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Original: 1/31/2006 12:28 AM
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Tuesday, January 31, 2006

 

Title: Unknown
Chapter 1

 

 "What the hell do you want me to do?! You want to fucking keep this business going and it's going nowhere! Sell the fucking place!"
 "Why? So you can take control of the money, and be the almighty king of the house? I don't --"
 I turned the volume all the way up on my Ipod, blasting the Red Hot Chili peppers as loud as I could through those headphones so I didn't have to hear my parents arguing like little children. Me and my little brother didn't even fucking argue as much as they did. But whatever, I had my Chili Peppers. Now watching my dad drive and yell at my mom about selling our restaurant and my mom arguing that he just wanted control of the household was like watching a soap operah on mute. I let Anthony Kiedis' voice flood my ears with a torrent of pleasure and I closed my eyes, mouthing the lyrics to Californiacation along with him.
 In such a tight knit community, I would have to say that I had the most dysfunctional family around. I mean, I'm no one to make judgements, I have no idea what happens in the Cooper household or the Zimbominski household, behind closed doors those people could be the fucking devil in disguise, who knew? But my family was just as bad outside the house as they were inside. My mom and dad were always throwing fucking ash trays at each other because they were both heavy smokers and then they would fuck so loud the same night I had no idea why the neighbors didn't call the cops on us.
 Though my mom didn't know it, my dad was constantly cheating on her with whatever whore he could get that week. It didn't matter to him, as long as it was someone besides my mom. My dad was built so I would do whatever I could not to mess with his rules. But when I did, I'd end up with a black eye or a bloody lip that swelled to the size of a balloon. But,  if my dad was fire, my mother was the coldest of ice.
 Where my dad would cheat on my mom when ever the chance arose, my mother would make sure that he was the only man she was with. She was the sweetest thing on two legs, except when she got angry. She could go from the most angelic lady, to the devil's most prized demon. It didn't help that she got angry over the most mundane things . When she did get angry, which was quite often, she'd beat the shit out of me and my little brother with anything she could find around the house.
 Her and my dad also argued as often as they could, just to piss each other off. The restaurant or the state of our house were good topics to get them fired up. Tonight, the topic of choice was the restaurant, and I was having none of it.
 While they were fighting and near throwing their fists at each other, I was having a spiritual connection with the Chili Peppers, where ever the hell they were. I let the bass drum of Californiacation pound against my ear drums like an enraged girlfriend would pound on her boyfriends apartment door. I was loving every fucking second of it. The slow guitar solo was revitalizing. Every pluck of every string sent me on a high I'm sure no drug could put anyone on, I felt free. Just as suddenly as I had felt like I was free of whatever torture my parents might put me through, the worst possible thing happened. My dad decided to run a red light.
 That doesn't seem like such a bad situation if there were no cars around. But in fact, there was a Toyota Camry speeding down the road to get home, unbeknowist to my father. I turned and saw the camry, but didn't utter a word. Time felt as if it was slowing as the camry crashed nose on directly into my door. The car bent inwards, and I was in immediate pain. The pieces of glass seemed to freeze in mid air as Anthony Kedis sang, "Destruction leads to a very rough road but also breads creation." Then time sped up again and I felt the full force of the glasses embedding themselves into the side of the face, and the side of the car snapping my fore arm in half. The pain was so blinding that I blacked out, and the last thought I had was, "At least something will be created from this, right Anthony?" Little did I know, it would be created from me. A life changing experience that I never thought could happen. All of it budding from this devestating car carsh. Now, the only thing I had to do was wake up from a coma.

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This sounds pretty familiar...

~Lexa~

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interesting

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hey crazy.
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