Je Ne Veux Pas Mourrir Toute Seule
Summary: There's a reason why Double D wears that hat, but just when he thought he could finally take it off, his world falls apart when he receives terrible news, forcing him to tell his friends the story behind his hat …
A/N: I had the idea for this fanfic a long time ago … as in, about last year, or the year before that. Don't get me wrong when I say that I have nothing else do – I thought that writing an "Ed, Edd 'n Eddy" fanfic would be a nice change from all the other fanfics I'm writing/stuck on.
So please enjoy what I have to offer, and I ask you to not leave any flames. The story will be told from Double D's POV, and there may be some light slash in the future. Oh yes, the title is a line from "Bloody Mary" by Lady Gaga. I advise you to translate the title in your own time and not tell anyone the translation or reveal it in your reviews. That's all I ask of you.
Disclaimer:I don't own "Ed, Edd 'n Eddy", or anything related to that or Cartoon Network. EE'nE belongs to His Genius, Danny Antonucci.
Chapter 1: Intro
I can't sleep.
The mere idea of trying to sleep after what happened today is laughable – though I am not in the mood for laughing, not in the least – and the idea is quashed into oblivion. I hate self-pity as much as the next person (unless they are that way inclined), but if self-pity was a swimming pool I'd be swimming neck-deep in it.
Thus, I sit at my desk, wallowing in a boundless void of clemency, as well as looking at the view through my bedroom window all at the same time – Mother disapproves if I draw my curtains at night, claiming that doing so would be like sending out invitations to ruffians and sordid paedophiles alike to partake in either breaking into the house or contenting themselves by watching me as I sleep.
But I digress … or, to put it simply, I'm going off-topic. Bear with me, I'll try my absolute hardest to simplify my wide vocabulary - it isn't easy for a person such as myself to do so, but I'll try.
Life, in general, isn't easy. Take it from me, a gangling young adult who, lacking in dynamism for physical/athletic activities, makes up for said deficiency with his superior acumen (if I do say so myself) yet has to endure intense ridicule – as well as an infinite amount of inquiries regarding the inscrutability of his chapeaux – from his contemptuous peers indefinitely.
(My apologies, I meant to say: an awkward teenager who has no interest in sports and brawny things, making up for this disinterest with his intelligence yet is constantly made fun of by the local (and scornful) kids all the time, the same kids who ask him countless questions regarding the mystery behind his hat.)
I sigh, a familiar lurching feeling becoming evident in my stomach. I look down from the view outside my window, resting my eyes on the desk's surface …
… on which lay my infamous hat.
That's right, my hat.
People who know me have never seen me without my hat on – I wear it everywhere everyday, and the kids have yet to see good ol' Double D hatless. I have been wearing the same hat ever since I was an minor – er, I mean, since I was a little boy – for as long as I can remember, long before I even moved to Peach Creek with my family. I have my reasons as to why I wear the hat, but I shall explain my reasons soon. So yes, no one has ever seen me without my hat., hence one of my many nicknames, "Sockhead". Of course, I have been without my hat on many occassions, albeit in privacy.
Or down by the creek on those stunning sunny days, bathing in the clean waters of the brook, feeling so carefree and relaxed for the first time in ages, and taking pleasure in the company of –
Wait! He doesn't know what happened today! Curse Destiny, Karma and Murphy's Law! If I tell him my news, he's going to hate me for sure. But, if I don't tell him, he'll find out anyway and he'll hate me even more. He'll think I'm a freak. That's how everyone reacts when someone they know is … you know.
Oh dear, what will he think of me? What will everyone think of me once I tell them about what happened today?
It was all so sudden, and all it did was make me feel so … melancholy.
I don't think I ever felt so alone in my life …
I stare at the hat, blinking back the tears that threatened to fall. I can't – I won't – let myself cry. I have been down this road before, and I have walked out victorious. I cannot give up just yet.
You may be wondering to yourself, what did happen that has made you so upset all of a sudden, Double D?
My answer: quite a lot. I could clarify the matter right this moment, but that will mean I will have to not only explain what occurred hours earlier, but also what happened a few months ago, four months to be precise. That is when the story began.
And naturally, the story begins with my hat.
For you see, exactly four months ago, I was standing in my bathroom and had taken off my hat, when I got the shock of my life.
In the mirror, I saw my reflection, but not only that, I saw something that I never thought I'd see:
On my head grew a lock of dark-brown hair.
A/N: And thus concludes the first chappa of my first "Ed, Edd 'n Eddy" fanfic. I tried hard to keep Double D in character. I'm not sure if there are any stories like this, but either way I hope you enjoyed it. I'm not sure as to when I'll next update, but hopefully soon – I've kept readers for my others fics hanging for a long time, so I'm not making any promises. If there any spelling/grammar mistakes, tell me so that I write better the next time.
Reviews are welcome!
*~AI07~*