Authors note: here's a new story I'm writing. After this chapter, the chapters will be almost twice as long. So for now, review and enjoy. :-)
It was nighttime at Playa De Losers and most of the cast were fast asleep. Well, except for Dave who was sitting at an open field, looking up at the crystal clear sky. Ever since the events that took place between him and Sky at the season finale, Dave has been feeling a mixture or depression, regret, betrayal, and confusion. He was a hollow shell of his former self, one that most might call broken. During the day, he would lock himself in his room, only going out at night. He wouldn't talk to anyone other than Shawn, and often thought about suicide (due to other reasons).
"I was a fool" Dave told himself as he watched a shooting star fly by. "To think she ever loved me. She only wanted the million bucks, and I was her steppingstone."
Before entering total drama, he was often abused by his family for not being athletes. His whole family specialized in some sport, but he preferred using his brain. Whenever they needed something, it was Dave who had to do what they wanted. He was basically their personal servant, forced to do whatever he was told.
"I'm tired of being used!" Dave shouted. "Apparently that's all I'm good for! You know what, I've had it! I'm going to end this…permanently" Dave than took out a small pistol from his pocket. He then loaded the gun, pulled back the hammer, and pointed the muzzle towards his forehead.
"Goodbye cruel world" Dave whispered as he was about to pull the trigger. But before anything could happen, the gun was knocked out of Dave's hand by a thrown rock. Startled, Dave looked at the direction of where the rock came from and was shocked to see who threw the rock…
Authors note 2: if your wondering about who threw the rock, I'll give you a hin, it wasn't Ella or Sky.