A/N: This story will be run over, and I'll decide wether or not I will make it based off the song. Please tell me your opinions :D

"Bring me to Life" (c) Evanescence

"Welcome to My Life" (c) Simple Plan

Welcome to My Life

By

Christina

". . . Wake me up inside

call my name and save

me from the dark. Bid

my blood to run, before

I come undone. Save

me from the nothing I've

become. Bring me to life . . ."

-Evanescence "Bring me to life"

Lyrics from Simple Plan's

song

"Welcome to my life"

Do you ever feel like breaking down?

Do you ever feel out of place?

Like somehow you just don't belong,

and no one understands you.

Do you ever want to runaway?

Do you lock yourself in your room?

With you radio on turned up so loud,

no one hears you screaming.

Bridge: No you don't know what it's like,

when nothing feels alright. You don't

know what it's like to be like me!

Chorus:

To be hurt, to feel lost, to be left out in the dark,

to be kicked when your down, to feel like you've been pushed

around. To be on the edge of breaking down,

when no one's there to save you! No you don't know

what it's like . . . Welcome to my life.

Do you want to be somebody else?

Are you sick of feeling so left out?

Are you desperate to find something,

more before your life is over?

Are you stuck inside a world you hate?

Are you sick of every one around?

With the big fake smiles and stupid lies,

when deep inside your bleeding.

(Bridge)

(Chorus)

No one ever bite straight to your face!

No one ever stabbed you in the back!

You might think I'm happy, but I'm not going

to be okay.

Everybody always getting you what you wanted,

never had to work to get what’s always there.

No you don't know what it's like (what it's like)

(Chorus 2x)

Welcome to my life . . .

Welcome to my life . . .

Welcome to my life. . .

Prologue

Jade vision:

You ever get the feeling, when you’re listening to a song, that the artist is singing it just for you? While listening to the radio in my parents’ apartment the D.J. announced they were going to play Simple Plan's song "Welcome to my life" I thought it was going to be lame like most other songs about life until I heard the lyrics and I was like "Wait a minute! This sounds like me!" I immediately was like "I want to buy that CD!" . . . But reality came crashing down.

Since my mums an alcoholic and my father's a heroine and cocaine addict every dime in the house goes to their addictions. We just recently moved which would be the fourth time in my entire life. Mum is planning on enrolling me in the nearest high school, but dad wants me to get a full time job. Mum whines and says she'll get a full time job and if money is too low I could get a part time job.

I love my mum; she cares about me and wants me to have a future. I hate my dad, when he gets home after a high he beats the crap out of me. Mum will always be out at the bar at that time, but when she discovers what he did she's always sorry . . . but now I'm beyond caring.

Dad tries to find tons of reasons to hate me:

1. I exist

2. I'm a teenager

3. I'm girly

4. Did I mention the fact that I exist?

5. I'm suicidal

I forget the rest of the reasons he had, but all I know for sure is that he hates me and wishes I was never born. Mum denies it, but dad shows it.

Jade Pirettie

Embyr vision:

Why does everybody hate me?!?! It seems the only people who are nice to me is my father and the Churnhill family.

I cant help it that my mums dead. I can't help it that my father is rich. I can't help if that I'm spoiled . . . well maybe I can help that.

Since dad travels a lot, I'm sixteen years old, and a very girly guy dad says I can watch over myself. So I can do anything want, but there are some set backs . . . which really I can do without.

I'm a pretty happy guy even though I'm constantly bugged about my money status. I can accept the fact that I'm girly, and so can everyone else, but when it come to the amount of money I get to spend, everyone but my friends hate me. My friends are just jealous of me . . . I know I've never been without money like them . . . but I hope I never have to experience what it feels like. To be living in house with low money income, with hand-me-down clothes, and a small amount of food.

As the guys like to say, I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth. I've never experienced the poor life. Which I am glad for . . . at least I have some friends and not any. I'd go crazy if I had o friends.

I just with there was some way I could understand with out sacrificing my money.

Embyr Grant