This is my first story on fanfiction.
Disclaimer: I don't own Life with Derek, the song Reaching Out, or later the song Beautiful.
Lately I've been hard to reach
I've been too long on my own
Everyone has a private world
Where they can be alone
Are you calling me, are you trying to get through
Are you reaching out for, and I'm reaching out for you…
Toronto Times
Derek Venturi Scores Another Blockbuster Hit…
By Bruce Marshall
2-Time Academy Award winning director: Derek Venturi strikes again with another sure-fire summer blockbuster. In what has been an already impressive career for the young director, Venturi arguably delivers his best work ever.
Venturi's new film, Stan, is a gripping tale based on the hit Eminem song from 2000. Okay I admit it. When I first heard the idea, I literally laughed out loud and figured that it would be Venturi's first flop. I mean after Venturi broke through with his documentary: Forward: Life as a college hockey star, made us laugh with, Klutzilla, and kept our adrenaline pumping Space Race, it seemed like he was overdue. Well Venturi haters (all 3 of you), you'll have to wait for next time.
Stan is a psychological thriller about an obsessed fan who constantly writes letters to his favorite artist, only to see is letters go unanswered. As we delve deeper, the audience slowly and disturbingly discover the demons present in Stan's life, which steadily multiply as the film progresses. As the film reaches the end, neither Stan nor the audience is quite sure what is real and what's just in Stan's head.
Stan has the raw emotion and brilliance of the song, but there's so much more to it. If it was only based on events in the song, we would be able to simply watch Shady's music video. However, Venturi takes Eminem's idea and cranks it up several notches…
Honestly I can't read anymore. Lately it seems like everything is Derek this and Derek that! What am I saying, it's always been like that!
Ok calm down Casey, just calm down. This is not like the past in which all Derek had to do was smirk and he got everything he ever wanted. No, this is Derek. Derek really has worked hard and is a dedicated director. I should be happy for him. I am happy for him. I am happy for him.
I'm not upset at Derek. I'm really not. I'm just frustrated with my life now, and Derek's just an easy target I guess. No that's not the total truth. The truth is that I need a place to live, and Derek is the only one that I can plead to. I can't ask because she's is a graduate student in Vancouver, Edwin is a young business tycoon in the states, and Marti is about to start university. I especially can't go and live back with my mom and George after I fought so hard to live independent of them while I was university. Okay, not a good reason, but it'll be embarrassing. Even more embarrassing than begging for Derek's help and that's saying something.
You may ask: what happened to me? Well I graduated from Queens, top of my class by the way, with a double major in English and Biology (for medical school). I was then admitted into medical school. While studying to be doctor, I also held two jobs and did volunteer work twice a week. Yeah I liked torturing myself apparently. Let's just say after a couple years, I completely cracked and had a pretty severe nervous breakdown. I had to go for therapy. The university board was kind enough to grant me the time off, up to a semester after therapy was complete (I had worked closely with the head of the board, so he was able to pull some strings). However, after I finished therapy, I decided to take that semester off to clear my head. Unfortunately, a semester became two, which became four, and the next thing I knew, I am getting evicted for overdue rent. Plus I still have those student loans from med school (I did get a hefty scholarship, but it didn't cover everything). Why didn't I ever go back to school? I was scared, I suppose. No, I was terrified. The whole incident really damaged my psyche and I was petrified to return and risk having another breakdown. The Casey of old would be ashamed of the current Casey. The Casey of old wouldn't even recognize me. Heck, I barely recognize myself now when I look in the mirror.
Ok back to the whole Derek thing. He and I aren't exactly close. I mean we are, or actually were, relatively civil during family gathers (at least in comparison to when we were teenagers) and he always sends me Christmas and birthday gifts. Come to think of it, he did try to reach out for me during my darkest times, but I kind of pushed him away. But I haven't seen him in over 2, maybe even 3 years. It's amazing actually how little we see each other considering I only live on the other side of town from him (or at least when he's not busy filming).
So I am currently standing in front of Derek's home. Derek's large, beautiful home. A symbol of his perfect life.
Well I guess it's now or never. I ring the doorbell and some girl, no older than me opens the door.
"Hi, who are you?" she asks, rather confused.
"I'm Casey, Derek's stepsister", I say.
"Sure that's what they all say. At least come up with something original", she says.
Great, if this is Derek's latest girlfriend, he has really has reverted back to his old form, dating dumb blondes, with more cleavage than brains. Luckily I see a family picture hanging up right behind her.
"Hey who's in that picture over there?" I ask.
"I know your just trying to turn me around so you can sneak in, but it's a picture of Mr. Venturi's family", she. She then takes a glance at it and sees that I'm in the picture. She then does a double take, before sheepishly turning her attention back to me.
"As I said, I'm Derek's stepsister, Casey McDonald. Is Derek here?" I ask, rather irritated now.
"Come with me", she says with a fake smile plastered on her face. She leads me to what I assume is Derek's living room (or at least one of them).
"I'll go get Mr. Venturi, have a seat", she says.
She then scurries off to somewhere in the house. A couple minutes later, a familiar person enters the room. My stepbrother: Derek Venturi.
"Derek…" is all I am able to say.
"Hey Casey, long time no see", he says.
A/N: As I said, that was my first ever fanfiction chapter. When writing this chapter, I was listening to the Marshall Mathers LP and Stan came on, so that's the reason for the whole Stan movie thing.
I know Casey is OOC right now, but it's necessary for the story.
Also the title is tentative at the moment. It's based on a song that will be used in the story and is partial inspiration for it.
