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Rescue Me	By : Kasie Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Savage Garden Views: 1449 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Savage Garden. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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You see that I’m ferocious

You see that I am weak

You see that I am silly

And pretentious

And a freak
It had been nearly a weak since Darren’s trauma in the bathroom. For the first couple of days Daniel seemed afraid to leave Darren out of his sight, even just for a moment. He had even called in sick to work so he could look after him. To make sure he didn’t try anything else… Darren grimaced, looking down at his wrists where the horrible cuts reminded him of what he had done…of why he had done it. Darren couldn’t bare to look at the worry in his friends eyes any longer, the fear, the hurt that Darren himself had placed there. He was ashamed of himself for what he had done, for the stress and anxiety that tainted Daniel’s angelic features.
So he would smile, put on a brave face, hoping against all hope that Daniel couldn’t see through his façade. He would promise that he would never do anything like it again, anything he could to reassure Daniel enough to go back to work. And he succeeded, for the most part, although Daniel was reluctant at first, Darren assured him that he would be fine.
Darren’s own job at the record store was very understanding when he explained to them that his sister had had to go in for surgery and that he would be out for a few days so he could look after her. So he had lied…but he didn’t have any other options. He couldn’t fact the people at work, it was too soon, he had to tell them something. So he had lied.
His other job, however, had not been as easy going as his first. Two to three times a week Darren also worked nights as a waiter at a semi-expensive Italian restaurant across town. It was a pain getting there, but the tips were good and they always seemed to need the extra bit of cash. Darren had even taken to storing some away in a small box in the closet, incase there was an emergency or they needed it for some reason. When he had called the manager to request the next Tuesday and Thursday off, he had been informed that they werort-ort-handed and that he either showed up or shouldn’t bother to work there at all. Given his choices he was there Tuesday night, though it had been hell. Luckily all employees were forced to wear long-sleeved cuffed shirts. A dress code that normally had Darren cussing, but now he was thankful for it.
It was Wednesday now, only a day away from the one-week anniversary of his attempted suicide. It had been nearly a week and there stood Darren, once again, in the bathroom. The shower curtain had been re-hung, a large hand-mirror had been taped to the wall by Daniel to replace the one Darren had shattered. The still-fresh memories flooded back into Darren’s mind. Emotions that he was not yet able to deal with. Anger bubbled up inside of him as he stared at his reflection, glaring back at him hatefully.
‘Look at you…’ his mind hissed, ‘Your worthless…Ugly…’
"No! Stop it!" He screamed at himself, breaking his gaze awrom rom the mirror and holding onto the counter for support. The tiles below him were still stained scarlet, perhaps the stains would never come out. They would have to buy a new rug for the bathroom soon.
‘Yes!’ his mind yelled back, ‘You’re an ugly…worthless…little waste of space! Daniel will never love you!’ Darren was shaking his head rapidly now, his knees about to buckle.
"Yes he will!" Darren tried to reassure himself as tears of anger and self-loathing streamed down his face. ‘No he wont…You saw what he did when you told him how you felt…he ignored you…you deserve to be ignored! Just like the trash you are. Nobody would miss you…’
"Stop it!" he screamed at himself, taking the hand mirror from the wall and smashing it against the counter. He looked down at the broken pieces of the mirror, his body shaking in silent anger. ‘There…did that make you feel better? Did that help?’ his mind sneered viciously, ‘You cant hide it!’ Darren was gripping his blonde locks, nearly tearing his own hair out in an act not unlike sheer panic. He was shaking his head, tears pouring down his face as he muttered the word "No," over and over again in hopes that it would override the voice inside his head.
‘Come on…you actually think that someone would miss you? That Daniel would miss you? It’s so easy…just pick up the glass…’ Darrens eyes found their way down to the largest shard of glass. A single tear ran down his cheek as a shaking hand reached down for the shard of glass. ‘That’s it…there you go…’ his mind soothed as Darren wrapped his hand around the cool sharp edges. He took a sharp intake of breath and winced as the glass sliced through the sensitive skin of his palm so easily. Startled he dropped the glass back into the sink with a sickening clatter.
"No!" he cried out smashing his bloodied fist against the wall "No!" he cried again refusing to succumb to the voice, "Not again…I promised…" With a sweep of his arm he knocked the glass shards along with the other bottles and objects to the ground violently. ‘Oh great! Now look what you’ve done you idiot!’ the voice was back to criticizing him again ‘You’re nothing but a mess! Just one big mess!’ Darren sank to his knees tearing at his hair, he caught a glimpse of himself in the shattered glass. His hair…always so dirty…he hated it. He hated himself. But he had promised Daniel… "Dammit!" he cried out in frustration curling in on himself.
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Daniel once again found himself walking into their tiny apartment. He had left work an hour early, For some reason he had gotten a really bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. Much like the way he felt when Darren…No! He couldn’t have… Daniel thought to himself quickly running through the apartment, Darren was no where to be found but once again the bathroom door was slightly ajar.
"No!" he shouted panic rushing through him. "Darren! Darren! Answer me!" he made a mad dash for the bathroom flinging the door open as he went. Glass was all over the floor, the hand mirror he had placed on the wall was gone. Bottles everywhere… "Oh god!" Daniel cried seeing the blood smeared all th the wall. But where was Darren? ‘Oh god… could he have…’ "Darren! Where are you!?" he turned from the bathroom, his stomach doing flip flops on itself. He was about to head back into the bedroom when he stopped dead in his tracks, he even jumped back a little.
"I'm here Daniel." It was Darren, only his hair…Daniel stood agape at his friend taking in the new image. His porcelain face looked almost angelic, framed by long luscious jet-black locks giving him a surreal appearance. "Y-you don’t like it…It was a stupid idea, I just—"
"No," Daniel spoke quickly, "No Darren it looks great. Fantastic even." He still stood there in shock as the shorter man fidgeted under his gaze
"I just…I couldn’t handle…I needed a change." Darren looked down and for the first time Daniel noticed that he was shaking.
"Oh Darren," he embraced the now raven haired singer tightly "I was afraid that you had…" he choked on his words. "Never mind" Darren seemingly calmed in his embrace
"I'm sorry that you don’t like it. It makes me look like a freak doesn’t it?" he whispered weakly.
"Darren, no, no I love it" ‘It’s beautiful’ he added silently ’Your beautiful.’
"Really?" Darren asked hopefully. He pulled himself away from Darren looking at him once more, taking in his deep blue eyes, his full lips…’Daniel stop it!’ he told himself firmly.
"It suites you."
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