Written on 19 February 2016

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This is written in my point of view, not D's. Don't tell her I stole her computer and hacked into her account.
~ Roger

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Me: *muttering* Compositions, done. Maths assignment, done. English Podcast done. And now, time for Movie making.

*hears Denise's door bang*

Me: Or maybe not. *gets up and walk out of studio and to Denise's door*

Denise: *through door* YOU... FAILURE... YOU'LL NEVER.... EFFING IDIOT!!

What's she talking about? Somethings wrong.

Me: *knocks on door* Um... D? Something wrong? Or are you just finding it fun to yell at the air?

Denise:... Um... Yeah, I'm fine. Just bored.

Yup. She's lying.

Me: D, don't lie to me. *hears quick footsteps* *hears lock* *tries opening door*

Great. The doors locks. How typical of her. She really doesn't want me in.

Me: D, open the door!

Denise: The door's probably jammed! It kinda needs oil. Too bad we don't have any here. Seems like you would need to get Sam to drive you out to get some.

I'll admit, she's good at lying. Too bad I know her too well: She's buying time.

Me: D, open the door! *tries opening door again*

Denise: I told you. The door is jammed! It needs oil.

Well, she's desperate. Okay, she had better open this damn door!

Me: D!! I swear if you don't open this f*cking damn door, I will personally knock it down!

Denise: I can't!! *I hear door trying to open*

Me: 😑 Nice try

Okay, somethings really wrong. She only acts like that when she's sad, and angry at herself, or someone...

Me: Are you angry at me? 😕

Denise: N- Yes! I HATE YOU, NOW GET AWAY!!

Well, she's lying again.

Me: Fine... *walks back to studio* But she forgot one thing 😏 *pulls out a key from a drawer in studio* I've got the key to her room.

Me: *walk to her door once again, and slits key into keyhole* *opens door*

Me: D? *sees Denise looking at me*

Denise: I told you! I-I hate you, and... I want you out of my... room!

Her voice sounds uneven. The room was dark, and I could make out her figure. I walked closer to her, but she took a step back.

Me: Don't lie to me.

Denise: I'm not lying!

Me: Yeah right. *one step closer*

Denise: *one step back*

Me: D, tell me what's wrong.

Denise: Nothings wrong. *sob escapes her*

Me: D...

I walked over to her, and she backed up once again. We kept doing this till she was against the wall. Then I was close enough to see her face.

Her eyes were red, and puffy. Her cheeks were red, and she looked terrible. A regular sight these days. She had been crying.

Me: D... Were you crying?

Denise: N-no. *another sob escapes her*

Me: D, what's wrong?

Denise: W-why do you keep asking? *sniffs*

Me: I wanna know what's wrong, that's all.

Denise: I WAS WEAK! I AM A TOTAL FAILURE! AND I WILL NEVER SUCCEED IN THIS EFFING LIFE!!! THERE! ARE YOU HAPPY?!?

I should be shocked by her outburst, but after knowing her, this just seems normal.

She usually does this alot. She bottles up her feelings, and when someone pushes her to the limit, the whole bottle just bursts, and it all comes out.

Denise: I am weak. I am a failure. *tears slide down her cheeks* *she slides down and sits against the wall*

Me: *sit down next to her* Tell me what happened.

Denise: *she whispered something that I couldn't hear*

Me: What?

Denise: I... the... for... show.

Me: What?

Denise: I forfeited the audition for the Talent show.

Me: What?

Denise: WOULD YOU STOP!!?

I was shocked. She forfeited the auditions for the Talent Show in school?! But, how can she? She's been going on about it for weeks!

Me: You what?

Denise: I told you. I forfeited.

Me: But why?

Denise: Because, I was under pressure. I thought there was another audition day, so I decided to go to that next one. But turns out, they had a slot selected for you. But, no one told me. Until I missed my slot. So, when my friend asked me to tell the teachet, I chickened out, and forfeited. There, happy? *more tears*

Me:...

Denise: I wanted to go so badly, but I missed the slot, and all because I was too chicken, I was too weak, I am a total failure! *hugs legs and curled up into a ball*

Me: There's always next year, right?

Denise: And what? For me to chicken out again? *tears fall again*

Me: Hey, don't say that. *puts arm around shoulder* The world will see, who you really are.

Denise: How do you know? All they see me as is just like I'm not even there. They don't see me for anything. I'm just a girl who is too shy for anything, and would probably fail in every way of life.

Me: Don't think that way.

Denise: But it's the truth. *lies head on shoulder*

Me: No its not. I can see, there's someplace in you where your true self is hiding from the real world. It's just waiting to come out.

Denise: ....

Me: And you would not fail in every way of life. You're just stressed, that's why you are thinking this way. The Denise that I know, is always on the positive side.

Denise: Well, that girl you know, she's not coming back for a long time.

Me: How long is a long time?

Denise: I don't...know.

Me: Well, let's just hope she comes back soon. I'm starting to miss that perky weirdo.

Denise: I told you! You gave no rights to call me a weirdo. *glares*

Me: I know, you've said that about a thousand times by now.

Denise: *smiles* Weirdo here was counting, huh?

Me: Ah, see? There's the smile I know.

Denise: *giggles slightly*

Me: Come on, you've got to go do those homeworks of yours.

Denise: *groans* Roge, did you really have to remind me?

Me: Yes. I've already finished mine. And now it's time for you to do yours.

Denise: Okay... Can I do it tomorrow?

Me: Well, unless you want no time for you to write tomorrow, then sure. But you wanna update something on Sunday, so I suggest you start today, which is Friday.

Denise: Aw...

Me: Come on, I'll help you.

Denise: *smiles* Thanks, but I need to do this on my own. I always do my homework by myself.

Me: Ok, I'll just be in the studio.

Denise: Yeah, sure.

Me: *gets up and walked out of door* *along the way, takes key out of keyhole* Just in case.

I turned to see that Denise's smile had faded and now she was looking for something in yer bag.

She's really... Sad. That plan of mine had better work.

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Finally done. How does D even do this every week? That was long...
~ Roger