My first Fanfic/songfic. Song by Green Day.
I don't own Hannah Montana, it's characters, or Green Day and it's song 'Wake Me Up When September ends
Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Wake me up when September ends
The page tore slowly, revealing a Fall themed picture underneath, with the words "September" displayed under. Signifying yet another summer that's come… and gone.
And then the pain came. The annual pain.
I slowly made my way to the couch as the little innocence that was left was once again, robbed away from
me. I curled up, bringing my knees to my chest. Please, just wake me up when September ends.
Like my fathers come to pass
Seven years has gone so fast
Wake me up when September ends
The first seven years hurt the most. But after them, I let go of the only thing still connecting him to me. And the pain went away. Some.
But if you must know, 15 at the time, I was at Lilly's that miserable September day. The rain fell relentlessly. Ruining our plans for the day. We were through our second movie when Jackson called. And told me about the accident. If possible my already dark day got a whole lot blacker.
I no longer had my daddy.
I closed my eyes, begging the tears to not come, just this once. But they always ignored my silent prayers, and came anyway. And so there I lay, curled on the couch, crying silently.
Wake me up when September ends.
Here comes the rain again
Falling from the stars
Drenched in my pain again
Becoming who we are
It was raining now, I could hear. Like it did that one night so long ago. Endless rain. Like it was falling from the stars. Only to drench me and way me down in the pain I was feeling. Like how it still does every time it rains. Like it was modeling me, shaping me, to become someone else. Who I am now.
Which meant, no more Hannah Montana, daddy. I have that dream up a long time ago.
As my memory rests
But never forgets what I lost
Wake me up when September ends
Wake me up when September ends. Let my memory rest. Let the pain disappear.
But, whatever. The memory will never leave.
Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Wake me up when September ends
Each some goes by some much quicker then the last, bringing me to September sooner then I would prefer. But if I had my way, September wouldn't exist. But that's not going to happen, so my innocence is repeatedly robbed, again, and again. The innocent, I now see, never last. Like Jackson. Never close to my daddy like me, but always trying to please him, he went overboard, and took his own life. For our dad. Too late. He'd always blamed himself for the accident. But it wasn't Jackson's fault, no matter what he said.
So here was another reason to mourn.
Wake me up, please, when September ends.
Ring out the bells again
Like we did when spring began
Wake me up when September ends
If you ring out the bells, and spring comes, stopping the infinite rain, maybe, just maybe I'll get up. But for now, wake me up when September ends.
Here comes the rain again
Falling from the stars
Drenched in my pain again
Becoming who we are
I could hear the rain falling louder, thicker. Falling, falling. From the stars.
I pulled a pillow to my chest, and hugged it there. Even inside the rain drenched me in my own misery.
I have no mom, no dad, no brother. I don't want to become anyone else. Unless… unless everything goes back. Back before that September night.
As my memory rests
But never forgets what I lost
Wake me up when September ends
Let me rest. Let me forget. Wake me up. Wake me up when it all ends.
Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Wake me up when September ends
Each summer bringing more pain. My innocence becoming less and less.
Soon there will be nothing left.
But pain.
Wake me up when September ends.
Like my fathers come to pass
Twenty years has gone so fast
Wake me up when September ends
Wake me up when September ends
Wake me up when September ends
So now it's been twenty years. Twenty fast years. Twenty years without my daddy. Why'd he have to go?
Please, don't wake me up. Not until September ends.
