Another song-chapter! This song is entitled, "They don't know."...Actually,
it's a poem, but we'll pretend it's a song XD. I don't have to say,
'Please don't sue me for using this song', 'cause, I wrote it! So, when you
review to this chapter, also, tell me how you like the song/poem. I'm not
using the whole thing though, so If you'd like to read the whole thing,
tell me in your review, and I can e-mail it to you. I'd be more than happy
too! If you'd like to use this song/poem, or any of my songs, in a fanfic
or something, just ask me first, and I'll grant you the wish :p
This chapter takes place in the past, kinda' like a flashback. The next two chapters probably, will all be flashbacks. You get the point :D
Chapter 6: What They Don't Know
~"It's just another perfect day in the life of me. Yeah right, I'm as far from perfect as I'll ever be. Maybe if I keep pretending, brainwashin' myself, I'll believe those lies they tell me, or I'll just pretend for the sake of everyone else."~
"Jen, call 9-1-1, quick!" Nancy yelled, as Jenny scrambled to get the phone. She knocked it off it's hook once, and then, finally picked it up and dialed. She could hear her mom trying to calm her brother down, and her sister, Sam, running down the stairs, asking what was wrong.
"Hello, 9-1-1, what is your emergency?" The woman on the other line asked.
"My brother, he's totally freaking out! He just threw himself down two flights of stairs! He's screaming and crying, and choking, and we have no idea what's wrong with him, and..."
"Okay, Honey. Try to calm down. Is your mother or father home?"
"My mom's trying to calm him down, and so is my little sister."
"What about your father?"
"Um...well, he doesn't live here." Jen said, then looked back to her mom and brother. Ricky was banging his head off the floor, screaming and crying. Nancy looked as though she was about to cry too. If only she had believed what the doctors had told her. But, no. She didn't want to believe that her son was mentaly unstable. Of course, doctor's weren't always right.
~"Wonder if I'll ever tell, maybe I'll just dream. This perfect world I live in, isn't as it seems. They don't know, maybe I'll never tell. I guess I'll just go on living in this crazy hell."~
A few minutes later, a group of paramedics were surrounding Ricky, trying to calm him down, and put him on the stretcher. There was an ambulance outside, and some of the neighbors had gathered around the house to see what all the commotion was about. Pretty soon, the whole neighborhood was in their backyard, including a few reporters. It was a small town, so there was never much news. Or, when there was, it was never really exciting. But ambulances always signaled something was happening, and the reporters rushed to the Dauer's house.
~" I gotta' let it go, my minds goin' by, I don't have to say it, I could just lie. If I had anyone, anyone at all, I wouldn't have to,I wouldn't have to fall. If anyone cared, I'd be surprised, 'cause I can't even tell if they're looking me in the eyes. I'd give any wish, I'd lose everything, for just one person, to take away my sins. I'd walk a thousand miles, I'd swim the great seas, all for somebody to see. "~
"Come on, honey." A woman wearing a paramedics outfit said to him, "You need to calm down, We're just gonna' take you to the hospital, okay sweetie?" She tried to grab ahold of him, but he screamed at her, and dodged out of the way, screaming incomprehensibly, kicking and punching.
They finnaly managed to get him on the stretcher, and strapped him in. Unsecsefully, he tried to squirm out of the bonds, but they were too tight. A doctor came up to him with a syringe, and pushed his sleeve up. The needle punctured his skin, and he felt the world going blury, all the color and souns leaving. Finnaly, it all went black.
~"Nobody knows, nobody at all, they still won't know, when I take my last fall. My last words will lay, there for all time, nobody there, to hear my last line. My last breath will be lost, in all of my pain, I won't really care, I'm way past insane."~
That wasn't the first, or even fourth time he had been to the hospital for no appearent reason. That had been his sixth time. Only, before they hadn't been anywhere near as serious. He wound up having a broken left arm, a fractured right wrist, 2 broken bones in his left leg, bruised ribs, and a concussion, mostly from throwing himself down the two flights of stairs from his bedroom to the living room.
~"I wonder if I'll still dream, dream that someone cares. Maybe one day I'll wake up, and this was all a nightmare. Maybe they all cared, maybe they cried, when they found me laying there, after I died. Maybe they prayed, I guess I don't mind, but they'll have yet to find."~
He was 13 when that happened, 2 years later, he was no different.
This chapter takes place in the past, kinda' like a flashback. The next two chapters probably, will all be flashbacks. You get the point :D
Chapter 6: What They Don't Know
~"It's just another perfect day in the life of me. Yeah right, I'm as far from perfect as I'll ever be. Maybe if I keep pretending, brainwashin' myself, I'll believe those lies they tell me, or I'll just pretend for the sake of everyone else."~
"Jen, call 9-1-1, quick!" Nancy yelled, as Jenny scrambled to get the phone. She knocked it off it's hook once, and then, finally picked it up and dialed. She could hear her mom trying to calm her brother down, and her sister, Sam, running down the stairs, asking what was wrong.
"Hello, 9-1-1, what is your emergency?" The woman on the other line asked.
"My brother, he's totally freaking out! He just threw himself down two flights of stairs! He's screaming and crying, and choking, and we have no idea what's wrong with him, and..."
"Okay, Honey. Try to calm down. Is your mother or father home?"
"My mom's trying to calm him down, and so is my little sister."
"What about your father?"
"Um...well, he doesn't live here." Jen said, then looked back to her mom and brother. Ricky was banging his head off the floor, screaming and crying. Nancy looked as though she was about to cry too. If only she had believed what the doctors had told her. But, no. She didn't want to believe that her son was mentaly unstable. Of course, doctor's weren't always right.
~"Wonder if I'll ever tell, maybe I'll just dream. This perfect world I live in, isn't as it seems. They don't know, maybe I'll never tell. I guess I'll just go on living in this crazy hell."~
A few minutes later, a group of paramedics were surrounding Ricky, trying to calm him down, and put him on the stretcher. There was an ambulance outside, and some of the neighbors had gathered around the house to see what all the commotion was about. Pretty soon, the whole neighborhood was in their backyard, including a few reporters. It was a small town, so there was never much news. Or, when there was, it was never really exciting. But ambulances always signaled something was happening, and the reporters rushed to the Dauer's house.
~" I gotta' let it go, my minds goin' by, I don't have to say it, I could just lie. If I had anyone, anyone at all, I wouldn't have to,I wouldn't have to fall. If anyone cared, I'd be surprised, 'cause I can't even tell if they're looking me in the eyes. I'd give any wish, I'd lose everything, for just one person, to take away my sins. I'd walk a thousand miles, I'd swim the great seas, all for somebody to see. "~
"Come on, honey." A woman wearing a paramedics outfit said to him, "You need to calm down, We're just gonna' take you to the hospital, okay sweetie?" She tried to grab ahold of him, but he screamed at her, and dodged out of the way, screaming incomprehensibly, kicking and punching.
They finnaly managed to get him on the stretcher, and strapped him in. Unsecsefully, he tried to squirm out of the bonds, but they were too tight. A doctor came up to him with a syringe, and pushed his sleeve up. The needle punctured his skin, and he felt the world going blury, all the color and souns leaving. Finnaly, it all went black.
~"Nobody knows, nobody at all, they still won't know, when I take my last fall. My last words will lay, there for all time, nobody there, to hear my last line. My last breath will be lost, in all of my pain, I won't really care, I'm way past insane."~
That wasn't the first, or even fourth time he had been to the hospital for no appearent reason. That had been his sixth time. Only, before they hadn't been anywhere near as serious. He wound up having a broken left arm, a fractured right wrist, 2 broken bones in his left leg, bruised ribs, and a concussion, mostly from throwing himself down the two flights of stairs from his bedroom to the living room.
~"I wonder if I'll still dream, dream that someone cares. Maybe one day I'll wake up, and this was all a nightmare. Maybe they all cared, maybe they cried, when they found me laying there, after I died. Maybe they prayed, I guess I don't mind, but they'll have yet to find."~
He was 13 when that happened, 2 years later, he was no different.