Title inspired by the quote:
"Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee
Calls back the lovely April of her prime." – William Shakespeare
And She in Thee
"Look at her-"
"-What an evil woman-"
"A murderer, would you believe it-?"
S H U T U P .
That's my mother you're talking about
_(*)_
Talk about the way her hair shines
The (not) new color of her nails
How slim she manages to be
-Even in an orange jumpsuit.-
Anything but r e a l i t y
(I'll say please if I have to)
_(*)_
I don't want to be here
[Why Boston?]
I don't want to be here
[Less bad press for the business]
I don't want to be here
[But she'll be stuck in America…]
I don't want to be here
_(*)_
Just stop talking
Stop talking about her
Don't make me think about it
( P l e a s e )
Let me forget
That this is all ohso wrong-
Let me pretend
That everything's alright.
_(*)_
Ohnoohnoohno-
She's looking over here.
Is that- oh no- s h a m e
We've let her down agai-
-Stop it, Natalie!-
She's not worth my tears
She hates me:
I'm n o t h i n g to her
Anymore
...
( So why am I crying?
Why do I love her?
Why is she still
e v e r y t h i n g
to me? )
_(*)_
I'm just a girl.
I need a mum.
She's the only one I've got.
_(*)_
"Look at her-"
"-What an evil woman-"
"A murderer, would you believe it-?"
"S H U T U P .
That's my mother you're talking about."
_(*)_
This is what may have gone through Natalie's mind during Isabel's trial. I can't remember if this goes along with what the books tell us or not, but oh well. To be perfectly honest, I quite like this piece- I did it ages ago (many thanks to Syberian Quest, my beta reader :D) but got lazy about posting it. Anyways, please review and tell me what you think!
Hope you liked it and thanks for reading,
Joelle8