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A/N: Sorry I take so long to post up new chapters.school and the play I'm in run me ragged. Luckily I got some spare time to write. Thank you to all that reviewed! If nobody reviewed, I probably wouldn't keep writing this fanfic. Too bad there aren't many Tom/Daria fans out there though.oh well. Summary: Daria's life has been pretty boring since she graduated from Lawndale High. After a certain mishap with her glasses, she meets up with everyone she knew during high school. Chaos ensues. Her life has just been spiced up a little TOO much. Daria/Tom, amongst others.
~*~ Is My Sanity Gone Yet? ~*~
Part 6
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Daria woke up, her head aching as though she had a volcano instead of a brain. She blinked slowly and squinted, as the sun shone brightly through her window. She scratched her head, yawned, and lifted her arm up to her face to see what time it was.
'Already past noon' she thought, blinking at her watch. Well, the hour hand was just a little past the number twelve.she wasn't even going to try looking at how many minutes past. Her brain wasn't ready to fully function just yet. She sat up slowly and stretched, then got up to take a shower. ~*~ Quinn sat at the breakfast table, looking wide-awake and happy as usual. One would not think twice on this.if it weren't for the fact that her cell phone was going off frantically and she wouldn't even touch it. Helen, who was pouring some coffee, turned to look at her daughter and nearly spilled coffee all over her skirt.
She looked slightly nervous, as though it was really her who wouldn't answer. "Um, honey, why aren't you answering your phone?"
Quinn shifted slightly. She knew she was not acting like her old, usual self. But truth to be told, she had missed her sister, and was trying as hard as she could to not appear conceited. "Oh, you know, with Daria just getting back, I thought it would be nice to ignore the phone for a little while."
Helen held a knowing look in her eyes. "Of course, sweetie."
Jake then walked in, looking quite groggy with his face not shaved and his bathrobe hanging askew. He walked slowly over to the coffee just as Helen sat down at the table across from Quinn. He pulled out a huge mug and poured some coffee into it. He then looked down into the dark liquid, and after a moment, screamed and spilled the coffee.
"Oh, Jake!" Helen groaned with exasperation as she tried to clean up the mess. Jake was shaking with fear.
Quinn looked up with worry. "Um, daddy? What's wrong?"
Jake was holding his arms tight, his eyes wide with apprehension. "I-I saw.I saw him! There he was! Those red eyes, staring at me with that menacing smile! I can't take it anymore, damnit! He won't leave me alone! He never does!" He started crying, his arms flailing over his face to hide from shame.
Daria walked in, her eyes wide. "What the."
"Oh, it was just your father reliving some old nightmares" Helen said sympathetically as she pat her husband on the shoulder.
She shook her head and sat down at the table. She looked up at Quinn to see her sister smiling at her. Daria frowned. "What?"
"Oh, it's nothing.it's just nice to have you back."
"Uh-huh. Right. Now what happened to my real sister?"
Jake hit his hands on the floor in agony. "I'm tired of it, damnit! Everywhere I go, everywhere I turn, there he is! Just WAITING to mess up my day, just like he always did!" Jake opened his eyes to see another hallucination of his father.but this time it was like he really WAS standing there.physically mad-dogging Jake into insanity.
Jake had lost it.literally. This was not just a simple phobia anymore.
He'd developed schizophrenia.
"Aaah! There he is again!" Jake screamed, throwing himself back into a cabinet. Daria and Quinn turned to look.
Helen frowned in exasperation. "Now, Jake, there's nothing to be afraid of."
"But he's RIGHT THERE! I can see him! Don't you see his red eyes?"
"Ewww, dad!"
Daria frowned. "Dad.you-you know he isn't there, right?"
Jake just stared into solid space in quaking fear. He clutched his bathrobe miserably.
Quinn bit her lip. "Daddy?"
Jake closed his eyes and shook his head. When he opened them again, his father was gone. He stood up as his family stared at him.
"Um, heh.sorry." he stuttered as he hurried out of the room.
Their eyes followed him out, and when he was gone, they gave each other glances.
Daria couldn't take a minute of it.
"Um, yeah.I, uh, lost my appetite, so I'll just.go get ready to meet up with Tom." She got up from her chair and rushed out. ~*~ "I'm telling you, it was the creepiest thing I've seen since I saw that made-over picture of Quinn" Daria said with enthusiasm to Tom as they sat in a pizza booth.
Tom frowned. "Made-over?"
"She thought she needed to go in for plastic surgery."
"Well, if that's true, then I guess we're all damned to hell."
"That surprises you?"
"Nope, not at all."
Daria smiled at him. She still wasn't quite sure how she'd managed to tell him all of that. When they had been dating, she refrained from telling him anything that happened in her family life. Tom also realized that she was acting a bit peculiar, but he didn't mind it.it made him feel better knowing she still trusted him. Still, what she had just told had him worried.
"Anyhow, it really creeped me out" Daria admitted, looking down at her pizza with a slight frown.
"Well, your dad has always been a little.odd" Tom said with a shrug.
"That's putting it VERY lightly."
"Just trying to be nice."
Daria sighed, and Tom tilted his head at her with concern. "Well, he's always done stuff like this, hasn't he? Maybe it was just too early in the morning."
She shook her head. "I don't think that's it. I'm starting to worry that it's become.serious."
"You mean.schizophrenia?" he said, his voice lowering.
"He's always been a little crazy when it comes to his father. It's made him crazy his whole life and I guess my whole family has thought of it as simply a phobia.but maybe it's something more serious than that. I mean, if I'm related to him, then there must be something throwing off the gene. I don't freak out to the extent that he does." She shrugged. "In any case, I'm really worried about him, and with this whole Christmas get-together thing he'll probably be driven over the edge."
Tom looked up in curiosity. "Christmas get-together?"
Daria turned slightly red. "Erm, yeah.it's more like a family reunion. But if you.er.wanted to come."
Tom smiled. "That would be great. I'll need to get out of the house as it is.my parents are having a bunch of rich and snobby coworkers over." He wrinkled his nose. "And what's worse, I'm going to have to work with them soon enough."
"Imagine, you controlling a major business."
"And not knowing what the hell I'm doing. Scares the living daylight out of me."
They smirked at each other. Daria started staring at his lips.after a few moments she caught herself and tore her eyes away. Tom was looking into her eyes a bit wistfully.
'Oh God, somebody shoot me already!' Daria thought in agony. 'Why the hell did I think this was a good idea? I'm driving myself insane.'
"Want another slice?" Tom offered, breaking her train of thought.
"Oh, no. I think that grease filled me up nicely."
Daria's cell phone rang, and she hurriedly pulled it out to see who was calling.
"You have a phone?"
"Mom gave it to me as a going-away present. I don't use it that much obviously, but." She stopped and answered the phone. "This is Daria Morgendorffer, misery chick. How can I help you?" She paused with a frown, and after a few moments hanged up. She looked up at Tom. "It's Jane.she says her brother and his band are driving her crazy."
"Well, you'd better go and save her then. I guess I'll see you soon?"
She smiled. "Yeah."
Inside, Tom was grinning. He couldn't tell her how happy he was to talk to her again. They stood near the door, and from some odd premonition they both looked up to see mistletoe.
'Now that was TOO predictable' Daria thought with irritation and slight amusement. She looked at Tom, who was gazing at her with a mix of want and curiosity. Daria hesitated slightly, then just gave him a simple peck on the cheek and hurried out.her cheeks were turning red.
What she didn't know was that Tom was as red as she was.
~*~
Again, sorry for the delay! Please review.I'm quite curious to see how people will respond to Jake's condition. As for that, I'm not joking at all in regards to people with schizophrenia.it is a serious, sad and critical condition. I always felt that Jake couldn't just be overly phobic about his father.he always got way too stressed over his father. Of course, that's just my opinion lol. I'm sorry that this chapter wasn't very long. I just finished the play, so I should get some more free-writing time.
A/N: Sorry I take so long to post up new chapters.school and the play I'm in run me ragged. Luckily I got some spare time to write. Thank you to all that reviewed! If nobody reviewed, I probably wouldn't keep writing this fanfic. Too bad there aren't many Tom/Daria fans out there though.oh well. Summary: Daria's life has been pretty boring since she graduated from Lawndale High. After a certain mishap with her glasses, she meets up with everyone she knew during high school. Chaos ensues. Her life has just been spiced up a little TOO much. Daria/Tom, amongst others.
~*~ Is My Sanity Gone Yet? ~*~
Part 6
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Daria woke up, her head aching as though she had a volcano instead of a brain. She blinked slowly and squinted, as the sun shone brightly through her window. She scratched her head, yawned, and lifted her arm up to her face to see what time it was.
'Already past noon' she thought, blinking at her watch. Well, the hour hand was just a little past the number twelve.she wasn't even going to try looking at how many minutes past. Her brain wasn't ready to fully function just yet. She sat up slowly and stretched, then got up to take a shower. ~*~ Quinn sat at the breakfast table, looking wide-awake and happy as usual. One would not think twice on this.if it weren't for the fact that her cell phone was going off frantically and she wouldn't even touch it. Helen, who was pouring some coffee, turned to look at her daughter and nearly spilled coffee all over her skirt.
She looked slightly nervous, as though it was really her who wouldn't answer. "Um, honey, why aren't you answering your phone?"
Quinn shifted slightly. She knew she was not acting like her old, usual self. But truth to be told, she had missed her sister, and was trying as hard as she could to not appear conceited. "Oh, you know, with Daria just getting back, I thought it would be nice to ignore the phone for a little while."
Helen held a knowing look in her eyes. "Of course, sweetie."
Jake then walked in, looking quite groggy with his face not shaved and his bathrobe hanging askew. He walked slowly over to the coffee just as Helen sat down at the table across from Quinn. He pulled out a huge mug and poured some coffee into it. He then looked down into the dark liquid, and after a moment, screamed and spilled the coffee.
"Oh, Jake!" Helen groaned with exasperation as she tried to clean up the mess. Jake was shaking with fear.
Quinn looked up with worry. "Um, daddy? What's wrong?"
Jake was holding his arms tight, his eyes wide with apprehension. "I-I saw.I saw him! There he was! Those red eyes, staring at me with that menacing smile! I can't take it anymore, damnit! He won't leave me alone! He never does!" He started crying, his arms flailing over his face to hide from shame.
Daria walked in, her eyes wide. "What the."
"Oh, it was just your father reliving some old nightmares" Helen said sympathetically as she pat her husband on the shoulder.
She shook her head and sat down at the table. She looked up at Quinn to see her sister smiling at her. Daria frowned. "What?"
"Oh, it's nothing.it's just nice to have you back."
"Uh-huh. Right. Now what happened to my real sister?"
Jake hit his hands on the floor in agony. "I'm tired of it, damnit! Everywhere I go, everywhere I turn, there he is! Just WAITING to mess up my day, just like he always did!" Jake opened his eyes to see another hallucination of his father.but this time it was like he really WAS standing there.physically mad-dogging Jake into insanity.
Jake had lost it.literally. This was not just a simple phobia anymore.
He'd developed schizophrenia.
"Aaah! There he is again!" Jake screamed, throwing himself back into a cabinet. Daria and Quinn turned to look.
Helen frowned in exasperation. "Now, Jake, there's nothing to be afraid of."
"But he's RIGHT THERE! I can see him! Don't you see his red eyes?"
"Ewww, dad!"
Daria frowned. "Dad.you-you know he isn't there, right?"
Jake just stared into solid space in quaking fear. He clutched his bathrobe miserably.
Quinn bit her lip. "Daddy?"
Jake closed his eyes and shook his head. When he opened them again, his father was gone. He stood up as his family stared at him.
"Um, heh.sorry." he stuttered as he hurried out of the room.
Their eyes followed him out, and when he was gone, they gave each other glances.
Daria couldn't take a minute of it.
"Um, yeah.I, uh, lost my appetite, so I'll just.go get ready to meet up with Tom." She got up from her chair and rushed out. ~*~ "I'm telling you, it was the creepiest thing I've seen since I saw that made-over picture of Quinn" Daria said with enthusiasm to Tom as they sat in a pizza booth.
Tom frowned. "Made-over?"
"She thought she needed to go in for plastic surgery."
"Well, if that's true, then I guess we're all damned to hell."
"That surprises you?"
"Nope, not at all."
Daria smiled at him. She still wasn't quite sure how she'd managed to tell him all of that. When they had been dating, she refrained from telling him anything that happened in her family life. Tom also realized that she was acting a bit peculiar, but he didn't mind it.it made him feel better knowing she still trusted him. Still, what she had just told had him worried.
"Anyhow, it really creeped me out" Daria admitted, looking down at her pizza with a slight frown.
"Well, your dad has always been a little.odd" Tom said with a shrug.
"That's putting it VERY lightly."
"Just trying to be nice."
Daria sighed, and Tom tilted his head at her with concern. "Well, he's always done stuff like this, hasn't he? Maybe it was just too early in the morning."
She shook her head. "I don't think that's it. I'm starting to worry that it's become.serious."
"You mean.schizophrenia?" he said, his voice lowering.
"He's always been a little crazy when it comes to his father. It's made him crazy his whole life and I guess my whole family has thought of it as simply a phobia.but maybe it's something more serious than that. I mean, if I'm related to him, then there must be something throwing off the gene. I don't freak out to the extent that he does." She shrugged. "In any case, I'm really worried about him, and with this whole Christmas get-together thing he'll probably be driven over the edge."
Tom looked up in curiosity. "Christmas get-together?"
Daria turned slightly red. "Erm, yeah.it's more like a family reunion. But if you.er.wanted to come."
Tom smiled. "That would be great. I'll need to get out of the house as it is.my parents are having a bunch of rich and snobby coworkers over." He wrinkled his nose. "And what's worse, I'm going to have to work with them soon enough."
"Imagine, you controlling a major business."
"And not knowing what the hell I'm doing. Scares the living daylight out of me."
They smirked at each other. Daria started staring at his lips.after a few moments she caught herself and tore her eyes away. Tom was looking into her eyes a bit wistfully.
'Oh God, somebody shoot me already!' Daria thought in agony. 'Why the hell did I think this was a good idea? I'm driving myself insane.'
"Want another slice?" Tom offered, breaking her train of thought.
"Oh, no. I think that grease filled me up nicely."
Daria's cell phone rang, and she hurriedly pulled it out to see who was calling.
"You have a phone?"
"Mom gave it to me as a going-away present. I don't use it that much obviously, but." She stopped and answered the phone. "This is Daria Morgendorffer, misery chick. How can I help you?" She paused with a frown, and after a few moments hanged up. She looked up at Tom. "It's Jane.she says her brother and his band are driving her crazy."
"Well, you'd better go and save her then. I guess I'll see you soon?"
She smiled. "Yeah."
Inside, Tom was grinning. He couldn't tell her how happy he was to talk to her again. They stood near the door, and from some odd premonition they both looked up to see mistletoe.
'Now that was TOO predictable' Daria thought with irritation and slight amusement. She looked at Tom, who was gazing at her with a mix of want and curiosity. Daria hesitated slightly, then just gave him a simple peck on the cheek and hurried out.her cheeks were turning red.
What she didn't know was that Tom was as red as she was.
~*~
Again, sorry for the delay! Please review.I'm quite curious to see how people will respond to Jake's condition. As for that, I'm not joking at all in regards to people with schizophrenia.it is a serious, sad and critical condition. I always felt that Jake couldn't just be overly phobic about his father.he always got way too stressed over his father. Of course, that's just my opinion lol. I'm sorry that this chapter wasn't very long. I just finished the play, so I should get some more free-writing time.