You Won't See Me Chapter 2
They all gasped in shock. Woody? Their Woody? Commit suicide? Never.
"Why did you feel you needed to do that, Woody?" The host asked.
"Well..." Woody began. "I felt left out. It seems that everyone at Cheers just thinks of me as an idiot. The only reason my boss Sam hired me is because I was a friend of a late bartender there and I was a hard worker." Woody sighed. "I didn't tell them because I didn't think they'd take me seriously. So I just worked all day, went home, got drunk, got jealous, tried to jump off my roof. But I couldn't bring myself to do it. I'm not even smart enough to know how to kill myself."
Woody let his head rest in his hands. He ran his fingers through his hair and looked up.
"See?" The host said. "This young man is someone who feels unwanted. Well Woody, this is a show that welcomes young dim-witted workers as one of us."
Woody looked shocked. "Oh, so you think of me as a freak too, huh?"
The host raised his hands in surprise, caught off-guard by Woody's reaction.
Woody stood up angrily. "Well, you can take this show and shove it." He said, picking up an empty glass and hurling it across the room where it landed with a crash. He then stormed off the set.
They snapped off the TV. "God..." Fraiser muttered. "I guess that we did sort of misunderstand Woody."
"Yeah," Sam sighed. "I feel awful. I'm gonna go and talk to him."
Sam stopped halfway as Woody burst through the door. He immediately began his work, and tried to hide a tear that began to fall. Sam stopped him.
"Woody, we saw you on that talk show."
Woody paused, looked up, and then took a shot of some whiskey that was laying out.
Sam turned Woody towards him. "Woody, how could you think of doing such a thing?"
Woody wrestled himself away from Sam. "So now you're wondering why I'm thinking? Do I not have a right to think?"
"No, no, Woody!" Fraiser protested. "It's not like that!"
Woody started to cry, and banged his fist into a tray of glasses, his wrist getting cut open.
He then fainted cold onto the floor.
They all gasped in shock. Woody? Their Woody? Commit suicide? Never.
"Why did you feel you needed to do that, Woody?" The host asked.
"Well..." Woody began. "I felt left out. It seems that everyone at Cheers just thinks of me as an idiot. The only reason my boss Sam hired me is because I was a friend of a late bartender there and I was a hard worker." Woody sighed. "I didn't tell them because I didn't think they'd take me seriously. So I just worked all day, went home, got drunk, got jealous, tried to jump off my roof. But I couldn't bring myself to do it. I'm not even smart enough to know how to kill myself."
Woody let his head rest in his hands. He ran his fingers through his hair and looked up.
"See?" The host said. "This young man is someone who feels unwanted. Well Woody, this is a show that welcomes young dim-witted workers as one of us."
Woody looked shocked. "Oh, so you think of me as a freak too, huh?"
The host raised his hands in surprise, caught off-guard by Woody's reaction.
Woody stood up angrily. "Well, you can take this show and shove it." He said, picking up an empty glass and hurling it across the room where it landed with a crash. He then stormed off the set.
They snapped off the TV. "God..." Fraiser muttered. "I guess that we did sort of misunderstand Woody."
"Yeah," Sam sighed. "I feel awful. I'm gonna go and talk to him."
Sam stopped halfway as Woody burst through the door. He immediately began his work, and tried to hide a tear that began to fall. Sam stopped him.
"Woody, we saw you on that talk show."
Woody paused, looked up, and then took a shot of some whiskey that was laying out.
Sam turned Woody towards him. "Woody, how could you think of doing such a thing?"
Woody wrestled himself away from Sam. "So now you're wondering why I'm thinking? Do I not have a right to think?"
"No, no, Woody!" Fraiser protested. "It's not like that!"
Woody started to cry, and banged his fist into a tray of glasses, his wrist getting cut open.
He then fainted cold onto the floor.