Her stupid fucking Mom. Her stupid, lazy, bitchy Mom. Ever since her dad had.... died two years ago, her mom had just kind of turned off. Tuned out the rest of the world, just sitting there and smoking her life away. Natalie had used to buy them groceries. Now she just ate those pre-made sandwiches from the Petrol Station and scabbed off Kevin. The smokes helped keep away the hunger pangs too. They didn't help keep away the fizzling tension of boredom and depression that created such a deadly potency in the cramped space of the trailer she and her mom called home. The screaming had ended a while ago, tears dried, but her room was trashed. Most of her CD's lay splayed out on the floor, the wallpaper in shreds. Squeaking old metal rang out in the warm night of the trailer park as Nat perched on the steps of her trailer. Smoke stung her throat and made her head spin, the lights of the trailer next door blinding. Almost too blinding. Not enough, though, for her not to notice you. The kid in the trailer next to hers. Well, not a kid. She didn't talk to you much. At all, really. She didn't even know your name, but you probably knew hers from how many times her mom screamed it out. "What?" Was her immediate reaction to the feeling of your eyes on her, like a knee-jerk reflex.