Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls I think that's pretty obvious.
Author's Note: I'm not quite sure where I'm going with this. This is my first fan fiction, although I have been an avid reader for a long time. Something similar may have been done before, but I'll try my hardest to make it different. Like it or hate it? Reviews and suggestion or idea's are more than welcomed and appreciated. Thanks.
Oh and this is a Trory, there is a definite lack of these lately. Jess will be in here but only as a friend, I might have Dean in here, but I'm not a big fan of him. I probably would put Logan in here but I don't really know who he is because were currently only halfway through season 4, I think. Rory will be OOC, but that's how I want her to be and before you flame me remember this is fan-fiction. Just give it a chance please. Ok so I hope you like it.
Fall to Pieces
Chapter 1: Perfect World
I never could've seen this far/ I never could've seen this coming/ Seems like my world's falling apart
Simple Plan
Rory slammed her bedroom door, turned her stereo system on, and began throwing CD's around in search of one to match her current mood. She screamed softly in frustration and defeat, nothing from her collection could match the pain, anger, sadness and loneliness she was feeling at that moment. She made a mental note to borrow some of Jess's 'I've got a bone to pick with the world' CD's.
She couldn't remember how long she had felt this way, but it seemed to be getting worse day by day. She couldn't pretend anymore, she couldn't force herself to smile or laugh and pretend everything was perfect – perfect, that's what she is expected to be, that's what she is. 'If only they knew'.
Everyone expected so much of her, her mom, Luke, her grandparents, the whole of Stars Hollow - she was their Princess, and Stars Hollow was her Castle, for now at least. It was soon to be Harvard, that's if she even gets accepted. She was really starting to doubt herself lately. Nothing was ever good enough. She had gotten so accustomed to pleasing everyone else that she had forgotten what was important to her, what she wanted – all she ever wanted was to be normal. But normal wasn't acceptable. Not here, not in this fairy tale like land that most kids could only dream about. But not Rory, no, she wasn't a little kid anymore, she wanted this dream to end. She couldn't take it anymore, she wanted out!
She lay in bed, her crying muffled by her pillow. The noise had become somewhat like a lullaby as she slowly drifted off to sleep. The only place she could escape, the only place she felt at peace, until she awakes.
Following Morning
"Rory honey, wake up, you're going to be late for Hell" Lorelai spoke, as she sat at the foot of Rory's bed, shaking her slightly in attempt to wake her, or at least receive some sort of response from her.
Nothing…
Rory listened to the annoyingly chipper voice and silently groaned. She knew her mother would just pretend as if nothing was wrong, as if their fight had never occurred. This is how it always played out, well not always it had only begun as of late. They would get into a fight and would storm off to their respective rooms in order not to say something they would both regret. And come morning her mother would walk into her room to wake her, and the day would continue, just as the world continues to revolve. They would both go about their seemingly 'perfect' lives, purposely ignoring the tension which had increasingly tended to manifest itself.
The groan hadn't been quite as silent as intended. Upon hearing it, Lorelai sighed, stood up from the bed and silently exited the room.
Ok, so I know that was short, but the next chapter will be much longer. I'll start writing it tomorrow afternoon after I check to see if I get any reviews. Hint, Hint
