Call Me When Your Sober: One-shot.
Courtney was ignorant. No, that wasn't the word for it. She was stupid. How could she even fall for that Punk?
All he did was leave her in the tracks and went to save Gwen.
Courtney looked into the mirror. She was a mess. Her hair was strewn everywhere and Her skin was paler than before. Tears of Black eyeliner streamed down her cheeks. She looked back at the Tub that was overflowing with water. She cried. She had tried to drown herself. But, It just wouldn't work. The love she still felt for Duncan floated her way back up.
Courtney lifted her hand in the air. It balled into a fist. She couldn't take it anymore. She forced it into the mirror and felt the beautiful pain pierce her hand. She wasn't going to go through this any longer. She ran out of the apartment and to the Club, where the TD cast was having their reaunion.
The bright lights that shined brilliantly against the Club windows showed that they were having fun. As if nothing was wrong. Courtney pushed the doors open and everyone gasped.
"Courtney..?" Bridgette questioned. Courtney didn't pay attention. The buldge in her pocket was soon going to take away all the pain. She ran up to the stage and pushed Chris out of the way.
"H-hey.. Guys. Happy reaunion huh?" Courtney chuckled mockingly. "Where's the bastard of a punk?" She demanded. Duncan was soon visible In the crowd. He didn't look much better than Courtney. His Mohawk had faded and was now just little pricks of green. His Teal eyes were mostly lifeless.
"This one's for you.. And to Susie, Who I will see tonight."
Duncan's eyes widened.
Susie was Courtney's little sister who had died of An allergic reaction to a bee sting.
Courtney began to sing:
Don't cry to me, if you loved me
You would be here with me
You want me, come find me
Make up your mind
Should have let you fall and lose it all
So maybe you can remember yourself
Can't keep believing, we're only deceiving ourselves
And I'm sick of the lie and you're too late
Don't cry to me, if you loved me
You would be here with me
You want me, come find me
Make up your mind
Couldn't take the blame, sick with shame
Must be exhausting to lose your own game
Selfishly hated, no wonder you're jaded
You can't play the victim this time and you're too late
So don't cry to me, if you loved me
You would be here with me
You want me, come find me
Make up your mind
You never call me when you're sober
You only want it 'cause it's over, it's over
How could I have burned paradise?
How could I? You were never mine
So don't cry to me, if you loved me
You would be here with me
Don't lie to me, just get your things
I've made up your mind.'
Duncan rushed through the crowd. He noticed the Black handle in Courtney's jeans. It was a pistol.
Duncan loved her. He knew what he did was wrong. He was hoping to make it up to her tonight. But, since she didn't show up.
Courtney threw the microphone to the ground and pulled out to the gun...
"Courtney, NO!" Duncan roared.
Soon.. Courtney saw her. She saw Susie smiling widely and held her arms out open. Courtney felt the pain go away. She was relieved. She was happy.
Courtney was ignorant. No, that wasn't the word for it. She was stupid. How could she even fall for that Punk?
All he did was leave her in the tracks and went to save Gwen.
Courtney looked into the mirror. She was a mess. Her hair was strewn everywhere and Her skin was paler than before. Tears of Black eyeliner streamed down her cheeks. She looked back at the Tub that was overflowing with water. She cried. She had tried to drown herself. But, It just wouldn't work. The love she still felt for Duncan floated her way back up.
Courtney lifted her hand in the air. It balled into a fist. She couldn't take it anymore. She forced it into the mirror and felt the beautiful pain pierce her hand. She wasn't going to go through this any longer. She ran out of the apartment and to the Club, where the TD cast was having their reaunion.
The bright lights that shined brilliantly against the Club windows showed that they were having fun. As if nothing was wrong. Courtney pushed the doors open and everyone gasped.
"Courtney..?" Bridgette questioned. Courtney didn't pay attention. The buldge in her pocket was soon going to take away all the pain. She ran up to the stage and pushed Chris out of the way.
"H-hey.. Guys. Happy reaunion huh?" Courtney chuckled mockingly. "Where's the bastard of a punk?" She demanded. Duncan was soon visible In the crowd. He didn't look much better than Courtney. His Mohawk had faded and was now just little pricks of green. His Teal eyes were mostly lifeless.
"This one's for you.. And to Susie, Who I will see tonight."
Duncan's eyes widened.
Susie was Courtney's little sister who had died of An allergic reaction to a bee sting.
Courtney began to sing:
Don't cry to me, if you loved me
You would be here with me
You want me, come find me
Make up your mind
Should have let you fall and lose it all
So maybe you can remember yourself
Can't keep believing, we're only deceiving ourselves
And I'm sick of the lie and you're too late
Don't cry to me, if you loved me
You would be here with me
You want me, come find me
Make up your mind
Couldn't take the blame, sick with shame
Must be exhausting to lose your own game
Selfishly hated, no wonder you're jaded
You can't play the victim this time and you're too late
So don't cry to me, if you loved me
You would be here with me
You want me, come find me
Make up your mind
You never call me when you're sober
You only want it 'cause it's over, it's over
How could I have burned paradise?
How could I? You were never mine
So don't cry to me, if you loved me
You would be here with me
Don't lie to me, just get your things
I've made up your mind.'
Duncan rushed through the crowd. He noticed the Black handle in Courtney's jeans. It was a pistol.
Duncan loved her. He knew what he did was wrong. He was hoping to make it up to her tonight. But, since she didn't show up.
Courtney threw the microphone to the ground and pulled out to the gun...
"Courtney, NO!" Duncan roared.
Soon.. Courtney saw her. She saw Susie smiling widely and held her arms out open. Courtney felt the pain go away. She was relieved. She was happy.
courtney pov
its been 87 years since i set sail on the titantic and yet i can still smell the fresh paint the beds had never been slept in and most people called it the ship of dreams and well it certantly was
"the new unsinkable ship is about the set sail today" news reporters would of said as little kids would of looked upon that ship with admaration whiching that 1 day they would be riding 1st class on it but to me it was a prision ship taking me back to america in chains outside i was everything a well brought up girl should be inside i was screaming.
but there was 1 person who changed all that his name was duncan dawson and he was the man i feel in love with. sadly he was lost in the sinking of the titanic and i never even got a picture of him but then again why dont i just tell you he story
its been 87 years since i set sail on the titantic and yet i can still smell the fresh paint the beds had never been slept in and most people called it the ship of dreams and well it certantly was
"the new unsinkable ship is about the set sail today" news reporters would of said as little kids would of looked upon that ship with admaration whiching that 1 day they would be riding 1st class on it but to me it was a prision ship taking me back to america in chains outside i was everything a well brought up girl should be inside i was screaming.
but there was 1 person who changed all that his name was duncan dawson and he was the man i feel in love with. sadly he was lost in the sinking of the titanic and i never even got a picture of him but then again why dont i just tell you he story