Friday, August 12, 2011

The beginning.

Hi everyone! This is a new fiction story I created, it's very different from the other Onikafaree blogs. There will be plenty of sudden twists and unexpected turns and a very different story line. Stay tuned and please let me know what you think by commenting on this blog or writing on the twitter page @TheFightForLove and of course, ENJOY!

Just another night for Nicki. She was wrapping up her Femme Fatale tour with Britney and getting ready to head back to LA and work on her Sophomore Album in the next week. Nicki had everything she ever dreamed of. Money, fame, fans, and an amazing team. But she was missing one thing..happiness. Nicki knew that she should be happy with her lifestyle. But inside something deep was hurting her heart, and she was having alot of trouble figuring out what it was. Team Minaj and Nicki all came back to the hotel from her concert very late that night.
"Let's start making drinks!" said one of her bestfriends Lauren. The night was just beginning but all Nicki wanted was the night to end. "YEAH DRINKS!" everyone is the hotel was screaming and agreeing. "Nic are you okay?" SB asked Nicki silently, that way no attention was caused. "Yeah I'm fine, just tired. I think I'm going to call it a night, but you guys have fun!" Nicki had a fake smile and SB could see right through it. "Are you sure?" SB asked. "COMEONE NICKI, STAY WITH US!" the Team wanted her to have fun with them, but she just denied it and went in her room, complaining she was too "tired" for drinks.
SB knew something was wrong, he could always tell when Nicki had been crying because of her swollen eyes, and the past few nights he knew Nicki had been crying herself to sleep because she would wake up with the same swollen eyes. SB was too afraid to ask Nicki why she was so upset. He felt that if Nicki wanted him knowing, Nicki would have told him..because they are bestfriends. So SB is just letting her have her alone time. "Is she okay SB?" Candi asked while sipping on her mixed drink. "Yeah she's fine. She just wants to get some rest for that big after party at the club tommorow." SB lied, but he didn't know what to say until he had the full story on what was really going on.
The night went on. But Nicki was still wide awake in her room, sinking into her own thoughts. "Why do I feel like this? Why can't I just be happy? God has blessed me with everything I asked for, so what's the problem Nicki?" Her thoughts were driving her insane. She wouldn't sleep until she could figure out what was making her so depressed. Then she turned to the other side of the king bed and soon realized what the problem is. She took and deep breathe and admitted to herself "I'm alone." Nicki was more alone than ever. She knew she wouldn't be in any serious relationships due to her fame, but she never thought being alone would take control over her. She is an independant person, but she just wants someone to lay next to and kiss goodnight at the end of the day. "But who?" she thought to herself. She knew she couldn't date some random person she just met because he would only be after her sucess. "I need someone who has been with me before the fame, or someone who is just as sucessful as I am. But who?" Her thoughts were eating at her alive, killing her softly, and she was more confused then ever. Another night crying herself to sleep, but things were soon to change..

I hope you guys liked my first post to the story! The next post will definately be alot more intense and will really start off the story. Please stay along for the ride and spread the word, you won't regret it ;) Don't forget to give us feedback, thank you!

4 comments:

  1. This is good so far! CONTINUE PLEEAASSEE!!!!

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  2. I LOVE IT ... GOOD BEGINNING , STR8 TO THE POINT .. EASY TO GET INTO !! GREAT JOB DEENA

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  3. damn... im lovn dis story!!! keep me postd
    #TeamMinaj

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  4. Oh mi God, YES!! I like it so far barb. Nice way 2 start us off. I cn tell this is gonna b good! :)

    - @barb_theBAD

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