Danielle Jones's Story

It started like this. Meet someone you end up considering a friend. Something happens that seems awkward for a moment. Then you kiss and are instantly in love, right? Well, aside of something like that actually being true, something bad always comes out of happiness. In this case, one of them just gives up while the other is eaten alive by whatever goddamn thing happened and ends up becoming sad and depressed. Depressed doesn't sound too bad, does it? Well if that's what you think, you've obviously have never been depressed. When someone's depressed, the only thing they feel is hurt and pain and more than half of the time they don't even know why they're so upset. They feel a tug in the pit of their soul. A tug in the middle of their being. A tug that just edges them on. Making them become sad and miserable. Pushing them to a point that no human being can understand unless they themselves had felt it. This point it called by many names. Some call it the high point in depression, some call it the end, and some call it the point of no return, which is the name I prefer. This is the point where the being that has came to that point decides there's no meaning in their life and that they can't go on. That's when the blade comes out. That's when the noose is tied. When the bottle of pills come out and a gun. The blade will cut, the noose will hang, the bottle will be emptied, and the gun will be shot.The sad thing about all this is the fact that it is caused by love gone bad; and I think that's one of the worse things in the world.

I hate being a girl sometimes. You have periods that come with bitchy attitudes. You need to keep up your figure and wear a hell of a lot of makeup to make yourself feel pretty and feel like other people will think your pretty. You have to wear bars that just get uncomfortable after a while. You can be a whore and get upset when someone calls you a whore. You get treated like guys property with them calling you their girl. And you fall in love fast and hard just because the guy you go out with tells you they love you and gives you a good kiss and feels on you a little. Well, if you ask me, I hate all that shit and wish I could just quit it all. But, damn, I can't do that.

I look around my room and see the small knife I've been using. It's not a pocket knife, just a small knife with a stone handle and a silver blade. It sit's on my dresser in front of my mirror next to my hair brush. I look closely at the dresser and all the things on it from where I sit on my bed. There's my pink striped makeup case containing eyeliner, eye shadow, mascara, lip gloss, and various other makeup related utensils at the far left of the dresser. Next to it is two bottles of hair spray and my perfume. Next to that is a small wooden jewelry book that contains a few rings, silver bracelets, and silver necklaces. I stop looking at the stuff on the dresser and my eyes land on my reflection in the mirror. My blonde hair is perfectly done and in place. I wear my little pink girly dress showing off the light skin tone. Around my neck hangs my golden necklaces. I have a faint smile on my face, but I know the pain behind it. I look at the suitcase on my bed and then look down and faintly close my eyes.

Over the pass mouth I guess, Jon and four other dumbasses who messed up their relationships and have a girlfriend or boyfriend that's all depressed and shit now decided to hit up this place all the way in Ireland. Now me and these two others are being forced to pack our bags and go to some dainty little town in Ireland. Ireland for Christ sake! I open my eyes and look right at my left wrist that's on my bed holding me up by my hand as I sit. I'm wearing my golden bracelets on each wrist, but the more balk bracelets are on my left to cover the scars. Those damn scars. I always have to hide them so no body asks any questions.

I stand up from my bed and walk over to the mirror. I stare at myself in the mirror and smile that small fake smile. I let out a sigh and grab everything off my dresser and stuff it in my suit case. After all the stuff is in the suitcase, I stare at it and look for a minute. The knife was still sitting on my dresser. I turn around and tilt my head at it slightly. I walk across my floor slowly and pick it off the dresser. As my hand was reaching for the knife, I caught my eyes again in the mirror. It was like I was telling myself that what I was going to do was wrong and I shouldn't do it. But I shook it off and pick the knife up, walked back over to my bag, and put it in my makeup bag. After that, I closed my suitcase and dragged it out of my room and throw my ever so clean and empty apartment. I wanted to beat the traffic to the airport. "Off to Ireland." I told myself sarcastically and stepped in the elevator, thinking about how the other people there are going to be like.

((OOC: Kinda long, sorry! Anyways, we'll just write the first post as if we're leaving our homes and heading to the airport. We're not going to do a post on the plane ride there, just the post leaving your home and the post arriving there.

Old Town was just that. An old town. There wasn't many people in the town at all. Only a few people looked like they actually lived there, other than that everyone looked like tourist or backpackers. In the airport, I saw Jon, but in both shyness and plan stubbornness, I didn't want to see him and left the airport by myself. Hopping into a cab and riding off. I told the cab driver where I was suppose to be going. I was expecting some leprechaun looking guy, but this guy looked like he was from India. Wow, what a world we're turning into. Anyways, Old Town was a very old town and wasn't anywhere near the airport. It was about and hour to an hour and a half away. The whole time I just looked out the window, deciding the places I should check out sometime before this little trip wraps up.

One place in particular I saw was a light house on a little hill next to a big lake or the ocean (I don't know where ever it was, I don't know Ireland like that). It was old looking but peaceful looking as well with it's faded white and blue paint and the green and yellowish grass alongside the navy blue of the lake with the blue sky and white clouds in the background. It was so beautiful to me that I actually smiled to myself. The cab driver noticed this and squinted his eyes at me.

"You like Irish-lin?" He asked with an Arabian accent.

"Huhmm? You mean Ireland?" I asked back with a tiny bit of cockiness I did not mean to add.

"Yeah, Irish-lin," He replied with a nod.

"I don't know. It's my first time here," I said turning my head to look back out the window.

The cab driver didn't say anything after that and it was all silence. We were coming past a graveyard, by the looks of it. Every gravestone had a cross made into it like a little attached statue. I don't know why, but it creped me out just passing by it. A little further down the road was this old little deserted homestead that had four little houses on it that wear made out of cobblestone. All over the lands on the home wear small one brick high walls. The cab driver said he learned that they were to "keep evil sprits, faes, witches, and creatures off the property". Was that true? I have no idea, so I just got to believe him I guess.

We finally came up to a little house down a long road lined with trees and a forest on either side, which looked like a cool place to explore. The house was small looking, but It really wasn't with two floors, an attic, and a basement. The property was large and had a barn on it with Purebred Irish horses, Irish Wolfhounds and their pups, Border Collies and their pups, and a few goats. It was a nice place. They also had a garden where they grew everything from normal vegetables and fruits to flowers. It was a really beautiful little house. I stepped out of the cad, paid the driver, and grabbed my bag with a heave out of the back seat. I watched the cab drive back down the long drive.

I turned around with a sigh and took a closer look at the house. It had extra clear windows with no shades in front of them just the little bit of the opened curtains. The house had old cracking white paint on it and a bright red, wooded door. I walked up to the door, dragging my stuff along with me, and was about to knock on the door when I saw a written note on the door. It read:

[i]Dear Guests,

I regret to not have informed you sooner on the matter, but we have a bit of a dilemma. No one was able to be at the home in the arrival of every one of you. So we decided that you shall all need to wait until everyone of you are at the home and introduce your selves before taking the small map of the property over on the table in front of the front window and instructions explaining how to find the key to the front door. I would advise you all to please work together and become familiar with each other. This exercise should not only have brought you all together but brought out your best and worst about yourselves. Staying at this home will make you learn about the others here and become friends and maybe even find the love of you lives.

A fháil chomh maith.
Get along.

An garraíodóir
Mr. Reigly

I let out a loud sigh and rolled my eyes then turned around, setting my bag down and sitting on the steps of the house. I put my elbows on my knees and my head in my hands. After a few minutes, my bag decides it wants to come alive and it falls over and slides down the steps of the house and lands on the ground. "Oh my god," I breath out with a sigh and put my eyes in my palms. I don't know how long it was before I heard another car coming down the long driveway and stop in front of the house. I looked up and watch and wait for someone to come out of the cab.

((OOC: I decided to be a little fancy and use a font call fantasy this post, anyways, people can now begin arriving at the house in Old Town, remember that Danielle is already sitting there so she's just waiting to see who the person/people is in the cab that pulled up so don't make a paradox and say you walked up to the door and knocked without mentioning Danielle or the letter right on the fucking door! Anyways...you may make next post now ^-^)