, and you have no money and nowhere to hide. The simple things come easy when you've no voice. The simple things come easy, when the good things in life aren't free. I will try to protect you from within myself. let the simple things run their course. I can't trust my family and friends. its all around, they all want the simple things. the simple things come easy, if you believe. I'll draw my lines, choose my defense. When it all comes down they'll kill for the simple things. the simple things come easy if you concede.
