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Post by Icee on Jun 23, 2005 1:17:25 GMT -5
Paul sat there in confusion for five minutes, before footsteps were heard pacing outside the room.
He got up, stretched his arms out, and stepped out of the doorway.
"How'd it go?" An anxious George asked in concern for his friend.
"Not well." Paul said, staring at George in shock.
"Well, what happened?" George asked in return.
"Oh, well. She doesn't like me Geo" Paul sighed.
"Who doesn't? Jane?"
"No, Patty"
"What?"
"She wouldn't tell me much, it's no use. I'll try and figure this out myself." Angst ridden, Paul left the house in a furious rage.
Why why why? Paul kept asking himself in his head. Why had everything gone down hill? Why now? Why him? Why Jane? Why can everyone else just be happy, but not him. There was no reason, no explanation for his unhappyness.
Paul felt drained, lifeless. He wanted to give up, he couldn't try anymore. There was no point. He was never going to get back with Jane, all hope had been lost.
He would never be what he once was, charming, rich, intelligent, funny.
It was over. Everything was over.
Paul was now beginning to feel suicidal.
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Post by Starkey. on Jun 23, 2005 5:00:53 GMT -5
 ....No!!...zajdklasfureqnk!! It's so good. I need a tissue. -sniffle- |
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Post by me on Jun 23, 2005 6:20:54 GMT -5
*Cries with Amy* I'm glad I finally know which Amy i'm crying with..  |
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Post by Starkey. on Jun 23, 2005 6:56:44 GMT -5
XDXDXD...Poor Jan...
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Post by me on Jun 23, 2005 6:59:05 GMT -5
Yes, that was weird eh
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Post by Starkey. on Jun 23, 2005 7:03:08 GMT -5
Not only were you confused...I nearly died of confusion too!
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Post by me on Jun 23, 2005 7:10:20 GMT -5
hahaha we were both confused...so are we the weather pals.....or is that me and the other hahahaha?
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Post by Starkey. on Jun 23, 2005 7:15:59 GMT -5
I'm your official Weather Pal.  |
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Post by me on Jun 23, 2005 7:30:07 GMT -5
Yes!!!!! so how's the weather?
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Post by lookingthroughyou on Jun 23, 2005 10:59:00 GMT -5
nice, icee. Very, very nice.
<3 Paul.
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Post by me on Jun 23, 2005 11:39:43 GMT -5
Look who's silly now eH?  |
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Post by Sgt.Honeypie on Jun 23, 2005 12:36:23 GMT -5
Paulll.... -crys..not sure if she is crying with anyone else... but crying all the same-
Don't do it Paul!
<3 you Paul
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Post by lookingthroughyou on Jun 25, 2005 19:13:31 GMT -5
He stumbled home in a daze. Why did he seem to have such a lack of social skills? He thought vaguely of visiting another pal, but decided to stay alone. It would give him more time to sort out his thoughts. Collapsing onto the floor, legs spread apart, he sat numbly, his mind in a fog.
He giggled. How ironic, if he killed himself! What with that “Paul is dead” rumour…sales would skyrocket. In fact, it would be a benefit to the group. They wouldn’t even care. They’d be happy to be rid of him, for fuck’s sake. The only people who’d mourn would be those silly girl fans. They’d find a new idol soon enough, and everyone would be over Paul in a few minutes.
“The only thing you’re good for was Yesterday, you stupid fuck.” He murmured to himself, completely ashamed. He grabbed for a smoke, then realized he was out.
“Shit,” he mumbled, his mouth feeling as if it was full of marbles. Instead he wandered into his bare kitchen, and opened the fridge, dull fluorescent light spilling out. Staring into the empty fridge only reminded him of Jane, and he quickly shut it, opting instead for the half-full bottle of whiskey sitting on the counter. He grabbed a mug and poured a large quantity of alcohol shakily, spilling it on the counter as he did so. He sighed and drank deeply, his mind fogging up even more. He slammed down the mug, the bottom chipping off and flying into Paul’s hand.
“Owch!” he cried, and stuck his finger in his mouth. Sucking on his finger, he blustered into the bathroom and opened the mirror cabinet with a shaking hand, searching for a band-aid. His eyes snagged on a bottle of painkillers. Surely…
He picked them up, the finger forgotten. Why not, huh? It’s not as if anyone would care. He popped the cap and peered into the small white tablets, scrutinizing them. He shook the bottle and licked his dry lips.
Glancing around, he licked his lips again, suddenly scared. He put down the bottle shakily and closed the door, sitting on the toilet seat. He buried his head in his hands. Surely no one would…Of course not.
“You’re just being a coward, Paul McCartney.” He berated himself raspily. He stood up again and peered into his blood-shot eyes, searching.
He chuckled. “Just do it. Nobody will find you.”
He glanced around shiftily again. “ Maybe I’ll take a walk, and..see what happens.”
He opened the door of the bathroom, casting a last glance at the bottle of pills.
“Later.” He murmured. “Later.”
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Post by Sgt.Honeypie on Jun 25, 2005 19:28:37 GMT -5
Paul ...  Thank you for not doing it! |
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Post by Icee on Jun 25, 2005 20:53:31 GMT -5
Wow Liv, you kick ass girl.
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....No!!...zajdklasfureqnk!! It's so good. I need a tissue. -sniffle-
Thank you for not doing it!