A/N: Ok, so here is the revised list for the chapters. Please, I'm open to all criticism. I'm not very confident about the idea. This first chapter is very short, I know, but this is the intro chapter into John, Marie, and Bobby's lives before they discovered they were mutants. I will try not to make it a song-fic in future chapters, simply having the song at the beginning and working around it. Please again, any criticism. Also, I know the last two songs have been switched up slightly, but nothing's been removed.
Chapter 1. Home, Please, Perfect
Chapter 2. Headstrong, Sweet Dreams, Seize The Day
Chapter 3. Fade, Crawling, Wake Me Up When September Ends
Chapter 4. She's So High, It Can't Rain All The Time, The Reason
Chapter 5. I'm Dying For You, To An Angel, I Could Not Ask For More
Chapter 6. Outside, Torn, 3 AM
Chapter 7. Black Masks And Gasoline, Everything You Want, Here We Are
Chapter 8. Somewhere I Belong, Never Too Late, Thank You/Grown Woman
Chapter 9. Sleep, The Gift, Shoulda
Chapter 10. From Yesterday, Everything Changes, Memory
Chapter 11. Finale
I'll be coming home
Just to be alone
'Cause I know you're not there
And I know that you don't care
I can hardly wait till I leave this place
13-year old John Allerdyce lazily tossed his backpack to the floor, and headed into the kitchen. He didn't even bother calling out to his mother; she wouldn't be home. She was never home during the day.
By the time you come home
I'm already stoned
You turn off the TV
And you scream at me
I can hardly wait
Till you get off my case
John barely noticed his mother coming in. He'd already smoked five bowls in the past six hours, so he wasn't noticing too much other than the TV. But when his mother's fat ass blocked his view, he finally looked up.
"St. Jonathon Allerdyce! Did you do anything today! The dishes are piled up in the sink, the laundry's still sitting in the back room, the floor's got more hair than the dog, and I'd bet solid money your homework's not done!" She screeched.
John looked at her lazily, rolling his eyes as she continued her tirade.
No matter how hard I try
I can't satisfy
This is not my home I think I'm better off alone
You always disappear
Even when you're here
This is not a home
I think I'm better off alone
Can't you see that I'm sick of this?
Chances are you're oblivious to how I feel
Sitting on your throne, and I'm sure that I'm not alone,
Not alone, not alone
12-year old Marie listened to her mother go on, unable to bring herself to stop the older woman. She bit her lip. It was the fourth time that day that her mother had sat there and belittled her for something or other.
Her mother was 'perfect'. She was, in her own words, 'above everyone else'. And as her daughter, Marie was supposed to be the same.
Tell me please,
Who the fuck did you want me to be?
Was it something that I couldn't see?
Never knew this would be so political.
And please, I'm still wearing this miserable skin
And it's starting to tear from within
But it's obvious that doesn't matter to you,
So please
Tears ran down Marie's face. "What, mama! Will ya please just tell me what it is that ya want me to be! 'Cause Ah don't know. Ah never do anythin' right!"
"Well, trying to talk right would be helpful for starters. Dressing like a proper young lady, so I could actually take you out in polite society would be another one. Honestly, you're an embarrassment to both your father and I. Do you know what people are saying?"
Marie bit her lip, tears still pouring down her face.
I've swallowed all your answers
I've swallowed all my pride
You've used up all your chances
Can't keep this all inside
Marie stared at the darkened knife in her hand. Darkened with her blood. She had nothing left. No pride, no dignity, no self-respect. This is what her mother had reduced her to. A sniveling mess of a girl who –despite her best efforts –would never please her mother.
So please don't keep telling me that it's ok
I don't buy all the shit that you say
And quite honestly I'm fucking sick of it
So please if I cut off this nose from my face
Then I wouldn't feel so out of place
But it still wouldn't be quite enough for you
Hey dad look at me
Think back and talk to me
Did I grow up
According to plan?
And do you think I'm wasting my time
Doing things I wanna do
But it hurts when you disapprove
All along
13-year old Bobby sat alone in his bedroom, trying desperately to hold his emotions in. His father's stinging words at the dinner table kept replaying in his head. "Art class? Are you serious? I would have expected something better from you, Bobby."
But it was the look in his eyes that had stung the most. The look that told Bobby his father had no more use for him.
'Cause we lost it all
Nothing lasts forever
I'm sorry
I can't be
Perfect
Now it's just to late
And we can't go back
I'm sorry
I can't be
Perfect
Ever since Bobby had started drawing, he and his father had slowly been drifting apart. When Bobby had announced he intended to be an artist for a living when he got older, he and his father hadn't had a civil conversation since.
It hadn't always been that way. They had been the typical father/son. Playing catch and basketball after school, watching football on TV… but then everything had changed.
Nothing's gonna change the things that you said
And nothing's gonna make this right again
Please don't turn your back
I can't believe it's hard just to talk to you
But you don't understand