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Post by dougdougdoug on Jan 15, 2010 16:35:47 GMT -5
It was a blur, the night was a blur, and it going in front of Dougies eyes in a matter of seconds. It was an anger filled night, consisting of kicking stones, kicking trees, throwing everything in his grasp, and a tearstained face. Every time his foot hit the ground, he got more angry and kept throwing about. He wished they were alive, living things, that could feel pain, that would scream in pain and agony. It would make him feel so much better. His mind was filled up with too many confusing thoughts to even think, his mind was swarming, as if it were drowning. As more tears leaked out of his eyes and onto the floor, Dougie got even more angry, but the reason did not exist. All of this pounding yet he didn't tire, he didn't back down, the more he pounded the more angry he got. And once Dougie Kirans was angry, it was hard to stop him, to calm him down. Only certain people could do that. And he doubted, even Cassandra, would get out of their beds to calm him down. He wished Peyton were here, her soft touch filling him with warmth and peace. But, Peyton was not here, with him, and that was kind of good. She had never, never seen him in the state he was in. No-one had, not at this level of anger.
Thrashing about, Dougie finally caught sight of himself in the lake, looking like a fool, a very angry fool. And instantly, he stopped. His grandfather would be very disappointed and Alyssa would be crying at her big brother being so angry, because of her. He wished his grandfather were with him to tell him it was all going to be ok, but the 50 year old was at home, probably writing him an owl on how he was doing, ready to send off in the morning. Dougie didn't know what to do anymore, how to deal with life. He was sick of his.
He finally just dropped down, shaking his head and lowering it down to his hands. The tears were flowing a lot faster now. So much faster than anyone had ever seen. And Dougie, wasn't the sort of guy to get angry, not that angry, then cry about someone who was but a distant memory.
"Alyssa, I miss you so much," he sobbed to no-one in particular, "So, so much."
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Post by crayonz on Jan 15, 2010 23:21:30 GMT -5
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Cassandra heard a thrashing noise coming from outside. She could have swore it was some trouble makers trying to piss her off. "Little bloody assholes." she whispered to her self, dragging herself out of bed, putting in her slippers, and trying to look for her robe in the darkness. Cassandra tried to feel her way around the room and finally found the hat post. She felt her way on the post, and nearly collapsed onto the piece of wood and metal. Cassandra managed to her her robe off of it with ease and put it on. She then creeped over to the door, and hoped that his would not creak. Of course it did, but only slightly. And as Cassandra shut the door it did not creak at all. She was also able to get out of the common room without any commotion. And the odd thing was she saw a few people sleeping on the couch's. 'Hard party night.' she though while tip-toeing through to corridors and finally getting out to the ground.
Again she heard the noise. However, she also heard crying, tears. Someone was trying to vent, nice. Cassandra had enough crap. She was either going to help them, or they were going to shuddup. She walked over to the river, still searching for the source of the noise. "Oi!" she exclamied loudly ,but not too loud. As Cassandra got closer to whomever it was that was venting she could see the blonde messy hair, and the statue like figure sort of thrashing. It was Dougie. "Dougie?" she said still trying to see who is was. Cassandra was pretty such it was Dougie. She got even closer, due to curiosity. It was Dougie! She walked up to him, ducking down to see what he was doing. His face was tear stained, and his eyes red. You could tell he was crying. Cassandra sat down next to him. "Dougie, are you okay?' she asked. His hair was drooping in front of his eyes. His once happy aura now was nasty, and gloomy. She moved the hair out of his face, and turned his face towards her.
"I knew something was wrong," she sighed "Tell me now. Because Dougie you're my friend and I love you. And if you don't tell me what's wrong I'm going to assume I did something" Cassandra was going to squeeze whatever was wrong with Dougie out of him. "Is it Peyton?" she asked "Has Aurora been bitching you?" Cassandra needed to know. If she didn't know, she was going to die. Dougie was a really good friend of her's and she wasn't going to let him feel like crap while she was around. No, she wasn't going to let her friend go down hill while her life went great. Cassandra let go of Dougie, and turned her head to the lake, and sighed putting her head on her knee's.
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Post by dougdougdoug on Jan 16, 2010 5:08:27 GMT -5
"No, no, you didn't do anything." Dougie whispered, his voice shaking and breaking. "And it's not Aurora or Peyton, either."
'It's 'cause of my past and the fact I'm a damn mindreader, I hurt Aurora and it's like everyone hates me.' Dougie thought to himself gloomily. He felt as though his life was brimming with problems.
"It's nothing, I'm making a big fuss over nothing," Dougie muttered. He was not just sick of all the things going on in his life, also he was sick of himself. He put on a smile, a mask, merely the opposite of what he felt, and people believed that face, that smile, that mask. A lonely boy crying out for help, to no avail. Could no-one see him, really, on the inside? No one could. If they could, they'd help, instead of making him resort to this level of violence. He hated feeling like this, the tears on his cheeks and a curdling in his stomach. His muscles were screaming, his head was pounding and there was no way out. He just sat, motionless, not deep in thought, just sitting, as if he were a picture of the muggle world. He knew, to make the pain rid of his system, he needed to work at it ... but where to start was impossible, and the fact that he felt alone didn't help. He sighed a heavy sigh.
"I'm sorry Cass ..."
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Post by crayonz on Jan 16, 2010 11:25:59 GMT -5
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Cassandra lifted her head from her knee's and looked at Dougie. "Dougie I know you," she whispered "I know something is wrong with you. You never make a big fuss over nothing." Cassandra didn't understand why he wouldn't tell her what was wrong. It wasn't understandable to her. 'Is he lying did I really do something.' Cassandra could help but stress it. She knew Dougie had been in a shitty mood most of the week, but she just didn't understand why he wouldn't tell. "Please tell me love," she said "I'm not leaving you alone until you tell me. I want to help you." All he was doing was making it harder. And she didn't understand why, and it irritated her. Because she wanted the old happy, cheeky, and charming Dougie that she knew. Cassandra just didn't want to see Dougie like this, she actually didn't want to see anyone like this. But, she didn't know what to do, Dougie was extremely stubborn, and she was was going to have to get around that.
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Post by dougdougdoug on Jan 16, 2010 13:29:42 GMT -5
"I know you want to help me, but there's nothing you can do Cass. I'm sorry." He hung his head in a shameful way. He just sighed, feeling numb, blank and empty. "I don't know what to do."
He suddenly clicked. He had to tell Cassandra of his past. But in a subtle way. Not something as stupid as - "Her name was Alyssa!" - blurting out, which he'd just done.
"She was my sister. We had a fight and she went to see her boyfriend, which i'd forbade her to do, she called me and said meet her. I got there and ..." Dougie was on a new verge of tears at this point, " she crucioed me. Again and again. Until she died, someone killed her. Her boyfriend hypnotised her into killing me."
"And that's not all I'm upset about. I'm a mindreader again Cass, I hurt Aurora And I'm sick of my life."
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Post by crayonz on Jan 21, 2010 23:16:01 GMT -5
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Cassandra was a bit taken a back as Dougie spilled everything at once. She looked at him and blinked, "Oh, wow," she said softly "It'll be alright. It wasn't your fault." She put on of her arms around him, hugging him. The poor boy, all alone in the world with nothing but Peyton and problems, and Cassandra knew with Peyton being a vampire it added on a bit more of the problems. As soon as he reminded her he was a mind reader she tried to clear her mind, and keep from letting anything else flow into his mind. "It's not your fault, Dougie. I understand how you feel." It was true, when Cass was in her fifth year she had this boyfriend, and she hurt him so badly with one kiss. "I did the same thing," she said trying to help Dougie "'Member? It was Alexander, and just one kiss, that was all it took, and I was so full of guilt, and I felt like the world had turned on me and my best option was to kill myself." Cassandra tried to tell him this with reassurance, which she hoped helped at least a little bit.
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Post by dougdougdoug on Feb 13, 2010 11:27:30 GMT -5
"But I feel like it was ..." he whispered. "Because that Hypnotiser ... he - she - they - are out to ... t-to ... kill me." he bit his parted lips.
It took Dougie all his strength not to argue it wasn't the same, instead he handed her a bit of parchment. The letter from his grandfather. It read : Doug,
They've found your sisters killer hypnotiser! The strange thing is, he's completely vanished. They left a note saying ... they're coming to kill you. Watch your back, Dougster!
Grandfather.
He looked at her lamely. "Great life for an eighteen year old, right?" he asked sarcastically. He sighed, shaking his already trembling head. Cassandra? What if he actually does it? What if he actually kills me?"
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