Author's Note: I've seen a lot of these games for different fandoms where you go into your music player, put it on shuffle and write a story using the song that comes on. I tried doing that for House a few times but it never really worked, I ended up writing stories about random, nameless characters. I've saved them up for a couple months and I write new ones every now and then, this is one of the better ones. And I know I have strange taste in music, you don't have to tell me XD
Inspired by: Make Some Noise, Hannah Montana
I was sitting in a cold, dark room crying, over what I can’t even remember, when I felt a presence over my shoulder. It was a little girl standing in the doorway of the longue, she asked what was wrong. I just sniffed, chuckled, and said nothing. I beckoned her over to me and once I got a closer look I saw the bruises, my stomach immediately started to churn. I asked her why she was in the ER today, her response, “I ran into a door”, ‘ya since when do doors leave finger shaped bruises on your arm?’ I thought, but on the outside I just nodded my head solemnly. She titled her head to the side and asked what was wrong again; I just shrugged her off and asked about her parents. “Just my dad” she said, “and he went to go get coffee hours ago, or at least I think it was hours ago, I can’t tell time” I asked her how old she was “five” I told her that was pretty cool age, then I took her by the hand and said, why don’t we find where you’re supposed to be in case your dad comes back. I took her back to the exam room and we talked, for what must have been at least an hour, before her dad came back. He was a gruff big man and before he even said hi to the little girl he snatched her out of her chair and started yelling. Something about how he had come back hours ago and she hadn’t been there and how bad she was and how she was such a little brat. The little girl tried to appease him as he shook her violently, “But, but daddy, I’ve been here the whole time, I only left to go to the bathroom a little while” “Bullshit” he screamed in her face and backhanded her. I sat watching this whole scene in shock, saying to myself ‘here we go again, time to make some noise, bastard’
Inspired by: Make Some Noise, Hannah Montana
I was sitting in a cold, dark room crying, over what I can’t even remember, when I felt a presence over my shoulder. It was a little girl standing in the doorway of the longue, she asked what was wrong. I just sniffed, chuckled, and said nothing. I beckoned her over to me and once I got a closer look I saw the bruises, my stomach immediately started to churn. I asked her why she was in the ER today, her response, “I ran into a door”, ‘ya since when do doors leave finger shaped bruises on your arm?’ I thought, but on the outside I just nodded my head solemnly. She titled her head to the side and asked what was wrong again; I just shrugged her off and asked about her parents. “Just my dad” she said, “and he went to go get coffee hours ago, or at least I think it was hours ago, I can’t tell time” I asked her how old she was “five” I told her that was pretty cool age, then I took her by the hand and said, why don’t we find where you’re supposed to be in case your dad comes back. I took her back to the exam room and we talked, for what must have been at least an hour, before her dad came back. He was a gruff big man and before he even said hi to the little girl he snatched her out of her chair and started yelling. Something about how he had come back hours ago and she hadn’t been there and how bad she was and how she was such a little brat. The little girl tried to appease him as he shook her violently, “But, but daddy, I’ve been here the whole time, I only left to go to the bathroom a little while” “Bullshit” he screamed in her face and backhanded her. I sat watching this whole scene in shock, saying to myself ‘here we go again, time to make some noise, bastard’
