Post by `emz0, bby. on Jun 20, 2007 19:13:09 GMT -5
i like that part of teh song 
[tell em the song and you get a karma point.]
I Am Your Nightmare Chapter 1
“Brittany ,you fXcking whXre, make me dinner.” “Okay Dad,” He was drunk again, screaming at me to do whatever he needed me to - which he was completely capable of doing himself. Let me give you a little background on me. My mother left when I was a baby. I’m a junior in high school, I get straight A’s, get called emo and goth all the time, and I’m obsessed with My Chemical Romance. Everybody around school knows. I’m pretty sure MCR knows too. I do go to school with a two of the members. Frank is in my grade, and Mikey is a year older. I’ve seen them around school, but I’ve never met or talked to them. I’d probably die. I don’t have a lot of friends. In fact, I only really have one good friend. Her name is Rachel. We have a lot in common. We both love rock and metal music. We also both love the colors black and red. She tells me I should talk to Frank, but you see I am plagued by this disease. It is called shyness, and it really constricts my actions. When I tell this to Rachel she just rolls her eyes. “Brittany! Hurry up!” “Yes, Dad.” I hand him the plate with whatever leftovers were in the fridge on it. I head back up the stairs to my room when he stops me. “I don’t want this!“ I walk back to the bottom of the stairs. “That’s all we had.” I look up and my father is walking briskly towards me. I know what he is about to do, so I start backing away into the other room but he catches up to me. He hits me with the back of his left hand, causing me to fall backwards onto the floor from the force. My cheek is stinging, and he keeps hitting me, this time with his belt. I scream, but I know it will do nothing. He goes to sit down, and I run up the steps, almost tripping because I can’t see what I’m doing as tears blur my vision. Give them blood, blood gallons of the stuff, give them all that they can drink and it will never be enough… Rachel is calling me. Perfect timing. I try to make it sound like I’m not crying so she wont worry about me. “Hey, Rach.” “Hey, Br- are you crying?” She can always tell. “Don’t worry about it.” “Did that aXXhole hit you again? Brit, you know you can tell me.” “-sigh- I made him dinner and he didn’t like it so he hit me.” “You wanna come to my house? I think you should. It’s Friday anyway.” “No, I’m good.” “But I invited some people over later and it would mean a lot to me, and you, if you came.” “Why would it mean a lot to me?” “Cause they’re some new friends of mine who could be new friends of yours.” “Fine. I’ll be there in a little bit.” I hung up before she had a chance to say anything else. She knows that no one likes me. If it makes her happy then I guess I’ll do it. I slid on my gray and black checked slip-on vans and I headed out on foot, with my iPod in one hand. I can’t leave you breathing, I cant leave you breathing, I cant leave you breathing, oh the stories you’d tell!
i know it sucks.
[tell em the song and you get a karma point.]I Am Your Nightmare Chapter 1
“Brittany ,you fXcking whXre, make me dinner.” “Okay Dad,” He was drunk again, screaming at me to do whatever he needed me to - which he was completely capable of doing himself. Let me give you a little background on me. My mother left when I was a baby. I’m a junior in high school, I get straight A’s, get called emo and goth all the time, and I’m obsessed with My Chemical Romance. Everybody around school knows. I’m pretty sure MCR knows too. I do go to school with a two of the members. Frank is in my grade, and Mikey is a year older. I’ve seen them around school, but I’ve never met or talked to them. I’d probably die. I don’t have a lot of friends. In fact, I only really have one good friend. Her name is Rachel. We have a lot in common. We both love rock and metal music. We also both love the colors black and red. She tells me I should talk to Frank, but you see I am plagued by this disease. It is called shyness, and it really constricts my actions. When I tell this to Rachel she just rolls her eyes. “Brittany! Hurry up!” “Yes, Dad.” I hand him the plate with whatever leftovers were in the fridge on it. I head back up the stairs to my room when he stops me. “I don’t want this!“ I walk back to the bottom of the stairs. “That’s all we had.” I look up and my father is walking briskly towards me. I know what he is about to do, so I start backing away into the other room but he catches up to me. He hits me with the back of his left hand, causing me to fall backwards onto the floor from the force. My cheek is stinging, and he keeps hitting me, this time with his belt. I scream, but I know it will do nothing. He goes to sit down, and I run up the steps, almost tripping because I can’t see what I’m doing as tears blur my vision. Give them blood, blood gallons of the stuff, give them all that they can drink and it will never be enough… Rachel is calling me. Perfect timing. I try to make it sound like I’m not crying so she wont worry about me. “Hey, Rach.” “Hey, Br- are you crying?” She can always tell. “Don’t worry about it.” “Did that aXXhole hit you again? Brit, you know you can tell me.” “-sigh- I made him dinner and he didn’t like it so he hit me.” “You wanna come to my house? I think you should. It’s Friday anyway.” “No, I’m good.” “But I invited some people over later and it would mean a lot to me, and you, if you came.” “Why would it mean a lot to me?” “Cause they’re some new friends of mine who could be new friends of yours.” “Fine. I’ll be there in a little bit.” I hung up before she had a chance to say anything else. She knows that no one likes me. If it makes her happy then I guess I’ll do it. I slid on my gray and black checked slip-on vans and I headed out on foot, with my iPod in one hand. I can’t leave you breathing, I cant leave you breathing, I cant leave you breathing, oh the stories you’d tell!
i know it sucks.
I don't know
