Alright, lemme explain this.
Once upon a time, I was bored, so I thought of this, and I want to share the results - though not that good - with you.
I took a line from a song and thought of 3 different stories that would suit it, and developed them in a couple of paragraphs.
I just thought it was interesting how things so different could relate to the same line...

Ok, now to what matters:

1

I can’t believe this. It’s all fucked up! I don’t belong here, this is not where I’m best. Nor me nor my brothers. This isn’t right, I don’t understand how this can be their decision! Don’t they think about us? About our lives? It’s amazing how attorneys can turn this kind of things into a battle between two people, making them forget about the consequences of the weapons they use to beat their enemy. And in this case, they did a great job with my dad! He was so damn concerned about beating my mother after they divorced that he didn’t even think of what he was putting us through. To make it worse, he’s got full custody of us now. My mom had agreed to share it, but, oh no! He had to have it all! So they went into trial. He used all kind of tricks to convince the jury that we needed to be with our father, and that our mother wasn’t competent enough to educate us, despite the fact that he was barely at home when they were married, and she raised us almost completely by herself.
So now we’re here, at an empty house. My youngest brother cannot stop crying, he can’t help missing his mom. My other brother has been to quiet ever since we arrived. And me, I don’t know. I could be breaking these damn walls and escaping. I could be begging the jury to change their minds. I could be with my mother.
But no. What would my brothers do if I did that? They’d be all alone. I can’t abandon them, not now that we are all alone. I don’t really know how he did it, but my mother is now not allowed to even see us.
This is wrong… It’s all wrong…
…Despite all the papers been signed, Mama take me back, be so kind… *

2

I was sure of it, I knew it. I’d learnt what I needed and I was ready to leave that friggin’ hell. Eighteen years was almost too much for me. Eighteen years of torture, of fake smiles, of constant fights. I’d had more than enough of it. I did what I had to do, what I’d been planning for 3 years: I asked for emancipation. I believe my father was more than glad I had asked for it. My mother on the other hand, was devastated. But I really didn’t want anything to do with them anymore; a surname was too much of a reminder already. If only I had known…
Who would’ve said I’d regret that? Anyone would have, I know. Anyone but me. I thought I was prepared for this world, I thought I knew all I needed to know. Of course, I was wrong.
I thought it’d be good, that I’d finally feel free, but then I faced the truth: I had to live in a horrible apartment with a friend and many people I’d never met. Nothing worked right there. Then I had to get a job, to help with the rent, of course. I never thought it’d be so hard! I looked everywhere until at last I found a tiny job as a waitress that left not much money for me to live of. And then I met him. By chance, at work. I spilled his coffee, he helped me clean, I wanted to thank him, he asked me out. We begun dating, and soon I completely fell in love with him. I was convinced he was the man I wanted to get old next to, but apparently he was not so hooked up with me. He talked me into spending the night with him. Damn, I fucking lost my virginity to him. But after that, it all turned into a nightmare, I missed my period and I soon knew the damn truth.
I am now 2 months pregnant. He left me as soon as he found out. Never heard of him again. I don’t know what to do, my friends try to help me but they just can’t. I need someone to guide me. I need you…
…Despite all the papers been signed, Mama take me back, be so kind… *

3

I was so happy before all of this! Well, I still am. I just can’t help doubting… What if this was a mistake? What if everyone was right, and we really are too young for such a commitment? I am in love. I truly love him. And I’m sure he loves me too, that’s beyond doubt. But marriage isn’t just about love. It takes a lot to sustain a marriage, and I’m not sure if we have all of that. We’d been living together for just a month before he popped the question, and almost 3 weeks since we came back from our honeymoon now. You might think not, but things have changed. At least for me. Our every day routines are the same, but the pressure and the wish of being a good wife are hunting me. I can’t help thinking I’m not good a wife enough to keep us together ‘until death tears us apart’. My mother-in-law doesn’t help. She keeps coming and testing me in every aspect of every day life a wife is supposed to be good at. Every time she comes for dinner she criticizes the way I cook, or anything I’ve done. And I feel most of the times she’s right. I can’t cook well enough, I’m too lazy with most of the household chores, I can’t iron to save my life. I’m just useless!!
He doesn’t say anything. He’s a sweetheart, and he has always been. I can cook a chicken black but he’ll eat it and say he loves it. Even when he works so much, he offers to help me with the chores. I never let him, though. I’d feel too guilty. And if my mother-in-law ever found out, I wouldn’t hear the end of it!
Is this the way I want my married life to be? Hell? I didn’t have time to learn! I couldn’t ask you all the things I now wish I knew… I’m not ready for this.
…Despite all the papers been signed, Mama take me back, be so kind… *

* Taken from the song Mary Lou by Sonata Arctica

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Alright, that's it.
Just, lemme know what you think...
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Oooo....

Flower, this idea sounded really interesting...

And it was...

Heheh...very cool, and well written to boot! :)

Lol...if you even get inspired multiple times by a song lyric...well, this was definitely cool, so...

:)

luv
Sarah