I changed the song to Misery by Maroon 5 :)

The house was silent. It had been for a week. Everyone was in their rooms. Except for Katie and Ms. Knight. They were silently making food. It was the first interaction they had the heart for. Katie was silently making rice and Ms. Knight was silently looking in the freezer for something to cook. Katie heard her stop, so she turned around. She was holding a bag of chicken. Dinosaur shaped chicken. She could practically hear what she was thinking.

"You love your dinosaur shaped chicken!"
"Yeah. WHEN I WAS EIGHT!"

Ms. Knight seemed to be transfixed with the bag. She just stood there, smiling sadly and holding the bag.

"Mom." Katie said, scared. Ms. Knight's face fell and she just starting crying out of nowhere. Katie runs over and tries to grab the bag. Ms. Knight grips it tighter. Katie pulls harder and the bag explodes and chicken goes flying all over the floor. Ms. Knight sobs harder and sinks into the floor. Katie goes down with her, alarmed.

"Mom?" she yells. Ms. Knight just grabs Katie and squeezes her.

"Katie... please don't leave me. Ever. Just promise." she sobbed. Katie nodded, tears in her throat, but she refused to cry for her mother's sake.

"Of course not mom... no way." she choked.

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So scared of breaking it, that you won't let it bend.

She arrived to the house. It was what most people would call perfect. The lawn was perfectly manicured. The hedges were cut into perfect little hearts (requested by Kelly). The lawnmower was leaning on the fence at the perfect angle. The doghouse was perfectly worn out. The off-white paint of the house was perfect. It was a perfect mixture of western and LA modern. The pool was perfect. The trees were aging perfectly.

The family inside was seemingly perfect too. Greg Hastings was one of the youngest top lawyers LA had ever seen at 30, and he was perfect. He featured in all the firm's perfect commercials and was making it big. Katie Hastings was the beautiful, perfect trophy wife of Greg. She looked about 25, 26, so that's how old people assumed she was and that's what she told them. She could always be seen shopping for the perfect things or walking her perfect dog or socializing... only with perfect people, of course. Their baby, Kelly, was equally as perfect. Her laugh was perfect, her clothes were always perfect, she was the top if her nursery class, she has almost perfect at speaking (gotta work on that) and she was almost perfect at walking (gotta work on that too).

And I wrote two hundred letters

I will never send

Katie took a deep breath, dug her keys from her coach bag and opened the door. The house was eerily silent. She frantically searched around, but there was nobody in the house. She avoided hyperventilating by reasoning with herself (They probably went to go get ice cream or something... yeah. Ice cream). She sat on the ($40,000) couch and started thinking of what she's say.

"Hey, sorry hun, I was out eating lunch and lost track of time..." she shook her head.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry, these news reporters stopped me and started asking em about you... I said only good things, of course." she shook her head again. A news report would actually have to come on.

"I was spending time with Angela... I lost track of time." No, Angela was in Paris with her kids. She stomped her heels on the floor, frustrated.

"Oh yeah, I was with James. Old friend/ex. He's super hot. And he's WAY better than you! You don't deserve me, you worthless prick!" she screamed, laughing. If she actually had the courage to say that, she didn't even know where that would lead. She was afraid to even think of that.

Sometimes these cuts are so much deeper than they seem

She looked over at a picture of last year, when she was oblivious to the price of this perfect life. The way she was restricted like an animal at the zoo. She was allowed to look beyond the bars and maybe make friends with select people, but that was it. No guys either. Definitely no guys. She felt... claustrophobic.

You'd rather cover up, I'd rather let them bleed

The door opened. She sat up and snatched a magazine and pretended to read it. Her baby ran in and jumped on her.

"Mommy!" she squealed, hugging her tightly. Katie laughed.

"Hi sweetie. How as school?" she asked.

"We got clay! And Daddy gimme ice cream. Vaniwa." (I knew it). Katie smiled.

"Yum." she replied as Kelly continued talking about what she made and playing with Katie's hair. Katie stared at her husband, who was staring at their daughter. She wanted to scream.

"Kelly, I have to talk to mommy, ok? Go to your room." He finally said. She shrugged and leaped to the stairs. Katie swallowed shakily.

"Where were you?" he asked. She took a deep (shaky, of course) breath.

"I'm sorry, I met an old friend and we I kind of lost track of time." she said confidently.

"You... you had to pick of your KID." he said, irritated.

"I know, I always pick her up on time, I just wanted to catch up, you know?"

"Who was this person?"

"Like I said, an old friend." he bounded over, and knelt down. He was so close to her face she could smell the chocolate ice cream.

"Who. was. this. person?" he said through his teeth.

"Jenny. Jenny... Greenblotz." she said quickly. He squinted at her and went to reach for her phone. She took it from his hands.

"Oh my god, Greg, you don't just look through my PHONE like that!" she said, annoyed (Why can't I be a pushover? Why oh why?).

"Katie. Just give me the phone." he said calmly.

"No! It's my freaking phone!" she said. His eyes hardened.

"Were you with a GUY?" he spat. Her eyes widened and she shook her head quickly.

"No! I swear!" she said standing up. He chest heaved up and down. (CRAP CRAP CRAP I FORGOT TO CHANGE JAMES' NAME.)

"Ok then. Show me the phone." he said. She shook.

I am in misery...

"Uh, see." she said pushing her hair back. He grabbed her arm and plucked the phone from her hands. She almost fainted, right then and there.

"Uh-huh. No guys right?"

"Ok, look, I can explain." she said. Before she could really say anything, he punched her in the eye. She fell back onto the couch, holding her face. He dropped the phone in rage.

"I HATE YOU!" she screamed, still nursing her eye. She was terrified, but she couldn't let him know that.

"You hate me? You're the one, sneaking behind my back and having affairs!" he yelled.

"OH MY GOD GREG, HE'S AN OLD FRIEND, LIKE I JUST SAID! WHY CAN'T YOU TRUST ME?" she asked.

"Why do you think?" he sneered. She looked up at him hatefully (how dare he bring this up? The worthless dick) and got up from the couch. He grabbed her arm and twisted it back. She was on the verge of tears, not knowing if he was going to break it or not. Lord knows he already had. Marriage is not supposed to be a life or death situation.

"You're going to delete him from your phone. You aren't going to talk to him again. You will not slander me. Oh, and DON'T EVER WALKED AWAY FROM ME AGAIN? Understood?" he screamed.

"Yes yes yes!" she screamed. He looked at her for a few more seconds, tossed her to the ground and walked off. She lay on the floor a few minutes, afraid if she were to get up she would fall back down. Finally, she got up, straighted her clothes, grabbed her phone and pointed her nose to the sky.

"Just keep your head up Katie." she said to herself, tears streaming down her face. She looked at Jame's name. She didn't delete it. She just made it secret (her phone had awesome features). She finally had something Greg couldn't control.

There ain't nobody who can comfort me...