When Beginnings End - Comments

Like there could possibly be some togetherness? Not even love or sex just companionship with that? It's not a request to change your story or anything its just me thinking.

I love this! I feel like it's a lawn mower starting. Pull. Try again. Pull. Try again. Over and over. Maybe it won't start and then maybe it will. I feel like the ocean one could start a whole life, a story y'know? This is seriously beautiful and amazing.

He got saved. YaY!!!!!!!!
Love ya

amazing as always, i love water deaths. they are so violent. i think this was my favorite chapter so far.

WoW. I loved them all. They all are greeeeat
Love ya

.. o.o i dont.. understand... umm... waht? :)

Awwwwww :) xx

Gah! He died again, but that was my favorite chapter so far I think. He actually got to talk and spend time with Gee.

Oh my God this is horrible. D:
But I love it.

omb! he just keeps killing himself! its so sad. it really fucking is.
but i love this :DDDDD

...
I just died.
I think.
I'm gunna.
Go die some more.
Maybe orgasm.
Maybe just.
I don't know.
Wow.

Sorry. I don't usually write that much that fast. Prolly should have pm it. But this is kind of driving me crazy that he just keeps dying and nothing else happens.

oh my shit. thats like the longest comment ever...the one before mine. just saying.
and i so didnt think he was going to die in this one...seeing as it almost seemed like he saw like angle gee last chapter....but maybe im wrong. looking forward to whatevers comeing :D

I am PRETENDING to be your co-writer. For your entertainment, here is the next imaginary chapter, in GERARD'S POV.

“Sorry,” I said, looking with a jolt at the boy who’s shoulder I’d knocked with my own. The kid looked at me and then kept walking with his head down, like he was used to it from high school. I felt bad. I wanted to cheer the kid up, but I didn’t know him, and the kid just kept walking, at a swift pace. I reluctantly turned and continued up the sidewalk until I got to my girlfriend’s house. I knocked on the door and rang the doorbell. After a minute, I rang it again, repeatedly. Sometimes she didn’t hear it in her basement, and the driveway was empty, so her parents weren’t home to get the door.

It finally swung open and she stood there with goggles skewed on her forehead and brown hair sticking out weirdly where the elastic wrapped around her head.

“Hey, Gee,” she smiled.

“Hey, Molls. How is the experiment coming?” I said, walking in as she moved aside. It was like saying, ‘How are you?,’ but in Molly speak. She closed the door behind me.

“Fantastic!”

I could tell she had just had a break through, because she was vibrating with excitement as if she’d grabbed a live wire.

“I’m sorry I’m not ready yet. Can you wait half an hour?” She bit her lip.

“Sure.”

I was used to it. I wandered over to the couch and flopped on my back with my head on the arm rest. I didn’t make time sensitive plans for our dates, like dinner reservations or last showings of movies. Molly had the best intentions and a good heart, but her passion for science was a characteristic that would always require making allowances and being flexible. Otherwise, if I interrupted her work, she couldn’t pay attention to me. She was distracted all while we were out. So I had just told her that it was okay if she finished what she was doing when I came by. I didn’t mind. I loved her the way she was and didn’t complain about something that was such a basic part of her personality. It would be like her complaining about me spending Saturdays at music gigs for my band. Just not right if you really love someone and want them to be happy and not interfere with their life passions.

She ran back downstairs into her basement and I listened to the small sounds of her activities. The sound of paper shuffling as she found her notes and scribbled new ones, and then glass clinking -- I imagined that might be beakers or test tubes -- and her cute voice murmuring to herself thoughtfully as she debated over something during her work.

My mind drifted away from her and to the boy I had bumped into. Molly and I both knew what it was like to not fit in, and to be outcasts in high school. We both had people that had gotten us through it, family members and one or two friends that had made life bearable from all the cliques and the bullies and the vain people that thought they were better than us because we didn’t care about our clothes or our hair as much as our homework or our morals and we didn’t get invited to parties.

I wondered if that kid had anybody. He seemed so alone, like he didn’t even have the social skills to look at me or to answer my apology or smile. He was tucked away in that dark place where you go numb except when you break down and hate the whole world.

Maybe I was reading too much into a three second encounter. There just was something in his face and his demeanor that I instantly felt like I understood. I wished I had said something more to him, tried to get to know him, show him that there were some good people in the world that cared. But I had missed the chance now. There was no use dwelling on it. All I could do was be more proactive the next time I met somebody like that. The kid would probably be okay. He would find meaning in life eventually. There were other people in the world who cared besides me and he was bound to bump into one of them.

Suddenly a strange electric feeling in the air tingled against my skin, right through my clothes. The air felt heavy and humid, like I was in a storm cloud. I frowned as it passed and was gone. It felt normal again, but what had happened? Had I imagined it? Was there something wrong with my neurons, making them not fire properly, like when a person about to have a stroke smelled burned toast or something?

I noticed then that it was silent. No muttering or clanking from the basement.

“Molly?” I called.

Nothing.

I got up and investigated, going slowly downstairs, listening. It smelled funny, like burned plastic. Fear cut behind my ribs as I considered the zap of electricity I had felt and worried about what she may have done to herself. What if she was dead? I had always thought she was too smart to do anything stupid, but she loved her science so much that I could see her curiosity driving her to take risks. I should have asked her what she was doing. What if there was an electrical hazard now, and I was walking right into a danger zone?

“Molly?” I called again.

“Gee!” she squealed excitedly from behind me, making me jump in fright. I spun around. She was standing in the doorway at the top of the stairs, a big grin on her face.

“How the hell--?” I started, confused about how she had gotten behind me.

“It worked!”

“What worked?”

I then noticed that she had a tan, her freckles standing out darker than the caramel color that now covered the rest of her skin. She had been pale when she ran down here earlier.

“Are you working on some kind of self-tanner?” I asked, raising a brow. Maybe the experiment had given off a flash of ultraviolet rays and wham-o, instant tan.

“I’ve been spending a lot of time outside lately.”

“What are you talking about? I mean in the last ten minutes.”

“Well, see, in the last ten minutes for you, it’s been the last three months for me.”

I just looked at her. I wasn’t going to dignify that with a response. My face said it all.

I noticed she was dressed differently. All of her clothes were basically the same, jeans and long sleeved t-shirts, but I remembered the shirt that she had answered the door with had had pink sleeves. The one she wore now was green all over.

I smiled, amused.

“You’re funny, Molly. Can we go on our date now? You look pretty with that tan, by the way. You should leave it on for the evening.”

“I mean it! This isn’t a joke!”

“I’m not six. Or gullible. You expect me to believe that a nineteen year old invented time travel in her basement? You’re smart, Molls, but not that smart. Especially if you thought I might believe you.”

She came down the stairs toward me. I stood my ground and she pressed her body up against mine, her chin tilted up defiantly, her face in mine as I looked down at her.

“Come and see,” she said. “I’ll never run out of time to finish one of my experiments before one of our dates again,” she added smugly, teasingly. She moved past me and walked down the rest of the stairs, disappearing around the corner into her lab area.

Against my brain’s better logic, she had made me curious, and I followed her down into her lab.

I'M GOING TO STOP THERE BUT YOU SEE WHERE I AM GOING WITH THIS, RIGHT? haha. Well, hope it entertained you, anyway. This makes me think of youtube, where you make a video and someone makes a video in response. You made a chapter and I made a chapter in response. But I felt inspired.

Anyway, love your stories, all of them. <3 U

This is... wow. I love the structure and concept of each chapter. It's powerful and you've pulled off each suicide beautifully; justifying it, describing how he feels/is numb... it's amazing. I implore you to write more, and if you don't... *threatens*

You've made me cry yet again. It's brilliant.

mehhhhh! he didnt die! yay!

<3

It's so sad but I can't stop reading. Dx I love it to muchh. I blame you for being a great writer. >:l

Oh my god dude, i cant wait for an update.
I like this story- its kinda confusing, but yeah, i really think it's interesting. :D