This was for a book challenge on Livejournal, all the info is right down there...
FIC (s): Book Challenge
Characters/Pairings : JD/multiple; The Todd, The Janitor, Perry, Carla and Elliot.
Prompt : Pick up a book, one with more than 100 pages, etc.
Book : I used was "The Man who Fell in Love with the Moon", great story-but a really weird and messed up one.
Series : Handful of one shots.
Rating : T/R
Author's Notes : This is my first fiction writing in a LONG time, and I'm merely using this as a warm-up to scrubssmutmas. Some I really like, some I think I pulled half-assed. Critique is not only welcomed, but encouraged.
Disclaimer : Me no own,you no sue.
Warnings : Slash, kinda-het, mentions of child abuse, fluff, self-harm, light thoughts of suicide, and a mystery pairing. Some wound up more angsty than I intended, sorry'bout that.
You can believe that if you want to.
"Oh pah-leese Opal, I don't know how many times I have to drill it into your pretty little head-I. Do. Not. Like. You. I do not care. I wouldn't even piss on you if you were on fire. And if you don't mind, the novelty of this has already worn off for today, and you have only been here about...Oh, fifteen minutes already. And it would just be fan-tabulous if you could just flip yourself around and go back the way you came! Go on now, shoo, shoo-Oh, there ya go Newbie!"
Everyday is the same, almost verbatim. You try to get my attention, and I push you away. Because I don't know what else to do. I yell and I rant and I scream and go on nonsensical tangents about how I detest you, and would love nothing more than you to be wiped out of my life. I know how you feel about me, I'm not blind Delilah, and neither is the rest of the goddamned world. Everyday I cut you down, and everyday you return with your tail wagging. Its pretty obvious that you won't leave no matter what I do.
I'm...Just not sure how to feel about that anymore. My only hope now is to tell you I hate you as much as possible, and maybe one day I'll actually start to believe it myself.