Title: Book One of the Chosen of Shannara
Authors: DracoStarbo ( dracostarbo@yahoo.com ) and Lunablue ( deadredsocks@yahoo.com )
Disclaimer: The Shannara universe belongs to Terry Brooks and affiliated companies.
Warnings: This story contains language and ideas that can be found offensive.
Some of this chapter contains extreme violence and disturbing ideas that may be nauseating and extremely offensive to the weak of heart. You have been warned. If such things disturb you it is not necessary to read this chapter as it will not actively pertain to the main story but is instead a sort of spin off flashback.
Authors Notes:
As always, Loved something? Hated something? Let us know, by reading and reviewing. Or flaming. Or sending hate mail. We do except all forms of MasterCard, Visa and stalkers are generally appreciated.
It has come to our attention that some people feel our story is rated to lightly, that we should have it rated it R . Trust us, what we have written so far is * not * our version of R. Since said certain people have threatened to report us to fanfiction.net and have our story removed, we shall comply with their terrorist threats by changing the rating to R . But if we're going to change the rating, then we're going to make damn fucking sure that it's truly a R rated story. So if you found our content or language annoying or offensive before. . . fuck off and stop reading now.
DragonStarbo's Notes: I'd like to make it clear that I had nothing to do with chapter. Well, what I mean is that Lunablue stayed up until the wee hours of the morning, writing this chapter fueled by the little comment that StarShanLOTRfan made. Whoever said that flames weren't good? ^^^ See, StarShan, you accutally did us a favor by adding to our imaginations, as stated before. Thank you very much.
Reviewers Response:
StarShanLOTRfan : No, that was PG- 13, * this * is rated R.
Tigga Terra : My Ash!! MY MY MY ASH!! You cant have him! :: selfish clings is chibi body to her chest and frolics away:: Actually, your comment about us having something going on is. . . interesting. Lets just say that if I told you anymore about the social developments between characters I'd have to kill you for knowing too much.
Danger Kitties: LoL. Well, we've updated. We're so glad you loved the last two chapters, we loved writing them. Except, when we were writing them I distinctly recall being anger and vexed with them because the stupid muses always came around one in the morning. Next time threaten your little brother with the Potatoes coming after him in his sleep. You don't have to worry about sanity, it's something highly overrated anyways.
Sora Potter: We missed you!!! Thanks for reviewing again, DracoStarbo was getting worried. So, still a big Doctor Pepper fan?
4 Reviews for 1 chapter!!!! Yeah, a new personal Shannara record!!!!
Dedication: For all of the readers out there who find this story obscene and annoying. We are truly honored you felt our little story was infuriating enough to use some of your precious time to jab pathetic attempts at insults and threats our way. Thank you. Please, keep the flames rolling in, they feed our perverted imaginations.
Chapter Nine: An Impromptu Eminem Interlude
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3 months earlier. . .
Memial was walking down Wren St., a double scoop cone of her favorite ice cream, Mint Chocolate Chip, in one hand, and her CD player in the other. Out of her headphones blared her favorite new song, Dolly Partons Yellow Roses. The hot sun blared down on her skin, which combined with the heat, causing a dewy sweat to trickle down her tanned legs and drip along her chest into the scarlet tank top she wore.
The temperature was a 119 degrees, an unusual temperature for November. But that was ok with Memial, because everything was going good. Her Dad had bought them tickets to the San Francisco Giants game later that night, Christmas Vacation was just around the corner, she wasn't flunking Chemistry. . .who cares about something as unimportant as the temperature being eighty or so degrees hotter than normal? 'Yes,' Memial decided, her head giving a nod of agreement. "life is definitely good right now.'
And that's when her batteries died.
'Noooooooooo!'
Despair crashed through Memial like a drunk behind the driving wheel. A strange look from the group of little kids passing by her, who then pursued their destination a bit more quickly, made Memial wonder for a second if she had said that out loud.
A squeal of laughter from some anonymous and invisible kids, followed by the distinct sound of someone belly flopping into a pool, washed away her despair as quickly as it had come. ' That's right Memial girl, our happiness is not dependent upon the stupid CD player. Remember what you were thinking just moments ago? Life, is good.' And with another nod of agreement from her head she was taking the headphones off and shoving the music player in her backpack.
With a flip of her long, shiny brown hair she was off again. Simply taking in the surroundings, something she'd grown to miss after spending so much of her outside life protected and hidden by the addictive music transporter.
Above her head the sea gulls soared quietly, seeking their next grease fried meal. A lovely chronologically gifted couple walked by, nodding their heads at her with the respect only those from the earlier 1900's were breed with. Sitting under the shade of tree was a group of kids that she recognized from her high school, the boom box next to them was playing mariachi music. The children in the park next to her were running around, flying a Chinese Kite, while others started a friendly game of soccer that was interrupted quite frequently with giggles from the pristine looking female goalie.
A soft smile graced Memial's pearl pink lips as the sound of a car backfiring echoing from far away and children laughing the uninhibited laugh of the naïve and innocent graced her ears. A distinct feeling of complete contentment rose from the depths of her heart. 'This is what life should be like always.'
Even the squeal of tires didn't snap her out the trance. But something was wrong, the children's laughter had changed, they were now. . . screaming? Realizing the screams were out of place in the happy Leaver To Beaver world she was living in her head snapped up as her eyes focused back on the outside world. What she saw was like something out of a horror movie.
A banged up old '71 Firebird was driving down the street, music blaring from the windows.
/ / / / Where's my snare? I have no snare in my head phones. There you go. Yeah. Yo, yo
Have you ever been hated or discriminated against? I have. I've been protested and demonstrated against. Picket signs for my wicked rhymes. Look at the times Sick as the mind of the mother fuckin kid its behind All this commotion Emotions Run deep as oceans explodin Tempers flaring from parents Just blow them off And keep going Not taking nothing from no one Give them hell long as I'm breathin Kickin ass in the morning and taking names in the evening Leaving them with the taste of sour and vinegar in their mouth See they can trigger me But they'll never figure me out Look at me now I bet your probably sick of me now ain't you momma? I'm gonna make you look so ridiculous now! / / / /
She watched, eyes wide with horror, as one of the backseat passengers held a gun out the tinted windows. She stood there frozen as the hand pulled the trigger. Time seemed to start flowing in slow motion, until everything was coming to her in photo snaps. She watched as one of the teenagers under the tree reached into his pants and started to pull something out. Saw the blood flow out of the little hole in his chest as he slowly fell to the ground, taking eternity to reach it.
She stood there as bullets splayed the park, riddling the trees and playground equipment. She watched as every single one of the kids fell to the ground, some of them no older than 5 years old. Their chubby little cherub hands gripping the grass as their eyes glazed over. Little, unisex chests rising and falling frantically, desperate to force air into their still growing lungs, blood pouring out of their perfectly formed, pale pink mouths, staining the lips cherry red.
The gun fire stopped as the car speed off and a deep silence covered the area like a fire blanket. Pierced by someone's horrified, high pitched screams. Jerkily, Memial's sparkling green eyes turned their gaze across the street. A group of adults were standing there, smoking barbeque forgotten . One of the women, a young Vietnamese lady, was letting out terrified screams as she started running across the street, the sound of her checkered red dress slapping her legs painfully loud to Memial's ears. "My baby!"
/ / / / I'm sorry momma I never meant to hurt you I never meant to make you cry But tonight I'm cleanin out my closet One more time. . . I said I'm sorry momma I never meant to hurt you I never meant to make you cry But tonight I'm cleanin out my closet / / / /
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Deidre's laugh fell from her lips like gold while Aikens laugh sounded more like wind blowing through trees. They were both sitting outside on her front porch, making fun of one of the teachers they had in common, Mr. Kali.
Kicking her feet a bit to make the two person swing seat sway back and forth a bit, her black eyes sparkled as she leaned deeper into the cushiony seat, completely at ease and unselfconscious. Aiken simply sat there trying to calm down and think of another funny joke.
But for some reason the need to fill the silence with useless chatter wasn't there, or at least not demandingly so. For some odd reason Deidre was the only person he'd ever been comfortable sharing a silence with, he couldn't even do it with someone in his family. Even his own mother.
As for Deidre, she was soaking up the relaxation like a druggie with the perfect fix, for free. It wasn't so often she could get away from babysitting her brothers and sisters. For her, alone time was a special treat. And so the two of them sat there, silent, simply enjoying the others company, watching the few clouds in the sky float by.
/ / / / I got some skeletons in my closet And I don't know if no one knows it So before they throw me inside my coffin and closet I'm gonna expose it I take you back to '73 Before I ever had a multi platinum selling CD
I was a baby Maybe I was just a couple of months My faggot father most of had his panties up in a bunch 'Cause he left I wonder if he ever kissed me good bye? No I don't On second thought I just fuckin wish he would die / / / /
" I wonder whose blaring their music so loud." Wondered Aiken. Usually Deidre's neighborhood was really quiet.
"Listen, it's getting louder. Probably just some hoodlums driving their car threw the area."
"Yeah, no doubt."
But for some reason the sound of Eminem's voice slowly getting louder was causing him to feel upset. He had a feeling of discomfort and unsettledness. He had a bad feeling, and no idea why.
Then the black car was driving by, it's black body gleaming under the sun like deaths carriage. And just as quickly it was gone, fading out of site.
"Wow," said Aiken. "They must have been going at least 80 an hour."
"Really unsafe, this is a 25 miles an hour zone because of the park down the street."
/ / / / I look at Haley And I couldn't picture leavin her side Even if I hated Kim I grit my teeth and I'd try to make it work with her At least for Haley's sake I maybe made some mistakes But I'm only human I'm man enough to face them today
What I did was stupid No doubt it was dumb The smartest thing I ever did was take the bullets out of that gun 'Cause I'd have killed them Shit, I'd have shot Kim and him both It's my life I'd like to welcome you all to the Eminem Show / / / /
As the last remnants of music drifted off into the distance the sound of sirens filled the air. They shared a look of confusion. "You think that has something to do with the car that drove by just now?" Asked Deidre at last, almost afraid to break the silence. Something bad had happened, she could feel it in her bones, saying that out loud just made it more real Aiken just nodded his head in response.
As the seconds ticked by, and the silence grew a little strained, more and more sirens filled the air.
"What the hell do you think happened Dei ?"
Shaking her head, Deidre opened her mouth to venture a guess when she saw the cop car cruising by. As it got closer to them it slowed down, until stopping right in front of them.
"Excuse me you two, but have you kids seen a black car of some sort drive down here lately, probably going extremely fast?" Asked the middle aged and balding man sitting in the passengers seat.
Not trusting herself to speak, she let Aiken do all the talking.
"Yes sir. It was a black '71 Firebird to be precise, couldn't have been more than five minutes ago. Why, what did they do?"
"Drive by shooting at the park." Answered the officer grimly. "Killed twenty kids, wounded another twenty. Thanks for the information." Then the squad car was driving away, leaving Aiken to catch Deidre's petite form as she fainted. Her sisters had been playing with some of their friends at that park, supervised by one of the carpooling, Volvo driving soccer moms.
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/ / / / I'm sorry momma I never meant to hurt you I never meant to make you cry But tonight I'm cleanin out my closet One more time. . . I said I'm sorry momma I never meant to hurt you I never meant to make you cry But tonight I'm cleanin out my closet
Now I'd never diss my own momma just to get recognition Take a second to listen fool who you think this record is dissin But put yourself in my position Just try to envision wittisin your momma popping prescription pills in the kitchen Bitchin that someone's always going through her personal shit is missing Going through public housing systems victim of Munch Housing Syndrome
My whole life I was made to believe I was sick when I wasn't Tell I grew up Now I grew up It makes you sick to your stomach, doesn't it? Wasn't it the reason you made that CD for me 'ma? So you could try to justify the way you treated me 'ma? But guess what? You didn't know that now when it's cold and your lonely And Nathan's growing up so quick he's gonna know that your phony And Haley's getting so big now, you should see her she's beautiful But you'll never see her She wont even be at your funeral / / / /
Jez sat there, her pale thighs stuck to the hot black leather, her black mini skirt blending into the seat. The music pounded inside the car, confined. She watched threw glazed eyes as her boyfriend loaded another chamber into his .9mm. Behind him pretty red and blue lights were flashing wildly as she got knocked back kind of hard into the back passenger side door.
"Crap!" screamed the driver, some guy she'd never met before. "We're going to fuckin die!!" But he was laughing while he said it, and pushed his foot even harder on the gas peddle. He was on some type of drug, recalled Jez. Crystal Meth?
Then she was laughing from the absolute insanity of it all. The music's pounding beat digging deep into her blood stream, mixing with the pill she'd popped earlier. Not that she could even remember what it was she'd taken. But that didn't matter because everything was just fine and dandy and the feeling of boyfriends tongue sliding along the inside of her thigh made things even better. And as he pulled her down flat on the back seat and the car swerved at insane speeds and the sight of the kids dying played out through her head and the sirens played in the background she couldn't even tell the difference between the pounding of the music and the pounding of her body into the hot leather seat.
/ / / / See, what hurts me the most is you wont even admit you was wrong Bitch do your song Keep telling yourself you was a mom But how dare you try to take what you didn't help me to get? You selfish bitch I hope you fucking burn in hell for this shit Remember when Ronnie died and you said you wished it was me? Well guess what? I am dead. Dead to you as can be.
I'm sorry momma I never meant to hurt you I never meant to make you cry But tonight I'm cleanin out my closet One more time. . . I said I'm sorry momma I never meant to hurt you I never meant to make you cry But tonight I'm cleanin out my closet / / / /
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Special thanks to those who are kind enough to click the little button below and give us a much-loved review.
Authors: DracoStarbo ( dracostarbo@yahoo.com ) and Lunablue ( deadredsocks@yahoo.com )
Disclaimer: The Shannara universe belongs to Terry Brooks and affiliated companies.
Warnings: This story contains language and ideas that can be found offensive.
Some of this chapter contains extreme violence and disturbing ideas that may be nauseating and extremely offensive to the weak of heart. You have been warned. If such things disturb you it is not necessary to read this chapter as it will not actively pertain to the main story but is instead a sort of spin off flashback.
Authors Notes:
As always, Loved something? Hated something? Let us know, by reading and reviewing. Or flaming. Or sending hate mail. We do except all forms of MasterCard, Visa and stalkers are generally appreciated.
It has come to our attention that some people feel our story is rated to lightly, that we should have it rated it R . Trust us, what we have written so far is * not * our version of R. Since said certain people have threatened to report us to fanfiction.net and have our story removed, we shall comply with their terrorist threats by changing the rating to R . But if we're going to change the rating, then we're going to make damn fucking sure that it's truly a R rated story. So if you found our content or language annoying or offensive before. . . fuck off and stop reading now.
DragonStarbo's Notes: I'd like to make it clear that I had nothing to do with chapter. Well, what I mean is that Lunablue stayed up until the wee hours of the morning, writing this chapter fueled by the little comment that StarShanLOTRfan made. Whoever said that flames weren't good? ^^^ See, StarShan, you accutally did us a favor by adding to our imaginations, as stated before. Thank you very much.
Reviewers Response:
StarShanLOTRfan : No, that was PG- 13, * this * is rated R.
Tigga Terra : My Ash!! MY MY MY ASH!! You cant have him! :: selfish clings is chibi body to her chest and frolics away:: Actually, your comment about us having something going on is. . . interesting. Lets just say that if I told you anymore about the social developments between characters I'd have to kill you for knowing too much.
Danger Kitties: LoL. Well, we've updated. We're so glad you loved the last two chapters, we loved writing them. Except, when we were writing them I distinctly recall being anger and vexed with them because the stupid muses always came around one in the morning. Next time threaten your little brother with the Potatoes coming after him in his sleep. You don't have to worry about sanity, it's something highly overrated anyways.
Sora Potter: We missed you!!! Thanks for reviewing again, DracoStarbo was getting worried. So, still a big Doctor Pepper fan?
4 Reviews for 1 chapter!!!! Yeah, a new personal Shannara record!!!!
Dedication: For all of the readers out there who find this story obscene and annoying. We are truly honored you felt our little story was infuriating enough to use some of your precious time to jab pathetic attempts at insults and threats our way. Thank you. Please, keep the flames rolling in, they feed our perverted imaginations.
Chapter Nine: An Impromptu Eminem Interlude
* * * *
3 months earlier. . .
Memial was walking down Wren St., a double scoop cone of her favorite ice cream, Mint Chocolate Chip, in one hand, and her CD player in the other. Out of her headphones blared her favorite new song, Dolly Partons Yellow Roses. The hot sun blared down on her skin, which combined with the heat, causing a dewy sweat to trickle down her tanned legs and drip along her chest into the scarlet tank top she wore.
The temperature was a 119 degrees, an unusual temperature for November. But that was ok with Memial, because everything was going good. Her Dad had bought them tickets to the San Francisco Giants game later that night, Christmas Vacation was just around the corner, she wasn't flunking Chemistry. . .who cares about something as unimportant as the temperature being eighty or so degrees hotter than normal? 'Yes,' Memial decided, her head giving a nod of agreement. "life is definitely good right now.'
And that's when her batteries died.
'Noooooooooo!'
Despair crashed through Memial like a drunk behind the driving wheel. A strange look from the group of little kids passing by her, who then pursued their destination a bit more quickly, made Memial wonder for a second if she had said that out loud.
A squeal of laughter from some anonymous and invisible kids, followed by the distinct sound of someone belly flopping into a pool, washed away her despair as quickly as it had come. ' That's right Memial girl, our happiness is not dependent upon the stupid CD player. Remember what you were thinking just moments ago? Life, is good.' And with another nod of agreement from her head she was taking the headphones off and shoving the music player in her backpack.
With a flip of her long, shiny brown hair she was off again. Simply taking in the surroundings, something she'd grown to miss after spending so much of her outside life protected and hidden by the addictive music transporter.
Above her head the sea gulls soared quietly, seeking their next grease fried meal. A lovely chronologically gifted couple walked by, nodding their heads at her with the respect only those from the earlier 1900's were breed with. Sitting under the shade of tree was a group of kids that she recognized from her high school, the boom box next to them was playing mariachi music. The children in the park next to her were running around, flying a Chinese Kite, while others started a friendly game of soccer that was interrupted quite frequently with giggles from the pristine looking female goalie.
A soft smile graced Memial's pearl pink lips as the sound of a car backfiring echoing from far away and children laughing the uninhibited laugh of the naïve and innocent graced her ears. A distinct feeling of complete contentment rose from the depths of her heart. 'This is what life should be like always.'
Even the squeal of tires didn't snap her out the trance. But something was wrong, the children's laughter had changed, they were now. . . screaming? Realizing the screams were out of place in the happy Leaver To Beaver world she was living in her head snapped up as her eyes focused back on the outside world. What she saw was like something out of a horror movie.
A banged up old '71 Firebird was driving down the street, music blaring from the windows.
/ / / / Where's my snare? I have no snare in my head phones. There you go. Yeah. Yo, yo
Have you ever been hated or discriminated against? I have. I've been protested and demonstrated against. Picket signs for my wicked rhymes. Look at the times Sick as the mind of the mother fuckin kid its behind All this commotion Emotions Run deep as oceans explodin Tempers flaring from parents Just blow them off And keep going Not taking nothing from no one Give them hell long as I'm breathin Kickin ass in the morning and taking names in the evening Leaving them with the taste of sour and vinegar in their mouth See they can trigger me But they'll never figure me out Look at me now I bet your probably sick of me now ain't you momma? I'm gonna make you look so ridiculous now! / / / /
She watched, eyes wide with horror, as one of the backseat passengers held a gun out the tinted windows. She stood there frozen as the hand pulled the trigger. Time seemed to start flowing in slow motion, until everything was coming to her in photo snaps. She watched as one of the teenagers under the tree reached into his pants and started to pull something out. Saw the blood flow out of the little hole in his chest as he slowly fell to the ground, taking eternity to reach it.
She stood there as bullets splayed the park, riddling the trees and playground equipment. She watched as every single one of the kids fell to the ground, some of them no older than 5 years old. Their chubby little cherub hands gripping the grass as their eyes glazed over. Little, unisex chests rising and falling frantically, desperate to force air into their still growing lungs, blood pouring out of their perfectly formed, pale pink mouths, staining the lips cherry red.
The gun fire stopped as the car speed off and a deep silence covered the area like a fire blanket. Pierced by someone's horrified, high pitched screams. Jerkily, Memial's sparkling green eyes turned their gaze across the street. A group of adults were standing there, smoking barbeque forgotten . One of the women, a young Vietnamese lady, was letting out terrified screams as she started running across the street, the sound of her checkered red dress slapping her legs painfully loud to Memial's ears. "My baby!"
/ / / / I'm sorry momma I never meant to hurt you I never meant to make you cry But tonight I'm cleanin out my closet One more time. . . I said I'm sorry momma I never meant to hurt you I never meant to make you cry But tonight I'm cleanin out my closet / / / /
* * * *
Deidre's laugh fell from her lips like gold while Aikens laugh sounded more like wind blowing through trees. They were both sitting outside on her front porch, making fun of one of the teachers they had in common, Mr. Kali.
Kicking her feet a bit to make the two person swing seat sway back and forth a bit, her black eyes sparkled as she leaned deeper into the cushiony seat, completely at ease and unselfconscious. Aiken simply sat there trying to calm down and think of another funny joke.
But for some reason the need to fill the silence with useless chatter wasn't there, or at least not demandingly so. For some odd reason Deidre was the only person he'd ever been comfortable sharing a silence with, he couldn't even do it with someone in his family. Even his own mother.
As for Deidre, she was soaking up the relaxation like a druggie with the perfect fix, for free. It wasn't so often she could get away from babysitting her brothers and sisters. For her, alone time was a special treat. And so the two of them sat there, silent, simply enjoying the others company, watching the few clouds in the sky float by.
/ / / / I got some skeletons in my closet And I don't know if no one knows it So before they throw me inside my coffin and closet I'm gonna expose it I take you back to '73 Before I ever had a multi platinum selling CD
I was a baby Maybe I was just a couple of months My faggot father most of had his panties up in a bunch 'Cause he left I wonder if he ever kissed me good bye? No I don't On second thought I just fuckin wish he would die / / / /
" I wonder whose blaring their music so loud." Wondered Aiken. Usually Deidre's neighborhood was really quiet.
"Listen, it's getting louder. Probably just some hoodlums driving their car threw the area."
"Yeah, no doubt."
But for some reason the sound of Eminem's voice slowly getting louder was causing him to feel upset. He had a feeling of discomfort and unsettledness. He had a bad feeling, and no idea why.
Then the black car was driving by, it's black body gleaming under the sun like deaths carriage. And just as quickly it was gone, fading out of site.
"Wow," said Aiken. "They must have been going at least 80 an hour."
"Really unsafe, this is a 25 miles an hour zone because of the park down the street."
/ / / / I look at Haley And I couldn't picture leavin her side Even if I hated Kim I grit my teeth and I'd try to make it work with her At least for Haley's sake I maybe made some mistakes But I'm only human I'm man enough to face them today
What I did was stupid No doubt it was dumb The smartest thing I ever did was take the bullets out of that gun 'Cause I'd have killed them Shit, I'd have shot Kim and him both It's my life I'd like to welcome you all to the Eminem Show / / / /
As the last remnants of music drifted off into the distance the sound of sirens filled the air. They shared a look of confusion. "You think that has something to do with the car that drove by just now?" Asked Deidre at last, almost afraid to break the silence. Something bad had happened, she could feel it in her bones, saying that out loud just made it more real Aiken just nodded his head in response.
As the seconds ticked by, and the silence grew a little strained, more and more sirens filled the air.
"What the hell do you think happened Dei ?"
Shaking her head, Deidre opened her mouth to venture a guess when she saw the cop car cruising by. As it got closer to them it slowed down, until stopping right in front of them.
"Excuse me you two, but have you kids seen a black car of some sort drive down here lately, probably going extremely fast?" Asked the middle aged and balding man sitting in the passengers seat.
Not trusting herself to speak, she let Aiken do all the talking.
"Yes sir. It was a black '71 Firebird to be precise, couldn't have been more than five minutes ago. Why, what did they do?"
"Drive by shooting at the park." Answered the officer grimly. "Killed twenty kids, wounded another twenty. Thanks for the information." Then the squad car was driving away, leaving Aiken to catch Deidre's petite form as she fainted. Her sisters had been playing with some of their friends at that park, supervised by one of the carpooling, Volvo driving soccer moms.
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/ / / / I'm sorry momma I never meant to hurt you I never meant to make you cry But tonight I'm cleanin out my closet One more time. . . I said I'm sorry momma I never meant to hurt you I never meant to make you cry But tonight I'm cleanin out my closet
Now I'd never diss my own momma just to get recognition Take a second to listen fool who you think this record is dissin But put yourself in my position Just try to envision wittisin your momma popping prescription pills in the kitchen Bitchin that someone's always going through her personal shit is missing Going through public housing systems victim of Munch Housing Syndrome
My whole life I was made to believe I was sick when I wasn't Tell I grew up Now I grew up It makes you sick to your stomach, doesn't it? Wasn't it the reason you made that CD for me 'ma? So you could try to justify the way you treated me 'ma? But guess what? You didn't know that now when it's cold and your lonely And Nathan's growing up so quick he's gonna know that your phony And Haley's getting so big now, you should see her she's beautiful But you'll never see her She wont even be at your funeral / / / /
Jez sat there, her pale thighs stuck to the hot black leather, her black mini skirt blending into the seat. The music pounded inside the car, confined. She watched threw glazed eyes as her boyfriend loaded another chamber into his .9mm. Behind him pretty red and blue lights were flashing wildly as she got knocked back kind of hard into the back passenger side door.
"Crap!" screamed the driver, some guy she'd never met before. "We're going to fuckin die!!" But he was laughing while he said it, and pushed his foot even harder on the gas peddle. He was on some type of drug, recalled Jez. Crystal Meth?
Then she was laughing from the absolute insanity of it all. The music's pounding beat digging deep into her blood stream, mixing with the pill she'd popped earlier. Not that she could even remember what it was she'd taken. But that didn't matter because everything was just fine and dandy and the feeling of boyfriends tongue sliding along the inside of her thigh made things even better. And as he pulled her down flat on the back seat and the car swerved at insane speeds and the sight of the kids dying played out through her head and the sirens played in the background she couldn't even tell the difference between the pounding of the music and the pounding of her body into the hot leather seat.
/ / / / See, what hurts me the most is you wont even admit you was wrong Bitch do your song Keep telling yourself you was a mom But how dare you try to take what you didn't help me to get? You selfish bitch I hope you fucking burn in hell for this shit Remember when Ronnie died and you said you wished it was me? Well guess what? I am dead. Dead to you as can be.
I'm sorry momma I never meant to hurt you I never meant to make you cry But tonight I'm cleanin out my closet One more time. . . I said I'm sorry momma I never meant to hurt you I never meant to make you cry But tonight I'm cleanin out my closet / / / /
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Special thanks to those who are kind enough to click the little button below and give us a much-loved review.