Hi there, thanks for clicking on my story. It's my first attempt at EEnE. Now, I know Double D might be a little OOC, but I'm sure I'll get better at writing for him with practice.
A big thanks to eyelovefantasy for being my beta reader. SHE ROCKS!!! :D
Hope you'll enjoy it, R&R please!!
Double D sighed as he looked around his house, seeing nothing but all the sticky notes that covered the walls. Those horrid, awful…Wonderful notes. He had so many mixed feelings about them, it wasn't even funny. Some days he went home hoping they would be gone, because that would mean his parents had stopped caring so much about work and finally came home to be with him. His prayers answered. Other days, he went home terrified that the notes wouldn't be there. Because that would mean his parents had finally got so absorbed in their work, they forgot he existed. His nightmares come true.
He stared at the notes, anger and sorrow welling up inside him. Why couldn't his parents be with him? Why did they always leave sticky notes instead of talk to him? Or even leave a voice message? Was work more important than him? Did they care more about their jobs than him?
He glared at the notes, he hated them. He couldn't take looking at them any more. He began tearing them off the wall, throwing them on to the floor, cursing every single one. He went from the living room to the kitchen, from there the stairs, to the hall, and the bedrooms. Soon the walls were clear of sticky notes, the shreds now covering the floor. Letting the last pieces fall from his hands, he looked at what he'd done. It was huge mess, but right then, he just didn't care.
He sighed again, if he didn't clean it up he'd probably get a note asking him to do it anyway. He started to pick them up, when he noticed something on the wall. A note he missed. He really didn't want to look at it, but curiosity got to him so he plucked it off the wall. It read:
We love you very much.
Mom and Dad.
He felt a pang in his chest, if they loved him, then where were they? These were just…Empty words. He took the note, and slowly tour it in half; he clenched it in his fist, crushing it. He lifted it up, about to throw it to the floor. But stopped, he felt something wet in his hand. There was no way that note could have been wet. It would've turned into mush. He opened his hand, and gasped at what he saw.
There was blood trickling out of the tears in the paper. The paper was bleeding. But paper didn't bleed, it just didn't. His hands were getting covered in it, he dropped the note, he had to go wash his hands…He took a step.
He looked down at the sound, and froze in terror. All the notes were bleeding. Was he losing his mind? This wasn't possible. It went against all reason. Panic began to grip him as he realized the blood was beginning to flood the room, they just wouldn't stop bleeding…He ran out of his room, only to find more blood. The whole house was being flooded! He ran down the stairs, if he could just get to the door…
"Ah!" he tripped on the last stair. Falling face first into the red liquid. He scrambled to get up, he was covered in blood! It was in his mouth! He spat, trying to get it all out. But the metallic taste already coated his tongue. He tried to get up, but just fell down again. He tried again, only to fall again. He kept trying, falling each time. He could only hold himself up on his arms. The blood was getting higher, if he didn't get out he'd drown!
He crawled toward the door, but it just got further and further away. And the blood kept getting higher and higher. It was up to his chin, about to swallow him up.
Double D awoke in a cold sweat, his heart nearly pounding right out of his chest. He franticly looked around, no blood was anywhere.
It was just dream…Thank goodness. He looked over at his clock. It was 4:30 AM. He didn't think he'd be able to get back to sleep. But there was no point in getting out of bed that early. He began to shift his position, when he noticed something by his clock: A sticky note. Just seeing it made his blood go cold, his nightmare still all too fresh in his mind. He reached to pick it up, hand trembling. He lifted it with the utmost caution. He knew it was just a dream, but still…He turned on a lamp so he could see it better, it said:
Have pleasant dreams.
Mom and Dad.
He stared at it, after a moment tears began to role down his cheeks. And strangely he started to chuckle a little, he didn't feel like laughing at all…But the note was just so ironic.
It was such a bizarre and almost sickening mix, to laugh and cry at the same time. He clutched the note to his chest, the closest he could get to hugging his parents. He wished it could be the real thing, and not some note. How he hated those notes.
Those horrid, awful…Wonderful notes.