One Day... (Unu Duy)
Jan. 23rd, 2010 10:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
liquidtearsTitle: One Day (Unu Duy)
Rating: I don't know, R? There is no sex in it *SHOCKER*
Summary: All he wanted was for her to answer a tweet he sent to her.
Warning: There is a mention of a bit of the character's tongue slit, hence the "u's" instead of One Day
He sat in front of the computer, the screen showing his Twitter page. This young man had one favorite person there that he always sent tweets to, but she never replied to them. It always pained him to see her tweet to other people, which made him extremely jealous. He blinked his eyes, not being able to believe it.
Another tweet to another person. He clicked on the person's name to see what the question was and when it had been asked, and let out of a loud growl. "Huw cun u du thus tu mu? I wuv u, Cussudu Fruumun!" He started to scream and slam his fists in front of the table where the computer was on.
Two doctors were on him, one of them uncapped a syringe and plunged the needle into his arm, the fluid streaming into his system. He was out in no time. "This is the second time this happened. Do you remember what happened the last time?" One of the doctors asked his companion as they took the patient toward his room. "Yeah, every time he speaks or tries to speak, it is a living reminder. And it all started when he saw that season 8 of that popular show. Metropolis? Superman?"
The other doctor sighed. "Smallville."
"Yeah, that's the one. The trouble we went through for him to get some happiness, but he still isn't satisfied." The first doctor replied as he gave the patient over to the other doctor, while he fished into his coat pocket for the patient's key. He opened it and together they went into the patient's room. It wasn't much... what could one expect, as the patient had managed to inflict harm with everything that had been there in the first place?
As if the other doctor knew what the first one was thinking, he spoke up. "He brought it upon himself y'know? Now we probably have to cut his Twitter time too." They placed their patient on his bed, not having seen the single red rose that lay on the bolted steel table. Yeah, the patient could bang his head against it, but wouldn't be able to pick it up.
What they did see, was the picture they had gone to great lengths to obtain. They placed it on the patient's chest and left the room.
They thought he would be out for a long time, but he wasn't. His eyes slowly opened and his hands felt the photograph that was placed on his shirt. He took the picture in his hands and turned it around so he it wasn't upside down anymore. It was his signed autograph of Cassidy Freeman. He didn't even remember asking for it, because he had never met her.
The patient looked around the room and found the single red rose. He reached forward and took the rose in his hands, not realizing the thorns as he caressed one of the sharp sides of the photograph against his cheek. "Munu... Ull munu. Unu Duy, Cussudu Fruumun..." he whispered, as tears slipped down his cheeks while the blood flowed from his hand.
The End
(*in case you didn't understand. "How can you do this to me? I love you, Cassidy Freeman!" "Mine... all mine. One Day, Cassidy Freeman..."*)
Rating: I don't know, R? There is no sex in it *SHOCKER*
Summary: All he wanted was for her to answer a tweet he sent to her.
Warning: There is a mention of a bit of the character's tongue slit, hence the "u's" instead of One Day
He sat in front of the computer, the screen showing his Twitter page. This young man had one favorite person there that he always sent tweets to, but she never replied to them. It always pained him to see her tweet to other people, which made him extremely jealous. He blinked his eyes, not being able to believe it.
Another tweet to another person. He clicked on the person's name to see what the question was and when it had been asked, and let out of a loud growl. "Huw cun u du thus tu mu? I wuv u, Cussudu Fruumun!" He started to scream and slam his fists in front of the table where the computer was on.
Two doctors were on him, one of them uncapped a syringe and plunged the needle into his arm, the fluid streaming into his system. He was out in no time. "This is the second time this happened. Do you remember what happened the last time?" One of the doctors asked his companion as they took the patient toward his room. "Yeah, every time he speaks or tries to speak, it is a living reminder. And it all started when he saw that season 8 of that popular show. Metropolis? Superman?"
The other doctor sighed. "Smallville."
"Yeah, that's the one. The trouble we went through for him to get some happiness, but he still isn't satisfied." The first doctor replied as he gave the patient over to the other doctor, while he fished into his coat pocket for the patient's key. He opened it and together they went into the patient's room. It wasn't much... what could one expect, as the patient had managed to inflict harm with everything that had been there in the first place?
As if the other doctor knew what the first one was thinking, he spoke up. "He brought it upon himself y'know? Now we probably have to cut his Twitter time too." They placed their patient on his bed, not having seen the single red rose that lay on the bolted steel table. Yeah, the patient could bang his head against it, but wouldn't be able to pick it up.
What they did see, was the picture they had gone to great lengths to obtain. They placed it on the patient's chest and left the room.
They thought he would be out for a long time, but he wasn't. His eyes slowly opened and his hands felt the photograph that was placed on his shirt. He took the picture in his hands and turned it around so he it wasn't upside down anymore. It was his signed autograph of Cassidy Freeman. He didn't even remember asking for it, because he had never met her.
The patient looked around the room and found the single red rose. He reached forward and took the rose in his hands, not realizing the thorns as he caressed one of the sharp sides of the photograph against his cheek. "Munu... Ull munu. Unu Duy, Cussudu Fruumun..." he whispered, as tears slipped down his cheeks while the blood flowed from his hand.
The End
(*in case you didn't understand. "How can you do this to me? I love you, Cassidy Freeman!" "Mine... all mine. One Day, Cassidy Freeman..."*)
