Title: Disheartened.
Genre:Drama/Hurt/Shock
Rating:T. Occasional swearing, violence.
Warnings:Scenes of depression, self-harm, violence.
Summary:Dougie Poynter has just discovered he's lost the love of his life, and takes it badly. He ends up in rehab, to sort himself out.
POV:Mainly Dougie. Tom at various times.
Disclaimer:I don't own McFLY or anyone else in the story.
Chapter one; Goodbye.
Dougie's POV;
I could see it in her eyes. Before a word left those perfect lips that belonged to her. I didn't respond to her speech, I just stood there. Like a little child after being scolded.
"Dougie… Say something." Frankie said in that soft gentle tone that would make my heart jump as it always did.
But instead of continuing the conversation I walked out of the room which meant she would start packing up my things which I couldn't and not see the tears that were fighting their way out of my eyes. At least an hour or so later, Frankie's footsteps came daintily down the staircase with a large banging sound behind her, obviously my cases.
"My sister will bring everything else to Tom's house tomorrow." Frankie said, trying to be kind with a hint of harshness hidden in her tone.
Trying to hide from the truth wouldn't work, Dougie. It was over. And forever this time. My whole word had fallen apart right in front of me and I had no control over what happened. My feet slid into the converse placed at the bottom of the stairs in silence. With a loud bang, Thunder clapped together outside whilst the rain pelted itself against the patio doors which didn't impress Flea; He went and cowered under the kitchen table in a search for some pity from anyone. My heart surged as Mr Brightside began to play, the noise coming from the kitchen work-top. The ring tone started to get annoying after a few more seconds and I forced my body into the kitchen to grab my phone, grabbing the phone in a quick swipe and pressing a thumb against the bright green telephone button on the screen.
" Doug! Are you busy tonight? I fancied maybe a FRIENDS marathon. Gi is out with her friends so I'm kind of lonely." Tom began to babble into the phone at me, but his words just weren't registering in my brain.
"Tom..?" I whimpered out finally after a pause of silence, trying to put my words into correct order before speaking. "Frankie just broke up with me." I managed to spit out in a rush as the tears swelled and spilled out to escape.
"I'll be right over to pick you up. Don't do anything stupid." Tom said into the phone with a stern tone before he hung up. Oh how he knew me too well.
Forcing the phone into my back pocket, I managed to push myself into the hallway, stopping at Frankie and turning on my heels.
"I don't know what I did wrong, But I hope you're happier now."