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Post by me on Feb 20, 2005 10:46:45 GMT -5
Yeah, Just lol about that. >:(I'm bloody serious...you write good stories and you know it! ;D
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Post by lookingthroughyou on Feb 23, 2005 21:17:02 GMT -5
George and John exchanged glances and left the room, John trailing rather miserably after George. Jane sat cautiously beside Paul.
“Hello,” She said, hesitantly. He looked into her face and nearly broke down, seeing the sadness in her eyes. He quickly hid his own sadness and said brusquely,
“Well, what do you want?” She said quietly,
“I don’t know if I can take this much longer, Paul. It’s just not seeming to work. You don’t seem to care as much anymore,” She ducked her head down quickly to hide the tears the threated to spill over. “You never come to see me, we always fight when we’re together, and now you’re taking LSD? What’s wrong with you nowadays, paul?” He looked into her eyes, glassy with tears, as she grasped his hand tightly and repeated, “What’s wrong with you?” He threw her hands off him and jumped up from the table.
“What the fuck do you think?!” He screamed at her. “D’you think you’re making it any better, coming in here and telling me what a fucking asshole I am? Do you? Do you?” He shouted at the quaking Jane. She burst into tears and sobbed into her hands.
“Why, Paul, why? I’m trying to help you, I’m not trying to hurt you!” She grabbed her purse and ran out the door, leaving Paul shaking. Why did he do that? She loved him. He slammed his head against the wall. “FUCK!” he screamed, and threw himself on the floor, quivering with pain, inside and outside.
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sorry for the swearing, y'all.
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Post by me on Feb 24, 2005 13:17:13 GMT -5
No Liv, the swearing makes it more..."real". It's great. I'm feeling sorry for both now...
Please write more soon.
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Post by Icee on Feb 24, 2005 19:28:46 GMT -5
Olivia, it was great!
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Post by Icee on Feb 25, 2005 23:06:50 GMT -5
Jane ran down to the end of the hallway and stopped at the wall that cut off from the staircase to the downstairs apartments.
She just stood there for a while, leaning against the wall. Her head in a furious rush. Thoughts kept flowing out left and right, she did her best to stop it. But it was no use. Seeing Paul the way he was, depressed and angry. Because of her. She knew he loved her, but she couldn't put up with anything from him anymore. She was growing weak, and was left so unstable and she could be read like an open book. He left her so vulnerable, she needed to break free from the relationship which bounded her so tightly.
But with that she still had her love for Paul, she couldn't deny it. She still adored him more than anything on the planet.
But she knew she wouldnt take this sort of behaviour, especailly from someone she loved and admired. It was sending her in a downwards spiral, and she had almost reached the bottom feeling sick and confused.
She needed to talk to Paul, seriously. But she decided it was best to leave things until he had layed off the drugs for a while, and until he seemed more stable and happy, which for him, was going to be extremely difficult.
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Post by me on Feb 26, 2005 5:04:06 GMT -5
Aww, poor Jane. Leaving Paul isn't easy  |
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Post by lookingthroughyou on Feb 26, 2005 15:14:50 GMT -5
She clenched her fists angrily. Why did he have to do this to her? They used to be the happy beatle couple. Now everything was coming undone. She wiped away her tears, looked back at the door, and walked away, thoughts swirling around her.
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Paul faintly heard John and George enter the room again. The two of them grabbed him and gently pulled him onto a chair. Paul’s face was ashen from the fighting, the drug, and the physical pain. His head fell onto his chest, despairing and disgusted with himself. George got a glass of water for him while John sat with him.
“You know, paul, you haven’t been quite the best friend lately.” He said. Paul grabbed his head with his hands, and mumbled,
“Shut up. It’s not my fault.” He looked over at John, tears welling up in his eyes, and repeated loudly, “It’s not my fault!” George handed the glass to paul, and looked at him.
“You know how Jane feels for you. Why did yeh shout at her?” Paul screamed, threw the glass of water furiously at the wall, and erupted with a fit of angry tears. George and John watched this outburst with calm interest. Suddenly, there was a knocking at the door once more. John warily looked through the peephole, expecting more newpaper reporters, or worse yet, fans. Ringo’s blue eyes stared back at him. Relieved, John opened the door, and ringo’s big smile quickly faded as he took in George and John’s hurt expressions, the smashed glass on the floor, and Paul sobbing in the corner.
“Jane?” He inquired with an sad smile on his face.
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Post by Sgt.Honeypie on Feb 26, 2005 21:18:32 GMT -5
ooohhhhh... that is.... wow
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Post by Icee on Feb 27, 2005 0:00:40 GMT -5
Aww Ringo <333333
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Post by me on Feb 27, 2005 7:16:28 GMT -5
I love it. I mean...the story...I feel sorry for them all.
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Post by Beatlemon on Feb 27, 2005 15:33:12 GMT -5
Awww .... This is so good! Keep going!
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Post by Ashley on Feb 27, 2005 18:52:39 GMT -5
This is amazing
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Post by Icee on Mar 1, 2005 22:10:18 GMT -5
"No shit" Paul remarked dryly getting up from his seat to pick up the shiny broken peices of glass which laid scattered along the floor.
He bent down with great ease, his stomach still felt a little empty, as he hadn't eaten in a few days. He didn't feel the need to eat. He had no ambitions anymore. He felt he just wanted to sit here, alone, whimpering in the darkness. Reflecting back on the fight a few nights ago. Which would most likely cause him to break down into tears every couple of minutes. He knew it wasn't a great idea to keep refreshing the memory over and over in his head. But he couldn't stop himself. His mind flashed back to the words he'd spoken to Jane only a few minutes ago, as he fell forward he cut himself deeply on his hand. He didn't feel it, he was numb from the shoulders down. He didn't know why he had spoken to Jane that way. And it wasn't like him usually, to go off at someone he felt so strongly for. It almost seemed, to him, that he had changed so much since the break-up between him and Jane that it would be extremely difficult to go back. He had problems, not so much physical as emotional and mental. His head was filled with thoughts of Jane, whom he loved so dearly, but hated with a furious passion. He would never hurt her. It wasn't in his nature to hurt anyone unless he was repeatedly provoked to do so. And even then the amount of percentage of pain he would inflict, was at an ultimate low as he was suffering from a weakness.
It was love. Or so he thought, that was keeping him this way. Keeping him so depressed. He didn't want to go outside, he didn't want to see the sun shining, the rain falling, the ocean crashing against the rocks at the shore. Every small detail of the outside world was bound to remind him of Jane in some way or another. He couldn't even stand looking at the television in fear he would hear about himself and her. Or even see her on the television.
He was full of insecurities, he didn't know why, or how it came to be. But there were many of them. He didn't want to seek proffesional help. He didn't want to talk to anyone, he wanted to remain lonely thoughout the rest of his life. Like I said, no ambitions anymore. He didn't feel he had to have ambitions. Everything he wanted in life (almost) he had succeeded in getting.
Except what he really wanted. He was 23, and living in a small apartment building which was bare. He had loads and loads of money. But didn't think he needed it.
Living with no food, television and bed seemed appealing to him. But he knew his friends wouldn't let it happen. He knew they'd try anything they could to get him back on his feet. But he was too weak right now. And he pleaded to GOD to know what was going through Janes head right now. But his prayers weren't ever answered. She was better off without him. He was controlling, jealous and quite the womaniser. He didn't mean to be. He didn't want to sleep with that Francie. But his urges to be with Jane romantically got the better of him, and lead to his fight with Jane.
"Paul, you're bleeding". Ringo said, expressionless as he stared at Paul with his head against the wall only centremetres away from the freshly smashed glass peices on the ground.
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Post by Sgt.Honeypie on Mar 1, 2005 22:22:11 GMT -5
 that is truely amamzing!  poor Paul...
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Post by Icee on Mar 1, 2005 22:30:44 GMT -5
Paul, being snapped out of his thoughts, looked down at his hands which were now covered in blood.
"You migh' wanna get somethin' for tha'" George said nodding towards his hand staring at it.
"I'll be fine" Paul said, piling the glass into his hand, and walking over to the bin.
"Look Paul, you've been huddled up in this stupid little apartment for two days now. You need to get out, and eat and maybe have a good time" John said, noticing Paul's closed were covered in dust.
"No John, I don't have the strength to eat. I don't want to eat". He said looking over from the bin to John.
"Bollucks!" John exclaimed, rising from his seat and walking over to the fridge.
He opened it to find absolutely nothing.
"Paul, you need to fucking eat" John grabbed hold of his arm and nodded to George.
George got up and grabbed hold of Paul's other arm.
"What are you doing?" Paul shrieked.
"Ringo, door!" John spoke.
Ringo walked over to the door and opened it for John and George.
They dragged him over to the door, Paul was using all the strength he could muster up to try and break free, but it was no use.
"You're going to eat son" John remarked while dragging him down the hallway.
They managed to get him as far as a local cafe and shoved him into one of the small boothes at the back of the small place.
"Can I take your order?" A short, frail old lady asked enthusiastically.
"Ah, yes four steak and chips thanks!" John said, nodding at her.
"Coming right up sir!" She exclaimed, then she turned on her heel, and marched away.
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poor Paul...