Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Rings or any songs that I use in my story. This goes for the ENTIRE story!
A/N- So the song BLown away is my favorite right now and I really wanted to write a song fic for it and since I have an obsession with Lord of the Rings right now I've turned it into a fanfic for it.
Warning: Religious content and other song fic chapters
Oh, and if you're reading this please actually pay attention to the lyrics!
Blown Away
She trudged down the dirt road, her backpack heavy on her shoulders. The brightly painted house appeared from behind the hill. She winced, dreading entering the yellow house. Her steps became slower, her feet dragging.
Dry lightning cracks across the skies
Those storm clouds gather in her eyes
A raindrop fell on her nose causing her to crinkle her nose and look at the sky. The storm clouds where following her, heading for the house. She prayed that in this storm there would be some damage to it at least.
Too soon she was standing before the front door. She smiled weakly remembering painting it (and the whole house) with her mother.
Daddy was mean ole mister
Mama was an angel in the ground
She pulled her key off its chain around her neck and unlocked the door. The TV was blaring in the kitchen, as she walked in. She threw her backpack on a chair and went to the cabinets to grab a snack before she started her homework. She perked up when she heard something the weatherman was saying.
The weatherman called for a twister
She prayed blow it down
A twister. She stopped immediately and (Warning: This is a religious story. I'm catholic and so is the girl ok? You don't like, it stop reading the story!) put her hands together. She closed her eyes and tilted her face to the sky praying with all her heart to blow it down.
There's not enough rain in Oklahoma
To wash the sins out of that house
There's not enough wind in Oklahoma
To rip the nails out of the past
She opened her eyes and looked out the window. The storm clouds had gone over the house. She felt tears pricking at the backs of her eyes and growled under her breath. She was over crying. She couldn't let him make her cry, not any more. She dragged her hands under her eyes still muttering under her breath.
She sat down and pulled out her history textbook and a notebook. She sat there and poured over the Holocaust for about thirty minutes before she even picked up her pencil to begin writing the report. She touched her pencil to her paper and closed her eyes, images her mind had conjured of the Holocaust running through her mind. She smiled grimly and began writing.
She had filled half the page with tiny cramped handwriting (and numerous doodles on the sides) before she heard the slamming door. She stopped and closed her eyes for a moment hoping today wouldn't end terribly for her.
Her father came in and sat across from her. She concentrated on her report. Her father raised the beer bottle to his mouth and glanced at her work.
"Here what's this?" He asked and tried to take it form her. She frowned and slowly pulled it away.
"Let me help." He said and grabbed her arm. She stood up and gathered her things ripping her arm from his grasp and left the room hurriedly. She ran to her room, the sounds of shattering glass and yells ringing in her ears.
Time Break
She looked out her window at the heavens and prayed.
Shatter every window till it's all blown away,
Every brick, every board, every slamming door flown away
Till there's nothing left standing,
Nothing left to yesterday
Every tear-soaked whiskey memory blown away,
Blown away
She curled up on her window seat and fell asleep still trying to staunch the tears.
She heard those sirens screaming out
She woke up to a thin buzzing. She bolted up right and ran down the stairs. She stopped in the hallway and looked out the window. Her face paled. She hurried on, but faster.
Her daddy laid there passed out on the couch
She knelt by her passed out father and shook his shoulder roughly.
"Daddy! Daddy please wake up!" She knew she was in high school, but he was all she had left. Her mother was gone, an angel in the ground. The tears finally fell, as she pleaded on deaf ears. She curled up next to his prone body and thought. She couldn't wake him up. She couldn't drag him to the cellar. She sat up knowing what she had to do. She wiped her face clear of tears and made the decision that changed her life.
She locked herself in the cellar
Listened to the screaming of the wind
Some people called it taking shelter
She called it sweet revenge
She ran out of the house, into pouring rain, her small jacket doing nothing to keep the cold and wet out. She reached the cellar and opened the doors. She hurried down the steps, her coat swirling behind her.
Shatter every window till it's all blown away,
Every brick, every board, every slamming door flown away
Till there's nothing left standing,
Nothing left to yesterday
Every tear-soaked whiskey memory blown away,
Blown away
She collapsed on the mattress once again holding in the tears. She knew that her choice would tear the world as she knew it apart, and oddly, she wasn't one bit scared. Nervous yes. Sad? Most definitely. But she wasn't scared. She listened to the sounds of the storm outside.
There's not enough rain in Oklahoma
To wash the sins out of that house
There's not enough wind in Oklahoma
To rip the nails out of the past
She heard the wind screaming, and the rain whining. She heard the crashes of the windows and she cried silently finally letting her memories come flooding in.
Memories of her mama. Of her father, her daddy before her mama died. When he was the perfect father, who only wanted the best for his family. She remembered their family vacations. She remembered the time when her mama and her had decided the paint the house. They'd painted it yellow with a fire-truck red roof and a blue door, and had laughed at the outcome. It used to look like it was welcoming you, but now it just seemed like a warning to run away.
Shatter every window till it's all blown away,
(Blown away)
Every brick, every board, every slamming door flown away
(Flown away)
Till there's nothing left standing,
Nothing left to yesterday
Every tear-soaked whiskey memory blown away,
Blown away, blown away, blown away, blown away.
There was a bang and the girl watched as the ceiling collapsed in on her, a prayer for a new beginning on her lips and tears coursed down her face.
The world went white.
Little did she know, her prayer was heard.