I'm Sorry • 14+

Hello everybody!

So to start off my fiction journey on this new website I'm going to start posting a fanfiction that's been on my mind for quite some time now!
Thank you so much for checking it out!

Love,
Deborah

Warning: you shouldn't read this if you can't handle intense revenge and violence!

I wish people could see it. I just wish they would open their eyes and look at me and see it. I wish they would notice me grabbing my phone out of their hands when they steal it as a joke, or shut down my laptop hastily when someone enters the room. I'm not stupid, I'm not looking at porn, I'm not doing anything disgusting, I'm looking at this seemingly never ending journey of unbearable pain.
And I just wish someone would notice the tears that are hiding behind my eyes, the fear that's in my heart. I wish I had help to get out of this darkness, to find a way to fix it. Though they're blind and I am alone in my bedroom with only one way to be freed from the demons that are haunting me.

It was staring at me from the top of my dresser that was placed in my bedroom. Everywhere I went, I felt it staring at me, watching my every move. And if that wasn’t enough to drive me crazy, the deafening sound of the clock ticking blending together with the intense pressure of the beating of my heart would definitely push me over the edge. It’s supposed to be a natural feeling, something nobody really thinks about… I'm talking about that soft beating in your chest, that sound that comes with it and you sometimes hear when it’s really quiet, but it hurt me. In fact, the pain was so overwhelmingly horrible that I was close enough to jump off the roof of my house just to make it stop, but I couldn’t.

I faced the door, my back towards the dresser and placed both my hands on the closed door. I took a deep breath as I tried to clear my head, unfortunately with no success.
It felt like my heart was about to jump out of my chest and instinctively I balled my left hand into a fist and placed it in the middle of my chest, not that it would help, but simply because there was nothing else I could think of doing. Resting my forehead against the door I tried to find the courage that once belonged to me, I tried to find a way to become less human, to shut off the fear I carried with me my whole life.

“It’s not that hard if you don’t think about it, don’t think about him, don’t think about the pain.”

I took a deep breath again, shaking as I turned around, shaking as I walked to the dresser.

“Don’t think about it.” I whispered to myself as I picked up the gun with trembling hands.

whats on the dresser?
how much have you got written of this?
because i would like some more, please

charlottewoah wrote:

whats on the dresser?
how much have you got written of this?
because i would like some more, please

Quote :

... as I picked up the gun with trembling hands.

Hahaha thanks hun!
And not a lot has been written to be honest!
xo

Wow deb!
this is so amazing cant wait for more!
xxxx

YouMakeMeSwoon wrote:

Quote :

... as I picked up the gun with trembling hands.

Hahaha thanks hun!
And not a lot has been written to be honest!

well that makes me look dumb... get posting more xxx

Well, dear sweet Deb... You obviously already know just how I feel about this story!
Just by glancing at the graphic I get all excited and wanna read the entire story. That's what annoys the crap outta me - that it's not just a finished story I can sit down and read. It's like looking at a book cover and knowing you cannot read the book. That's mean!

Anyways, write write write Debby!
Please give me more soon <3

Eeeeek! I'm so excited you're all on this website!

And thank you so much for reading! It means a lot!

And Charlotte, it's because you are a bit dumb

I love you all!
xo

Holy.Freaking.Hell
YOU deb are amazing, utterly AMAZING! Honestly love it and cannot wait to read more! It is already great. Give me some of your talent yeah? kthanksbye

LOVE YOU
xx

*squeals* DEB DEB DEB DEB
i love it and i must just say
PUT THE EFFING GUN DOWN!!!

more more more more pweeeeease

Where the...
I posted a comment last night and it's vanished...
I'm sure I posted a comment...
But... did I tell you on MSN instead of on here?
... I'm too confused.
Meh, I'll comment again!
Deb, this is effing incredible, I mean it you're an absolute legend when it comes to writing!
More please:) soon.
Love you xxxxxxxx
P.S: Yeah, I only told you on MSN ¬_¬ I'm a fool.

it would seem i wrote a comment and it did not post.
I am sorry, but I absolutely love this and seem to need more.
If you could please post at your earliest convenience that would be wonderful.
Love you
xxx

Hiii! I'm back with an add! Just to let you guys get to know the characters a bit better! I wrote a whole add for this ages ago but I was never satisfied with it and I like this storyline way better than the other one!
Hope you enjoy it! Give me feedback!
xo
P.s. I will probably be adding more characters later on. Obviously the guys will get in there but I might need some girls as well. This fic is going to be strictly about Danny Jones, he's the one and only main character. However, when it comes to it and I need other people I'll ask you guys okay?

Intro

23th of august 2008

I sat on my soft brown coloured couch, my eyes were focused on the tiny piece of black cardboard that I held in my hands. My fingers were tracing the red letters on it. Danny Jones it read. I turned it over and read the message for the 50th time.

There must be a perfectly reasonable explanation why someone would sent me such a message, right? I mean… who wakes up in the morning and thinks: ‘Hey, I’m bored today. Let’s write a creepy message on some cardboard and tape it to Danny’s door and completely freak him out.’ Who would do that? One name came to mind. Harry. It’s probably Harry. He always makes the stupidest jokes that nobody else finds funny but him. Interrupting my thoughts I heard someone ring my doorbell. I put the note on my coffee table, shaking my head with a grin on my face as I did so. Harry’s probably the lamest guy I’ve ever met in my whole 22 years of existence.

“Hi.” She smiled nervously as I opened the door.

Deborah’s been my friend for over two years and from the moment I connected my eyes with hers we’ve had something special.. an understanding. It doesn’t matter with how many people we are, if one of us isn’t feeling themselves we always know, no matter how hard we try to act normal, no matter how many other people we would’ve fooled. Like I said, we have an understanding.
Now at first, I would push her away if she asked what was wrong or if I wanted to talk or something. It’s something I don’t like to do.. you know.. being ‘vulnerable’. Gosh, how I hate that word. But back to the point: it took her five months to make me allow her into my heart. What other people have been trying to do for twenty two years, Deborah did in five months. She never gave up and I guess that’s why I couldn’t help but to open up to her. She never gave up on me, no matter how much I feel like I want her to sometimes, she’s always there. In a way, we’re very different from each other but then again, we’re so alike it’s almost frightening.
For example: she needs her alone time and if she doesn’t she’ll just be quiet, smile and nod until she can finally be by herself. Just like me.
For example: she can completely lose herself into music to the point where she doesn’t even hear the people around her anymore. Same goes for me.
For example: she’s just as frightened for love as I am

“Hey.” I opened the door further for her to walk in.

As she did so she made her way into the living room she had seen many times before, but there was something different this time and we all knew why. You see, normally, she would walk into the kitchen, grab herself a drink and collapse onto the couch. Now… she stood in the middle of the living room, playing with her fingers, not even daring to make eye contact with me, her eyes were firmly focused onto the coffee table. But who am I to judge? I, who’s standing as far away from her as possible, was looking through the window, hoping to see some birds getting at it or something that I could mention to break the ice.

“So.” Deb finally spoke and put her hands in her waist. “We should probably talk about that little incident from last night.”

I could feel that annoying feeling of nervousness shooting into my heart, making it beat like tigger on steroids.

“I need a beer before we start this ever so pleasant conversation.. Do you need a beer? Because I need a beer. I really, really need a beer.” I turned around and headed for the kitchen when Deb spoke again.

“Danny… it’s me. We should be able to talk about this, right? I mean… it was just a kiss?”

Just a kiss. Just a kiss. JUST a KISS?!

“Yeah, obviously.” I squeaked before clearing my throat, trying to get my own voice back.

“So… now that we got that covered.” She spoke awkwardly, obviously trying to ease the painful tension between us. “What’s that on the table? Secret admirer?” she chuckled as she pointed at the note.

I followed her finger and smiled. “I don’t know. Something stupid.”

I met Deborah two years ago. She sees me for who I am and accepts every single bit of me. I’ve never met anyone who looks at me the way she does or who actually gets my jokes. I’ve never met anyone who cares for me like she does or who understands me like she does. And as much as I hate to admit it: my love for Deb is something so unconditional, so intense that I’d be willing to die for her in a heartbeat.

“So would you like that beer now?”

She nodded happily, causing her brown curls to bounce. “And make me a sandwich while you’re at it.” I narrowed my eyes and smirked. “What you waiting for? Chop, chop. Off to the kitchen.”

The grin that was just on my face was huge just now.
I LOVEEEEE YOUR WRITINGGGG

why has someone sent danny cardboard.. bit of a lame gift.
who ever it was, was a freak.

DANNY LOVES DEB
and clearly she loves him back,
clearly shes just hiding her feelings about the kiss
so she didnt get embarrassed.
because theyre both too stubborn to tell eachother how they feel.

got it down to a T.

write bitch

Pft as if it was just a kiss;) he's lucky it was just a kiss, I'm surprised you're not facing some serious sexual harassment charges right about now...
But, moving swiftly on.
John Doe you freaky bastard.
Ooooooo how ominous, I'm hoping we don't find out what the consequences are because if ANYONE lays a hand on a single hair on Deb's head I will seriously kick some crazy person ass < me.
I LOVE this, I really do. But you knew I would;)
You, my friend, have by miles got your mojo back!
More soon?
Love you xxx

Can i stroke Deb's hair? it is beautiful hair
aww Deb i love this big time
its drawn me in with mystery
and love the banner too
cant wait for more
xxx

I HONESTLY don't understand why people are so obsessed with my hair.
Ever since I was little people would randomly grab my hair and just squeeze it over and over again. Or pull it my curls to see it jump back up again.
Weirdos. lol

Thank you so so much for reading!
I love you!
xo

ha, its because your hair is awesome
i squeezed your hair.
its fun.

can i do that again soon?

If I get this job then you can do it in the summer.
I got a second interview and if that goes well I'll get the job. It's with the boss of the boss so I'm quite nervous.
But it's alright money so if it goes well and I get the job, you'll be stuck with me for a couple of days!
I might straighten my hair though... in the summer my hair gets even frizzier because of the sun. I hate my curls.
Would you still love me if I straightened my hair?
xo

we'll still love you if you straighten you hair
but we all might go through curl withdrawls

no, i wont love you anymore.
i only love you for your curls.

/sarcasm

Well hun, as much as I REALLY loved the first edition of this story - this is even greater
You keep making me want more, and as said before you are so damn talented it makes me kinda jealous!!

But anyways, get writing little one! Give me MORE!

Hahaha well I'm sure you will survive!
Are we going to see you again in July as well, Sarah? =D

And Tineeee! Thank you so much!
And you have nothing at all to be jealous about, you are seriously amazing. Ten times the writer I could be so hush and get writing

xo

unfortunately no
wont be able to get money in time
unless i manage to get a job asap