okay this takes place RIGHT after Courtney was eliminated
Courtney's P.O.V
'how could he vote me off?' i asked my self in thought. I dug around in my purse and pulled out the wooden skull he gave me from season 1 and started to cry. I really dont know why i cryed but i missed him and to think he voted me off..... Its just to much to take in within one night. I stopped crying when the limo door opened.
"Hello Courtney, welcome to" Chris said till i cut him off.
"Yea yea where ever it is we go, i dont wanna know that name of this fuckin place. Whats my room number?"
"Ohhh someone is irritable this evening" Chris said in a mocking tone.
"DONT FUCKIN TEST ME JUST TELL ME THE DAMN ROOM NUMBER AND GIVE ME THE KEY TO IT!!!!" i screamed at him. I was so pissed. Chris looked a bit scared. He dug in his pocket, held out a key and said "Room 24." I angerily took the key and went to my room. As soon as i opened the door i threw my stuff on the floor. I laid on my stomach on the bed, head in the pillow and cryed. I loved Duncan and this is how he repays me? by voting me off? I sat up and said to myself "What did i do wrong? I should suffer!" I got up and went to the kitchen tears still running down my face. On my way i passed by a confused cody and geoff. They tried asking whats wrong but i just walked faster. I took a knife and cut my wrists while saying/soft yelling
"I deserve this! I dont know what i did wrong but i shouldn't be here! I should be dead!" I put the knife to my wrist and was about to cut again when Gwen and Bridgette came in. They gasped as i cut. Blood on my hands and on the knife and on my wrist. They ran to me and took away the knife.
"Courtney what are you doing?!?!?" Bridgette almost yelled with concern in her voice.
"What does it look like? Im getting what i deserve." I said calmly looking at all the blood on my hands.
"What are you talking about?!?!" Gwen asked worriedly.
"He hates me." I said.
"Who?" asked Bridgette?
"Duncan... I love him and he doesnt love me back. I hate myself. I did something wrong and im punishing my self... I dont want to live without him, and since im to chicken to kill myself...im just going to suffer.."
"Courtney this is no way to treat yourself! You cant just do this!" Gwen said.
"You dont understand me!" I yelled. I took the knife and ran back to my room with Bridgette and Gwen following. I got to my room and locked the door. They were banging at the door. I sat in the corner and countined to cut my self. As soon as i didn't have room left on my right wrist i went to my left. After i was done I cryed my self to sleep.
Courtney's P.O.V
'how could he vote me off?' i asked my self in thought. I dug around in my purse and pulled out the wooden skull he gave me from season 1 and started to cry. I really dont know why i cryed but i missed him and to think he voted me off..... Its just to much to take in within one night. I stopped crying when the limo door opened.
"Hello Courtney, welcome to" Chris said till i cut him off.
"Yea yea where ever it is we go, i dont wanna know that name of this fuckin place. Whats my room number?"
"Ohhh someone is irritable this evening" Chris said in a mocking tone.
"DONT FUCKIN TEST ME JUST TELL ME THE DAMN ROOM NUMBER AND GIVE ME THE KEY TO IT!!!!" i screamed at him. I was so pissed. Chris looked a bit scared. He dug in his pocket, held out a key and said "Room 24." I angerily took the key and went to my room. As soon as i opened the door i threw my stuff on the floor. I laid on my stomach on the bed, head in the pillow and cryed. I loved Duncan and this is how he repays me? by voting me off? I sat up and said to myself "What did i do wrong? I should suffer!" I got up and went to the kitchen tears still running down my face. On my way i passed by a confused cody and geoff. They tried asking whats wrong but i just walked faster. I took a knife and cut my wrists while saying/soft yelling
"I deserve this! I dont know what i did wrong but i shouldn't be here! I should be dead!" I put the knife to my wrist and was about to cut again when Gwen and Bridgette came in. They gasped as i cut. Blood on my hands and on the knife and on my wrist. They ran to me and took away the knife.
"Courtney what are you doing?!?!?" Bridgette almost yelled with concern in her voice.
"What does it look like? Im getting what i deserve." I said calmly looking at all the blood on my hands.
"What are you talking about?!?!" Gwen asked worriedly.
"He hates me." I said.
"Who?" asked Bridgette?
"Duncan... I love him and he doesnt love me back. I hate myself. I did something wrong and im punishing my self... I dont want to live without him, and since im to chicken to kill myself...im just going to suffer.."
"Courtney this is no way to treat yourself! You cant just do this!" Gwen said.
"You dont understand me!" I yelled. I took the knife and ran back to my room with Bridgette and Gwen following. I got to my room and locked the door. They were banging at the door. I sat in the corner and countined to cut my self. As soon as i didn't have room left on my right wrist i went to my left. After i was done I cryed my self to sleep.
Duncan's POV.
We opend the door and saw Bridgette and Geoff making out on the couch. It was all messy, and the pillows where everywhere, chairs where toppled and food where on the walls, on the floor, and other places i did'nt want to say.
I could see Courtney was pissed of, but she tryed to sound nicely. She cleared her throat, and the finaly noticed us.
"Uhm, how was the movie?" Bridgette asked, and looked up on us. Her face was a mess! Her lipstick where everywhere, and she was all black around her eyes.
"It was fine, thank you. But why do my house look like some kinda landfill?" Courtney said, still trying to sound nicely.
"Uhm, we, uh. . . sorry. . ."
"It's okay, just, try not to do it next time, okay?"
"Okay Court. It-it wont happen again!
Me and Court walked up stairs and into her bedroom, that looked just like the livingroom.
"Argh, why can't they clean up, after them self?" Courtney asked.
We opend the door and saw Bridgette and Geoff making out on the couch. It was all messy, and the pillows where everywhere, chairs where toppled and food where on the walls, on the floor, and other places i did'nt want to say.
I could see Courtney was pissed of, but she tryed to sound nicely. She cleared her throat, and the finaly noticed us.
"Uhm, how was the movie?" Bridgette asked, and looked up on us. Her face was a mess! Her lipstick where everywhere, and she was all black around her eyes.
"It was fine, thank you. But why do my house look like some kinda landfill?" Courtney said, still trying to sound nicely.
"Uhm, we, uh. . . sorry. . ."
"It's okay, just, try not to do it next time, okay?"
"Okay Court. It-it wont happen again!
Me and Court walked up stairs and into her bedroom, that looked just like the livingroom.
"Argh, why can't they clean up, after them self?" Courtney asked.
