Scribblings..~ (PG-15)(No Tokio Hotel mentionings, just a fan fiction) ~

Chapter 1:
The sound of that bellowing human being could not escape Natalie's ears as she ran out from behind that dumpster wearing nothing but a blanket and socks. She had just been robbed of her innocence. And just when that poor girl thought things could not get worse, they did; as if in a movie, she had stopped to gasp for air, when a thousand pounds of rain came pouring down unto her from the highest reaches of her so called heaven. Or was it heaven? Wasn't it just an accumulation of water droplets in figures known as clouds roughly two thousand meters above her head? She did not know if she could go on believing in a greater purpose anymore; after what had just beffalen her.
Natalie had just been raped.
Coming from a devout christian family, Natalie's most precious gift was her virginity. That man; or should we be allowed to call him a man? His acts proved he was only a mere animal, with mere carnal insticts controlling his every move. A waste of flesh and bones who's life had revolved around nothing but booz and fulfilling his most inner sexual desires.
Natalie had no where to go, she could not get hold of a cab at this time of night, and partly because she had no money. That man had stolen everything she had on her. But that meant she was no longer Natalie Cole. That meant She was just another passer-by you saw on the streets of a random city, where, simultaneously, crime and poverty were reaching a new high.
The first hints of dawn were showing themselves from behind those majestic hills overlooking the valley of San Jose. Natalie found a nearby tree on the cool sidewalk, one large enough to rest under. She hoped for a police car, that would never come; she hoped for last night's events to be erased out of the course of history, but that would never happen. She closed her eyes, hoping for a brighter tomorrow, and instantly went into a cold, dreamless sleep.
And for the first time in her life, Natlie Cole felt oh so alone.

Weird -.- Bt Kwwwwwl

wow!! so sad!!! really gr8!! i love it!! ur an awesome writer!!:D

yea he is
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danke ! =D

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hahah...dude seriously how can u write like that? hahah,,,u must like concentrate ...i can't i am always jokin around .. BUT i reallllllllyyyy find it awsome!! poor natalie...

Lol

lol i'm always jocking around too that's why most of my fanfics are funny romances! but i read this chapter for the second time today...so plz post the second chapter soon!!!!
btw this story is PG-15?? does that mean that mean that ppl under 15 yrs old can't read it?? if so, then all of u stop reading! including ralph:P i'm the only one allowed to admire the wonderfullness of this fanfic!!:P:P lol jk

ma3le i can break the rules
im turning 14 in aug 28

yea but it's PG-15!! so u have to wait 1 more year!!

O Nd Me 2 (aa) I Can Read It

i put PG-15 so ppl can have caution anyone who wants to read it is welcome ill post Chapter 2 very soon, hopefully b4 i go to mika

ok
so u're not allowed to write pg 15
only 14
so u can't write nor read !

yeah i am turnin 14 in september ...since septemer is the twins birth month to i am a special case :P

u're soo lucky !

Chapter 2:
The police officer's stick did not comfort her one bit in the early hours of the morning, poking into her backside, driving in deeper and deeper until she finally woke up in a daze.
At first, the officer thought she was some kind of prostitute, lying there half naked on the streets of that unforgiving city, but then she had told him her story, her sorrowful story, about how she got raped behind a dumpster, in one of the countless alleys of L.A., by her own father-in-law.
If we say the police officer felt pity for the poor young woman lying in front of him, we would be underestimating the gravity of emotions he had felt for her, and so he quickly suggested she go with him to the nearby station, and fill out a report.
It didn't seem like it was ever going to end, that immortal car-ride, shall we say, since her thoughts kept drifting to seven hours ago. She quickly regained her sense of self as she felt the brakes work their magic on the cruiser's tires, almost knocking her over, and, allas, stood the magestic LAPD headquarters; so ominous in the daylight, it almost resembled the back end of a munitions warehouse.
Behind that curtain in the very back of her mind, lay the darkest memories of Natalie Cole prompt back there so she would never have to remember. She could safely stash last night in that part of her brain, and just forget everything. Right ?
Wrong. She had a lot of thinking to do. Part of the blame she had placed on the night of her rape, she had placed on her. Surprising though it may be, the "love affair" she had shared with her father-in-law, Stephen White, was a long, trenuous one, full of heartbreak, misery, reminiscence, and, of course, great sex.
Why else would she have been coming back for more? She wanted to fulfil her fiesty sexual appetite, after a near 6 month dry spell, and Mr. White's company seemed more than just a fling, it had seemed like they had brewed up an affair which would seemlesly, never end. She had shared with him her very soul, her secrets; her whole life, She had handed herself to him on a silver platter, and look where it had led her.
She found out Stephen White had been cheating on her later on with yet another girl, a 21 year old blonde bimbo from Palm Beach, Florida. But, then again, wasn't she the "other woman" aswell? And yet, as they say "what goes around comes back around", his wife eventually knew about his affair with that other woman, anf filed for a divorce the following morning, in which she had drained him of nearly every penny he had. Oh, the beauty of karma!
But his wife had never found out about his long, sweaty, passionate nights with Natalie.
And as she sat there, filling our her report in the white washed waiting room, every memory remembered felt like one blow after the other.
But, Natalie Cole was known for her survival skills, and she was not about to go down without a fight.

woooooooooooooooooooooow Ralph that's hmmmm... how to describe it?? hmmm....
great jooooooooooooooooooooob keep it like that and don't be late to post the new chapter!!

yeah...like wow dude u got skills! (other than explaining what crap is ) *applause* :D AWSOME STORYYYYY

*bows* thank you thank yo (my descripion of crap was quite accurate :P)
ill post chapter 3 soon

as soon as u can

OMG this is truly gr8!! i love the way u write! plz post soon!!

Chapter 3
Love is a haunting game where no one is supposed to win.
Or so she thought. You would think several relationships that had had the potential to work could have taught her otherwise, but Natalie Cole wasn't ready for the commitment. And several dumpings later she wound up here.
The story goes like this; Stephen had arrived at Natalie's house, late on one sizzling July afternoon, hoping for a quick tumble in bed, after Natalie had already dumped potential fiance number 3, and so a huge carton of rocky road ice cream was prompt up in her lap, while she lay on the ever so comfortable red couch, covered in a thick wool blanket her grandmother had woven for her at the tender age of 4. Tissue papers littered the site around her, which gave one the impression of a sudden snowfall.
But Natalie didn't want to see his face, didn't want him to mention her name on his tongue, that god aweful tongue which now seemed like poison to her, every make out session killing her bit by bit until she finally imploded from the inside out, crying her eyes out, as she had done on that day, since inklings of love toward Stephen White were still left in the shady corners of her shrouded heart, which had led her to not accept a very romantic marriage proposal from potential fiance number 3. But, as they say "misery loves company", and it had sured loved Natalie Cole's companionship.
After a few, benine, meaningless trials of trying to seduce Natalie, on the behalf of Mr. White of course, Natalie finally fled her house in search of a safe refuge for her and her dark thoughts, but sure enough Stephen had followed her, and he wasn't about to stop; see, Stephen White was the kind of guy who would do anything to claim his prize, and right now, his prize took the shape of a very attractive woman named Natalie. And he had finally caught up with her; stuck her behind a dumpster in an alley in L.A., and the rest is history.
The distant sound of a coffee machine tinging woke her up from her state of distressful trance, as she sat there, still in that familiar white washed waiting room, still sitting on that smucking navy blue seat, still filling out her sonofabitching report, still waiting for some kind of miracle to happen, still --
"Your coffee miss."
Natalie looked up and saw officer "I'd rather use my stick than my hands" handing her a plain, pearl white mug, filled to the rim with black coffee. She kindly accepted, although she had had no recollection of her asking for any, but , then again, she really needed that extra kick caffiene usually gave her right now.
And then, in an almost choreagraphed motion, Natalie placed her mug on a nearby make shift coffee table, stood up, and walked out that station with her head held high, and her pride intact; as if the very voice of god had spoken to her and told her to do so.
And she just kept on going forward, kept on walking, to her brother's apartment which she knew was located a couple of blocks from where she once sat.
She arrived there. dripping wet with cold hard sweat, and realized she also had to do the job of climbing up four sets of stairs, sinc her brother's building was one of the oldest in L.A. and had no elevator, unfortunately.
"Spare key, where'd my distant brother keep that mother smucking spare key.."
Under the empty fire extingwisher beside that old wooden door of his.
The sound of the lock turning gave her some comfort in the fact that sh was in a familiar place, at a time whe she so desperately needed to see a familiar face.
No one was there.
her frist instinct was to go to the bathroom, and sure enough what she saw in that mirror did not please her one bit. Her lip looked a bit swollen, her cheek had day old cuts on them, and her nose was weirdly deformed.
She had handled quite a beating. Well never mind that, she wreaked of trash, and she didn't plan on staying that way.
That cold showe had revitalized her senses quite a bit and had felt quite pleasant after along night like the one she had had. But the thought lurking in her mind of minds right then wasn't. It was far beyind pleasnt, one could describe it as only brutal.
Death.
Death of one, Stephen White. A new song popped into Natalie's head, Bleeding Love, by none other than Leona Lewis, and she thought, "Stephen's gonna be bleeding much more than love when i'm through with him.
She dressed up in her brother's baggy denim jeans, and a white, plad shirt, grabbed that much too sharp cutting knife, and walked out of her brother's apartment quite quaintly.
She stowed the knife in the bad part of her jeans, in a place where she could reach for it very. very easily.

mm her pocket? k kewlllllllllll story ...i like theway u describe evry tiny weeny part ...like so accuratlly..and ohhhh girl gone mad!! u go kung fu panda that guys' ass!