Mistress-Samwise: Here's a new chapter. *throws chapter at you* This one is ang-stay. Not angsty. It's ghetto angsty. It's ang-stay. Yeah. Hey, Demonic-Kiwi! *robot voice* Your request for an original character cannot be fulfilled. Such installment of an OC would result in an MS-DOS error and would require this story to shut down.*regular voice* In other words, no dice! I'm beginning to regret ever coming up with Dreena. Ah! Vile wench! Remove yourself from my sight! Hsssssss! *begins clawing away at the air like a cat* Like I said before, I have plans for Frodo… Oh yes. Plans… *starts laughing manically* Fu fu fu fu fu!
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It was late evening when Frodo decided to leave his room. Wandering down the long corridors of Brandy Hall, he ended up in the common room. It was filled with adults and children alike, many of whom were still mourning. He stood in the doorway, deciding whether he should enter or not. He was immediately ambushed by weeping relatives, getting caught in stuffy embraces.
"Oh, Frodo! This must be so hard for you!"
"Don't worry… We're here for you…"
"It'll be alright…"
"Poor lad!"
Frodo grew very uncomfortable, squirming uneasily in their grasps. He felt oppressed, like they were trying to keep him down with his sorrow and grief.
"Please… You don't need to do this… I'm fine—"
"It's alright to admit that you're sad."
"Yes, Frodo… Let it all out."
"Don't keep it all in."
He freed himself from their arms, throwing himself sideways, nearly stumbling into the wall. Steadying himself, he stood up straight, his face marked with exasperation.
"Why can't you people leave me be? Look, I know you're trying to help me feel better, but I don't need that right now. I just want to be left alone for once in my life! You people are always doing something to me, and now I'm sick of it!" He paused for a moment, trying to catch his breath again. "Please… Just leave me alone."
Elbowing past the others, Frodo left the room, leaving behind a group of hobbits murmuring amongst themselves. Once he got to his room, he threw himself onto his bed and laid there for a moment.
"Why…? Why do they always have to do that? I want to be alone, god damn it…! Alone!"
His body quaked with rage as he suddenly slashed away at the bed covers, ripping at the pillow. He flung it at the wall, the pillow slipped out of its case and it exploded, filling the air with feathers. He began to sneeze again and he clenched the pillowcase in his fists, his anger rising.
"Damn them all!" he screamed. Jostling to his feet, he tore the dresser, hurling drawers at the floor, scattering its contents all over. Throwing the last one at the door, he stopped, and turned back around. Something he saw caught his eye. It was him, his reflection in the mirror. He stared at himself, his hair disheveled, his chest heaving, his face red with wrath and exertion. Standing there, peering at himself, he felt a new anger rise, fiercer and more violent than before. His hand drifted over to something hard and heavy from off his dresser and he whipped it at the mirror, glass spraying onto the floor like water. He then looked down to see what he had thrown: a stone rabbit carved for him by his father long ago.
Frodo fell to his knees and for the first time since the accident, he cried. Tears of pain and misery slid down his face. Glass cut into his knees and hands, smeared with blood. One by one, he pulled the pieces out of his flesh, pieces of himself. He winced with pain, each shard like a tiny dagger; just another thing to tear away at his already jaded soul. He clasped his shirt in his fists, leaving dark crimson stains. Wearily, he got up onto his feet and collapsed onto his bed, crying into the mattress until, exhausted, he fell into a surrendering sleep.
Mom… Dad… Please forgive me…
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Mistress-Samwise: Wasn't that fun? Uhh… Next chapter soon, I hope… *wanders off aimlessly*