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Numbuh 4: You jus' did..
Dragon: Oh.well, I'm not going to say it again!
Numbuh 4: How many chaptahs do you 'ave in this story?
Dragon: Dangit! :: smacks head::
Numbuh 4: And how many stories are ya plannin' ta write?
Dragon: Oh my god! This is going to drive me insane!
Numbuh 4: -.- You ARE insane.
Dragon: :: glares at Numbuh 4:: Before I kill him, this story is dedicated to my brother Daniel. He wanted me to write it.. ^^ Here it goes!
(A/N: Yes, I am depressed, and this story sounded good, and no, some of the things in here should NOT be done at home. There will be slight cussing. Once again, this will be Romance, but right now, it's a WHOLE lot of angst. Romance will be later on. Mostly friendship)
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Last Life Line
The shining, happy blue eyes that were once Numbuh 4's were now dark and teary. His life was a living hell, and his world was spinning in the opposite direction. He twitched his nose as he looked around the dark room, staring at the things that always made him feel warm. But now, everything felt cold and lonely, like him.
Now that his parents were arguing and his dad was abusing his mom, he decided to not go home. He couldn't.if he did, he might get abused too. Even though being here was just as bad, his friends not paying much attention to him and all, it was better than getting hit for no reason.
He sighed heavily. The very uncomfortable bed that was sitting in front of him was very welcoming as he walked over to it and fell backwards on to it. He closed his eyes, wishing that he could just dissapear. Of course, to his dislike, he was still there in his dark room, by himself.nothing else but the shadows on the wall.
"Ah need ta ge' out of 'ere." Numbuh 4 muttered to himself as he turned over, pulling a pillow under his blonde haired head.
His mind raced as he tried to think of ways to escape.whether it was a permanent escape or just temporary.
"P-permanent?" The blonde stuttered into the darkness.
How could he be thinking that way? Killing himself!? Was it really the answer to his problems? Wouldn't it just make matters worse? What about his friends? Oh wait.that's right.they don't really think much about him anymore.so why would he be worried about them?
"Because they are still mah friends, no mattah wha'." He answered his question subconsciously.
Once again he turned over, this time to face his dresser. It had pictures of him with the gang, so happy and without a care in the world. Now his life had so many complications that his head was whirling. He couldn't concentrate on one thing, except it would wander to suicide and razors.and guns..occasionally.
Numbuh 4 made a painful face, picked up his clock on his sidetable, and threw it across the room. It landed with a loud CRASH. Guessing it was loud enough for everyone to hear, he could faintly hear footsteps rushing up the stairs.
He sat up in bed, acting like he was okay.but of course, he wasn't. He wouldn't tell them that though. Then the door opened.
"Are you okay? Numbuh 5 heard a noise." Numbuh 5 peered into the darkeness, searching for a switch.
Finding it, she turned on the light. Numbuh 4 was lying there on his bed, half on his elbows, staring at her. A look of worry flashed across her face, and it bore right into him.
"Ah'm fine." He said, waving it off. "Don't worry. Jus' dropped mah alarm clock." He pointed to his clock, which was pretty badly mangled on the floor, the numbers still flickering on and off.
Numbuh 5 crossed her arms. "Looks like you threw it." She said shortly.
He looked at her, then to the clock. He then turned over on his bed so he could avoid her concerning and friendly gaze. He couldn't tell her. It was all personal, and he didn't feel like bothering her with his problems.
"So maybe ah did. Ah'm jus' not in tha mood for talkin'." He said, his muscles tensing up.
She shrugged her shoulders, and was about to go out the door remembering that they were really close friends.all of them were. She was worried about him. Even though didn't pay much attention to him, they still really cared. Since he was locked up in his room for days, they decided not to bother him. She turned around and looked at his motionless body.
"If ya need ta talk ta us, then just know that we're righ' here. We'll be glad to hear what happened." She looked at him for a second or two longer, then disappeared out of the door, shutting it behind her.
After she had gone, he turned over and faced the once open door. He moaned loudly.
"Why does mah world have ta turn upside down!?" He pounded his pillow several times before he settled down.
When he finally sat up in the bed, breathing hard from his punching session, his mind wandered to his friends once again. They cared about him!? But why? They didn't care before. What's different now?
He got up off of the bed and paced his floor, occasionally looking at the pictures that were sitting on his dresser. He smiled slightly, and it felt good to smile. I guess they did care about him...but for some reason, he still wanted his life to end..so he continued to think of ways to make this world.HIS world, a better place.
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Dragon: Man! How depressing!
Numbuh 4: Tell meh abou' it! At least you're not tryin' ta kill yourself!
Dragon: Yep! ^^
Numbuh 4: :: glares::
Dragon: I hope you liked it! More is to come! As long as you review, and I will write! ^.^
Numbuh 4: Insane person..
Dragon: Look who's talkin'!
Numbuh 4: Heh heh! ::notices how mad Dragon is:: Uh oh.stay tuned for the next chapter! ::runs off::
(a/n: Okiez.I don't know if his eyes are blue, and they are about 13-14 in this story, just to let you know. PLEASE R/R!!! For my little brother.^^)
~*~*Flying away, to another place, away from this world, to a fantasy land..*~*~
DarkBlackDragon~:
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Numbuh 4: You jus' did..
Dragon: Oh.well, I'm not going to say it again!
Numbuh 4: How many chaptahs do you 'ave in this story?
Dragon: Dangit! :: smacks head::
Numbuh 4: And how many stories are ya plannin' ta write?
Dragon: Oh my god! This is going to drive me insane!
Numbuh 4: -.- You ARE insane.
Dragon: :: glares at Numbuh 4:: Before I kill him, this story is dedicated to my brother Daniel. He wanted me to write it.. ^^ Here it goes!
(A/N: Yes, I am depressed, and this story sounded good, and no, some of the things in here should NOT be done at home. There will be slight cussing. Once again, this will be Romance, but right now, it's a WHOLE lot of angst. Romance will be later on. Mostly friendship)
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Last Life Line
The shining, happy blue eyes that were once Numbuh 4's were now dark and teary. His life was a living hell, and his world was spinning in the opposite direction. He twitched his nose as he looked around the dark room, staring at the things that always made him feel warm. But now, everything felt cold and lonely, like him.
Now that his parents were arguing and his dad was abusing his mom, he decided to not go home. He couldn't.if he did, he might get abused too. Even though being here was just as bad, his friends not paying much attention to him and all, it was better than getting hit for no reason.
He sighed heavily. The very uncomfortable bed that was sitting in front of him was very welcoming as he walked over to it and fell backwards on to it. He closed his eyes, wishing that he could just dissapear. Of course, to his dislike, he was still there in his dark room, by himself.nothing else but the shadows on the wall.
"Ah need ta ge' out of 'ere." Numbuh 4 muttered to himself as he turned over, pulling a pillow under his blonde haired head.
His mind raced as he tried to think of ways to escape.whether it was a permanent escape or just temporary.
"P-permanent?" The blonde stuttered into the darkness.
How could he be thinking that way? Killing himself!? Was it really the answer to his problems? Wouldn't it just make matters worse? What about his friends? Oh wait.that's right.they don't really think much about him anymore.so why would he be worried about them?
"Because they are still mah friends, no mattah wha'." He answered his question subconsciously.
Once again he turned over, this time to face his dresser. It had pictures of him with the gang, so happy and without a care in the world. Now his life had so many complications that his head was whirling. He couldn't concentrate on one thing, except it would wander to suicide and razors.and guns..occasionally.
Numbuh 4 made a painful face, picked up his clock on his sidetable, and threw it across the room. It landed with a loud CRASH. Guessing it was loud enough for everyone to hear, he could faintly hear footsteps rushing up the stairs.
He sat up in bed, acting like he was okay.but of course, he wasn't. He wouldn't tell them that though. Then the door opened.
"Are you okay? Numbuh 5 heard a noise." Numbuh 5 peered into the darkeness, searching for a switch.
Finding it, she turned on the light. Numbuh 4 was lying there on his bed, half on his elbows, staring at her. A look of worry flashed across her face, and it bore right into him.
"Ah'm fine." He said, waving it off. "Don't worry. Jus' dropped mah alarm clock." He pointed to his clock, which was pretty badly mangled on the floor, the numbers still flickering on and off.
Numbuh 5 crossed her arms. "Looks like you threw it." She said shortly.
He looked at her, then to the clock. He then turned over on his bed so he could avoid her concerning and friendly gaze. He couldn't tell her. It was all personal, and he didn't feel like bothering her with his problems.
"So maybe ah did. Ah'm jus' not in tha mood for talkin'." He said, his muscles tensing up.
She shrugged her shoulders, and was about to go out the door remembering that they were really close friends.all of them were. She was worried about him. Even though didn't pay much attention to him, they still really cared. Since he was locked up in his room for days, they decided not to bother him. She turned around and looked at his motionless body.
"If ya need ta talk ta us, then just know that we're righ' here. We'll be glad to hear what happened." She looked at him for a second or two longer, then disappeared out of the door, shutting it behind her.
After she had gone, he turned over and faced the once open door. He moaned loudly.
"Why does mah world have ta turn upside down!?" He pounded his pillow several times before he settled down.
When he finally sat up in the bed, breathing hard from his punching session, his mind wandered to his friends once again. They cared about him!? But why? They didn't care before. What's different now?
He got up off of the bed and paced his floor, occasionally looking at the pictures that were sitting on his dresser. He smiled slightly, and it felt good to smile. I guess they did care about him...but for some reason, he still wanted his life to end..so he continued to think of ways to make this world.HIS world, a better place.
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Dragon: Man! How depressing!
Numbuh 4: Tell meh abou' it! At least you're not tryin' ta kill yourself!
Dragon: Yep! ^^
Numbuh 4: :: glares::
Dragon: I hope you liked it! More is to come! As long as you review, and I will write! ^.^
Numbuh 4: Insane person..
Dragon: Look who's talkin'!
Numbuh 4: Heh heh! ::notices how mad Dragon is:: Uh oh.stay tuned for the next chapter! ::runs off::
(a/n: Okiez.I don't know if his eyes are blue, and they are about 13-14 in this story, just to let you know. PLEASE R/R!!! For my little brother.^^)
~*~*Flying away, to another place, away from this world, to a fantasy land..*~*~
DarkBlackDragon~: