the new and improved first chapter
i rewrote the first chapter of this story cuz it was fucked and made little to no sense at all so here it is new and improved
Title: Overdream
Chapter: Part 1, Chapter 1
Rating: PG (may get to R for themes)
Summary: There is a fine line between dreaming and reality. It is easily crossed.
Disclaimer: its all an illusion…it never ever happened…
Part 1- My Heart is the Worst Kind of Weapon
- I would wish upon a star,
but that star,
It doesn’t shine…-
1. The Pros and Cons of Breathing
-I’m sick of hearing all those sad songs on the radio,
They are there to remind, an oversensitive guy,
That he’s lost and alone-
“Fuck!” A sore and tired Bam Margera lay in the middle of the half pipe in his back yard.
I’m gunna kill myself skating one day, I swear. So what though? It’s not like any thing here is too great anyway.
That’s bullshit bam and you know it is
Ok, ok I tell a lie, things aren’t completely shit. The shows and the skating is awesome. CKY, then Jackass, then Viva La Bam. Good times, good times. And Raab and Dico and Dunn and Rake and Glomb. No its true, there are good parts and their it.
Don Vito. Could quite easily handle getting away from that fat bastard! I don’t know how much my show portrays it but I really do hate that fat cunt! I know I’m related to him and all but shit! He’s a wanker! But he’s family so what can you do?
Speaking of family I couldn’t leave them. Ape would freak like she’s never freaked out before and that would be scary for all involved. I do think that dying would be beyond anything I could do to hurt that poor woman.
But to escape this aching loneliness, that would be brilliant.
“Unrequited love”
I never knew hell had such a complex sounding name…
A beautiful girl walked up to an excited looking Ville Valo. She threw her arms around him and gave him a long, passionate kiss.
“I love you” she whispered into his ear, her voice sugary and sweet.
“I love you too sweetheart” he whispered back.
She melted in his arms at the sound of his angelic voice and looked up into his piercing green eyes. Ville leant down and kissed her again…
I snapped out of my day dream and let another cloud of poisonous smoke drifted up towards my yellowed ceiling
‘I really must quit’ I thought ‘I’m gunna end up killing myself! But would that be such a bad thing?’ I contemplated.
‘Well yes and no. Yes because my love life sucks. I’m all alone and no girl seems to want to do a thing to change that! I’m gorgeous and have a sexy voice what more could they want? Commitment and stability probably. I’m not known for being the most committed man on the planet. And the fact that I’m always away with the band. I mean I could never give up on those guys and my music. But it would be nice to be loved…’
‘Well I spose dying would be a bad thing. I could never leave Migè and all the guys. I could never give up my music. It’s the soul of me. On that count it would be a bad thing, a very bad thing. Imagine never playing another live show! God I don’t want to. Imagine never recording another album, never writing music or playing it! And the fans, who got me where I am today, no I never could give up on them either…’
‘Family. A single word that would make me dying so very, very wrong. My mum and dad! Screw not giving up on fans I could never give up on them. It is a parent’s worst nightmare to outlive their children and I could never let that happen to them. I’m away from them so much as is I could never go as far as to be permanently away from them. That would be too much…’
“Friends. Man I picked up some arseholes in my time. I don’t mean the guys from him, their brothers not friends. But the rest of ‘em. Shit! Didn’t I score badly! Their clingy, their annoying and I swear they only like me cause I have so much more fame and money than they all have put together. It’s really quite sad. I wouldn’t mind escaping those bastards…’
‘No, I tell a lie their not all bastards, those friends of mine. They all are bar about one. Bam. No I couldn’t do that to him. I mean way too much to him and I spose when I think about it he means way too much to me too. While I’m thinking about it, I should call him, we haven’t spoken in a while. Maybe we could catch up and have some fun…’
2. Stockholm Syndrome
3. Get Busy Living or Get Busy Dying
part 2:
1. Tainted Love