tabloids. // katy perry fan fiction

prologue.

prologue.

Beep... beep..

No they aren't the sound of my alarm clock, annoyingly waking me up for another dreadful day.

Beep... beep..

No they aren't the sound of machines, making it seem like I'm in a hospital.

Beep... beep..

They are the sounds of cars honking, the usual sounds of a usual day; never noticing a hurting and crumpled up person even when they are standing just infront of them, or perhaps on their T.V. screens. But nothing about me is usual. Nothing about my life is usual. They say, to be in my place is heaven, a dream they always wanted to reach. But the fact is, this life is more of a dystopia than a dream. If they were in my shoes, never would they wish for my life. Blinding camera flashes, hateful words that cuts through your core, everyone else living on this hell called Earth judging you, is never a dreamy lifestyle.

The wind continues to blow against my face, making me shiver as the twinkling city lights stand out on this dark and eerie night. But I never get scared of the night. In fact, I love the night. It seems as if it's the only time of the day I'd feel the closest to being normal. If only I could escape all those things I never wanted, all the fame. I guess it's true they say. That fame is a burden, a curse even.

Don't be ungrateful, they say. Yes, with fame comes a few great perks. But all those money, all those people who look up to you, all that fame couldn't make me forget about the hate. You see, that's the thing about being known by your name and not your true self. They always manage to judge you so easily without even knowing who you truly are. They push you further down, pushing you to your breaking point. One day you wake up, seeing a whole different person staring back at you infront of the mirror.

And you can never get your old self back no matter how you try.

They crush you until you couldn't take it anymore. They'll hurt you deep down until you could think of nothing but death just to escape the pain. I step forward, feet finally off the concrete walls of the dreaded building. I feel like flying, really. I'm finally free. The wind starts violently blowing against my skin as I continue to descend, making me close my heavy eyes with a grin. This way, no one would judge anymore. This way, pain can't penetrate under my skin anymore. This way, no one can hurt me anymore. Perhaps, dying is a better option that enduring the endless and immense pain.

And that's exactly what's happening to me.

-a/n-

Okay so this is a collaborated Katy Perry Fanfic by brokxnwings and KatyCat_LilDerp :) In this story, Katy has a SON and not a daughter. We wanted to change things ;) So we decided to write about Katy having a son instead of a daughter. How is it so far? It isn't much but it'll get better in time. . . We hope.