Family Portrait
by dossier
Author's Notes: think pink-- "Family Portrait". We're all just mizaundastood. Frank Colohan when he finally gave up hope. T for language. beta-free
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Frank ached. He ached from the beating that Sipowicz had given him, he ached from knowing that he was wrong, he just wished that she hadn't... He pulled a tattered photo out of his pocket. It was the last time hed been with all of his family together. Maybe things would have been better if he'd just stayed.
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The cold morning was silent and dark as he slipped out the front door. He couldnt take it, no more, never again. The fight last night had been the worst, and the house had still been in a shambles when he had come downstairs this morning. His *welcome home* brawl.
The stitches in his wrist pulled as he carried his knapsack, but he ignored the pain as he walked down towards the bus to some where, anywhere but here, leaving before his Mom and her shitty boyfriend woke up. His father was long gone, and never coming back. Before the slut that used to be his girlfriend got out of the bed of his former best friend. New start, new day.
The snow drifted up beside the street in filthy grey heaps, and the heavy dark clouds filtered the weak, cold sunlight. Frank walked down the center of the street, just daring any car to play chicken with him. His insolent anger radiated from him, and he felt betrayed; by his mother, his father, by the mealy mouthed liars at the psychiatric unit, the world in general. They could all go to hell. He was finished pretending that it was all going to work out.
He'd tried suicide, and fuck all he couldn't even succeed at that. His mom had taken him down to get him stitched up after she'd found him bleeding and drunk, and then she'd fucking left him to be lectured for three days by the assholes that didnt have a clue what he was all about. They didn't know, they couldn't know.
The bus station had a smelly old drunk sleeping it off on a bench, and the bored clerk had sold him a ticket to Chicago, one way leaves in half an hour. Frank lit a cigarette and stood outside the overheated building, hed rather freeze than have to inhale the stench of the vagrant that was ripening with the hot dry air, or have the prying eyes of the through passengers staring at him like he was a freak. The bruise over his left eye was turning green and purple, the stitches like black ants crawling on his face. He felt like fucking Frankenstein. He smiled at his stupid joke.
The driver finally starting boarding, and Frank was first in line and took a seat at the very back of the bus. Bound for Chi-town, and whatever his new life was. It was going to be better, had to be better.
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Family Portrait, by Pink
Uh, uh, some deep shit, uh, uh
Momma please stop cryin, I can't stand the sound Your pain is painful and its tearin' me down I hear glasses breakin as I sit up in my bed I told dad you didn't mean those nasty things you said
You fight about money, bout me and my brother And this I come home to, this is my shelter It ain't easy growin up in World War III Never knowin what love could be, you'll see I don't want love to destroy me like it has done my family
Can we work it out? Can we be a family? I promise I'll be better, Mommy I'll do anything Can we work it out? Can we be a family? I promise I'll be better, Daddy please don't leave
Daddy please stop yellin, I can't stand the sound Make mama stop cryin, cuz I need you around My mama she loves you, no matter what she says its true I know that she hurts you, but remember I love you, too
I ran away today, ran from the noise, ran away Don't wanna go back to that place, but don't have no choice, no way It ain't easy growin up in World War III Never knowin what love could be, well I've seen I don't want love to destroy me like it did my family
Can we work it out? Can we be a family? I promise I'll be better, Mommy I'll do anything Can we work it out? Can we be a family? I promise I'll be better, Daddy please don't leave
In our family portrait, we look pretty happy Let's play pretend, let's act like it comes naturally I don't wanna have to split the holidays I don't want two addresses I don't want a step-brother anyways And I don't want my mom to have to change her last name
In our family portrait we look pretty happy We look pretty normal, let's go back to that In our family portrait we look pretty happy Let's play pretend, act like it goes naturally
In our family portrait we look pretty happy (Can we work it out? Can we be a family?) We look pretty normal, let's go back to that (I promise I'll be better, Mommy I'll do anything)
In our family portrait we look pretty happy (Can we work it out? Can we be a family?) Let's play pretend act and like it comes so naturally (I promise I'll be better, Daddy please don't leave)
In our family portrait we look pretty happy (Can we work it out? Can we be a family?) We look pretty normal, let's go back to that (I promise I'll be better, Daddy please don't leave)
Daddy don't leave Daddy don't leave Daddy don't leave Turn around please Remember that the night you left you took my shining star? Daddy don't leave Daddy don't leave Daddy don't leave Don't leave us here alone
Mom will be nicer I'll be so much better, I'll tell my brother Oh, I won't spill the milk at dinner I'll be so much better, I'll do everything right I'll be your little girl forever I'll go to sleep at night
The End
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