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Lord of the Rings Movies › General › Lord of the Ring Stars
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
2,878
Reviews:
38
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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This is work of fiction! I do not know the celebrity(ies) I am writing about, and I do not profit from these writings.
The Downfall.
Chapter 3 The Downfall.
Sonia Bloom entered her son’s room carrying a tray of vegetable stir-fry, and a glass of apple juice around seven O’clock. Setting the tray down on her son’s desk, she moved to the bed and eased down on it next to Orlando. And sat there for a number of minutes watching her son sleep peacefully. Gently, she reached out and smoothed several of Orlando’s long unruly curls off his forehead. Orlando leaned into the touch, allowing a ghost of a smile to spread across his face. Thinking that the smile was at her action Sonia smiled as well.
“Viggo?” Orlando murmured in his sleep.
Sonia froze. Who was this Viggo person??? Reaching out for her son’s shoulder she gently shook him awake,
“Orli? Honey? Time to wake up…”
Orlando still wrapped in his pleasant dream, rolled over and buried his face in his pillow, reaching a seeking hand out looking for Viggo. Finding nothing but open space where he thought Viggo ought to be, Orlando’s eyes snapped open.
“Viggo?”
Orlando looked around his room in confusion…suddenly memories of the past few weeks came tearing back into his brain. Tears instantly rose up in his eyes and he felt like his world had ended all over again. He needed release and he needed it NOW!!!! Turning over he was about to jump out of bed, when his eyes landed on that of the eyes of his confused mother. He hadn’t even known she was in the room.
“Orlando? Son what’s wrong?”
Sonia Bloom had been concerned when her son shot up in bed crying out the name Viggo, but now as she looked at him closer she grew even more concerned. Her son was as white as a ghost, tears streamed down his cheeks as he frantically looked around the room before landing on her.
“Mom??? What are you doing in her
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Orlando asked in a harsh tone. He needed release and as long as his mother was here there was no thatthat he would be able to get it. He needed her to leave.
“I brought you supper honey. Sam and I thought that you might be hungry.”
Sonia stood; going to the desk she picked up the tray and brought it over to the bed before setting it down in her son’s lap.
Orlando looked down at the food, it was one of his favorites normally but at the moment it just made him feel sick to his stomach. Bile rose up in his throat, swallowing it he pushed the tray away.
“I’m not mom…please…it’s…”
Orlando never finished his sentence; grabbing his stomach with his left hand he pushed the tray further away with his right before bolting out of bed towards the bathroom. Skidding to a stop inches from the toilet he sacrificed the contents of his stomach to the porcelain god. (1) Moaning in agony, he leaned his head down on the cold surface of the seat.
His mom was at his side in an instant; grabbing a washcloth off the counter she began washing off the sweat that had gathered on his neck. Gently rubbing circles in his trembling back.
“Oh sweet heart…I think we should take you to the doctors…”
Orlando groaned, he didn’t need a doctor…he needed release…he needed to cut himself. But knowing his mom, he would end up at the doctors no matter how much he denied needing one, and then it would be up…the doctor would find the cuts and he would have to explain everything. Bile rose to his throat at the thought of his secret getting out and soon he was once again emptying the contents of his stomach into the toilet.
Pushing himself up off the floor of the bathroom…Orlando shrugged off his mothers hand that rested on his shoulder.
“I don’t need a doctor mom…it’s just a bug…I probably just ate something weird, that my stomach didn’t agree with or something.”
“Orli? How could vegetables cause you so much angst?”
“I’m not a vegetarian anymore mom…I started eating meat in New Zealand.”
Pushing past his mother, Orlando made his way back to his bed and crawled in under the sheets. GOD HE FELT AWFUL. Rolling over onto his side, he curled into a ball facing the wall. Feeling a shift of weight on the bed, he groaned inwardly and turned over to find his mother’s concerned face looking down at him.
“I know that you don’t want to go to the doctors honey…but you seem to be really sick.”
At her son’s pained look she smiled,
“I’ll tell you what we’omprompromise, Let me take your temperature… and you try to drink a little of this apple juice afterwards…and get some sleep. Then if your still not feeling well in the morning…then and only then will I take you to the doctor? OK?”
Giving a small nod, Orlando rolled back over to face the wall, while his mother went to the bathroom to get the thermometer. When she returned he obediently opened his mouth and allowed her to place the little glass tube under his tongue. Sonia then sat down on the bed again and gently rolled her son towards her…placing his head upon her lap. She started to rock back and forth…trying to loll her son towards sleep.
After a while she reached for the thermometer, and slipped it out of Orli’s mouth. Looking at it under the light she sighed in relief… Orlando was a li war warm but nothing serious. Picking up the glass of apple juice, Sonia brought it to Orli’s lips.
“Here son, just a couple of sips.”
Orlando obeyed quickly…hoping his mother would leave soon so he could sneak into the bathroom and get his relief. And finally as luck would have it, his mother pulled the glass away after about half was gone. Pulling up the covers she tucked them around him, before leaning down and giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. Standing she cleaned up the tray and turned off the lights,
“Goodnight sweetie.”
Closing the door, she was gone.
Jumping out of the bed as soon as the door clicked shut, Orlando practically ran across the room to his dresser, reaching underneath he sighed in relief as his fingers felt the cold tin box. Grasping it he quickly pulled it out and headed full speed to the bathroom, closing and locking the door. He ripped his pants down; pulling the razor blade out of the tin box he quickly made a slice on his inner left leg near the crotch. Followed soon by yet another, and another. He allowed the blood to trickle down his leg into his pants…neither caring nor thinking that it might soak through and be seen later. Orlando watched the blood seep out of the wound and down his leg with a somewhat dazed fascination. Reaching towards his inner right thigh he pressed the blade down onto a patch of skin there as well, the pain and pressure of life finally melted away with that fifth and final cut. Pressing a washcloth to the wounds, he wiped them off before grabbing a role of athletic tape and taping the wounds. Tapping the tin box to the backside of the toilet, Orlando took one last look around the bathroom before exiting and crawling back td.
d.
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Days passed and as luck would have it his mother never made him go to the doctors. Life had gotten back to normal for the actor or at least as normal as life was before he had been in cast in Lord of the Rings. He went out to bars pretty much every night with his buddies. Normally managing not to get too drunk although there whermes mes when he found himself drinking way to much, and practically having to crawl home. On the nights he went out he found that he didn’t require the razor blade…yet every morning after, he found himself in the bathroom, slicing away at his skin.
He could tell that his mom and sister suspected something with him. So he tried his hardest to avoid them at all costs whenever necessary he had even taken to locking his room when he left the house just to insure that no one would go in there and stumble over his most prized possession.
He still mentally kicked himself for that first night home, he had been careless and allowed blood to get on his pajama pants, his mom had questioned him about the blood while doing laundry several days later…and he had barely managed to think up something fast enough to get out of thane one of questioning. God he missed, living by him self… as horrible as that sounded …it was true…he hated having to sneak around in hin hon house to avoid the confrontation that was bound to happen otherwise.
Orlando arrived home one day, about a month and a half since he had returned to Canterbury from New Zealand. Upon entering the house, he heard his mothers voice call from the kitchen,
“Orli honey is that you? You’ve got a letter”
Orlando raced into the kitchen hoping that the letter might be from one of the hobbits…maybe from Elijah or Dom, he had missed them so much. Grabbing the letter off the table Orlando ripped it open. Upon seeing the unmistakable writing of Viggo, his smile instantly vanished, and a lump grew in his throat.
Dear Orlando,
I hope this letter finds you in good health, I have recently talked to Beanie and have found out that you were rather shook up about what happened. For that I am extremely sorry…I never meant for anything like that to befall you. At the time I was confused and worried about what our relationship would do to you and your life if it were allowed to continue. I am sorry for any hard ships that my decision has caused you. And I wish you the best.
Please Orlando know that our time together was fun…but in the end you know as well as I did that it could and would never last it was just a fling, something that stayed in New Zealand. It was to be that way from the start, a secret, a memory shared of a good time. You were amazing Orli, but it wasn’t fair to either of us to expect it to continue…you are after all many, many years younger than I. And continuing to stay with me would have robbed you of those last few precious years of your childhood.
I wish you the best and hopefully one day…you may in your heart find it possible to forgive me.
Sincerely,
Viggo.
Sonia and Sam who had walked in, moments before Orlando finished reading the letter stared in shock at the youngest member of the family. Tears flowed down his cheeks, and he looked to grow sadder and sadder by the minute. His shoulders slumped, till they were almost to his waist. Suddenly his demeanor changed and he was red with anger and he looked to practically have steam coming out of his ears. Slamming his hand down on the table top in anger when he was finished reading the letter, he looked up at them with tears poo in in his eyes. Crumpling up the letter, Orlando raced out of the room and up the stairs to his room, before slamming the doort sot so loud that it rattled through the house.
Upon entering his room, he moved to his stereo and cranked the music up extremely loud, before moving back to his door and locking it. Grabbing the first thing that he could get his handshe hhe hurled it across the room watching in satisfaction as it shattered on the wall. Heading into the bathroom, he grabbed his blade out from its box under the toilet and moved back into his bedroom. Lying down on his bed, he looked at the letter once more.
“It was fun!” Orlando screamed through the air, lifting his shirt he brought his blade to his armpit. “YOU FUCKING BASTARD!!!! I LOVED YOU!!!!” He screamed before slicing his skin open. Orlando continued to hack away at his skin.
Downstairs, his mom and sister stood in shock at Orlando’s behavior; they had decided not to follow him as he left the room, especially after the music started, when he blasted music it was best to leave him alone for a while.
Unknown to them upstairs Orlando was geg reg ready to kill himself, he held the blade inches from his wrist. Feelings of depression gripped his heart. No one wanted him.
*Stupid Viggo…before he came along I was fine…I was normal hell I liked girls. Now all I can think about is the bastard. I’ve destroyed myself…I never used to be this worthless…no one cares…mom and Sam haven’t even come up to talk to me…. I guess they don’t care about me anymore either…wish I wasn’t so worthless. *
Just as he was about to make his final cut, a knock sounded at his door…
“Orli? Can I come in?”
It was Sam. Growling in either annoyance or relief he didn’t know which. Orlando stood up and threw his shirt on before pulling a black sweatshirt on to hide any blood that decided to soak througs whs white t-shirt. Opening a drawer in his dresser Orlando slide the blade into the box and slipped it and the letter inside the drawer. Reaching up he turned down his music. And headed for the door. He didn’t open it he just unlocked it, before turning back to his bed and lying down on it face first.
Sam opened the door, seconds later. Her heart just about broke at the sight of her little brother… boy boy was a mess hell his room was a mess. Sitting down on the bed, she reached out for Orlando and dragged him until his upper body was lying across her lap. Neither of them said anything to the other, Sam just started rubbing soothing circles into his back, shoulders and neck.
After a while the tears stopped, and Orli was just left with an empty feeling…he was so confused…all he wanted was his life to get back to normal like it had been before Viggo. But he didn’t think that was possible. He was grateful to Sam for showing up when she did, he had no doubt that if she didn’t he would be dead right now.
“What happened Orli?”
Sam whispered,
“I don’t really want to talk about it Sam…it hurts to much.”
“Okay Orli…but I want you to know that I’m here and that mom and I love you very much…so don’t you ever feel like you have no one to talk to alright?”
Orlando nodded into her lap, before snuggling into it more and enjoying her soothing touch. It reminded him of how she used to comfort him after their father had died of cancer. He had only been about five at the time; Sam had even then through her own turmoil comforted him. A memory he would always be grateful for. (2)
Feeling the trickle of blood, Orlando pulled away from his sister…he ed ted to get cleaned up. Standing on still shaky legs, Orlando smiled down at his sister…
“Thanks Sam.”
“Don’t mention it Orli.”
Orlando smiled before ducking into the bathroom to clean up.
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Life had gotten back to normal fairly quick after Orlando’s melt down, the letter had been tucked away in the back of Orli’s closet, and had all but been forgotten about. Sam continued to keep an extrose ose eye on Orlando and every time he looked tense she would drag him into a different room lay him down across her lap and gently rub his neck and shoulders calming him down. Because of this the cutting had all but stopped, Orlando still cut once in a great whif tif the tension of life grew to great and he found himself unable to cope with it…but for thet pat part it had stopped.
The day finally came when Orlando would be leaving again…another long plane ride ahead of him. This time he was headed for the Caribbean. Pirates was scheduled to start filming soon and he had been requested to come down a few days earlier to get to know the cast and crew…also for fittings and training. He was going to learn to sword fight he couldn’t wait.
Sam and his mom drove him to the airport to see him off. Sonia hugged her son tightly.
“I’m going to miss you baby! Now you take care of yourself…don’t eat anythstrastrange while you’re down there who knows what will happen. And you had better write or phone at least once a week young man and let us know how you are doing.”
Orlando smiled at his mother….
“Don’t worry mom I will…and don’t worry about me remember I’m a pirate now.”
Sonia smiled and shook her head and her son.
Sam stepped forward,
“You going to be alright brother?”
“Yeah I’ll be good.”
Orli answered with a small touch to his pocket, where a certain tin box resided.
“I can’t believe you’ll be working with Johnny Depp!!! You had better take pictures! And send them to me…and I had better get an autograph!!! I’m never going to forgive yf I f I don’t!”
“Gees Sam he’s just an actor…what’s so great about Johnny Depp?”
“Just an ACTOR!!! Orli he is gorgeous!!!!”
Orlando smiled and playfully punched his sister…”Oh man Sam he can’t be all that great. But don’t worry I’ll get you your autograph.”
The siblings hugged. Before Orlando turned and headed into the terminal. Waving as he left.
A/N: I hope that chapter didn’t suck too much!!! There where places were I was thinking oh man…this sucks. But I got sick of trying to fix it so I decided to post anyways.
1- The porcelain god- that is what my roommates and I call the toilet, Sacrifices normally happen after a night of drinking.
2- I didn’t have a clue as to the were abouts of Orlando’s father…so I just wrote this in…Again it is just me…I have no clue as to if itfactfact or not…
At the end, where I was saying gees what’s so great about Johnny Depp…well I had to put that in there…my brother said that to me one day when I was all but drooling at Johnny in Pirates…and I just about died of a heart attack…my reply was it’s Johnny Depp!
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE Review!!!!! Let me know what you thought.
Sonia Bloom entered her son’s room carrying a tray of vegetable stir-fry, and a glass of apple juice around seven O’clock. Setting the tray down on her son’s desk, she moved to the bed and eased down on it next to Orlando. And sat there for a number of minutes watching her son sleep peacefully. Gently, she reached out and smoothed several of Orlando’s long unruly curls off his forehead. Orlando leaned into the touch, allowing a ghost of a smile to spread across his face. Thinking that the smile was at her action Sonia smiled as well.
“Viggo?” Orlando murmured in his sleep.
Sonia froze. Who was this Viggo person??? Reaching out for her son’s shoulder she gently shook him awake,
“Orli? Honey? Time to wake up…”
Orlando still wrapped in his pleasant dream, rolled over and buried his face in his pillow, reaching a seeking hand out looking for Viggo. Finding nothing but open space where he thought Viggo ought to be, Orlando’s eyes snapped open.
“Viggo?”
Orlando looked around his room in confusion…suddenly memories of the past few weeks came tearing back into his brain. Tears instantly rose up in his eyes and he felt like his world had ended all over again. He needed release and he needed it NOW!!!! Turning over he was about to jump out of bed, when his eyes landed on that of the eyes of his confused mother. He hadn’t even known she was in the room.
“Orlando? Son what’s wrong?”
Sonia Bloom had been concerned when her son shot up in bed crying out the name Viggo, but now as she looked at him closer she grew even more concerned. Her son was as white as a ghost, tears streamed down his cheeks as he frantically looked around the room before landing on her.
“Mom??? What are you doing in her
O
Orlando asked in a harsh tone. He needed release and as long as his mother was here there was no thatthat he would be able to get it. He needed her to leave.
“I brought you supper honey. Sam and I thought that you might be hungry.”
Sonia stood; going to the desk she picked up the tray and brought it over to the bed before setting it down in her son’s lap.
Orlando looked down at the food, it was one of his favorites normally but at the moment it just made him feel sick to his stomach. Bile rose up in his throat, swallowing it he pushed the tray away.
“I’m not mom…please…it’s…”
Orlando never finished his sentence; grabbing his stomach with his left hand he pushed the tray further away with his right before bolting out of bed towards the bathroom. Skidding to a stop inches from the toilet he sacrificed the contents of his stomach to the porcelain god. (1) Moaning in agony, he leaned his head down on the cold surface of the seat.
His mom was at his side in an instant; grabbing a washcloth off the counter she began washing off the sweat that had gathered on his neck. Gently rubbing circles in his trembling back.
“Oh sweet heart…I think we should take you to the doctors…”
Orlando groaned, he didn’t need a doctor…he needed release…he needed to cut himself. But knowing his mom, he would end up at the doctors no matter how much he denied needing one, and then it would be up…the doctor would find the cuts and he would have to explain everything. Bile rose to his throat at the thought of his secret getting out and soon he was once again emptying the contents of his stomach into the toilet.
Pushing himself up off the floor of the bathroom…Orlando shrugged off his mothers hand that rested on his shoulder.
“I don’t need a doctor mom…it’s just a bug…I probably just ate something weird, that my stomach didn’t agree with or something.”
“Orli? How could vegetables cause you so much angst?”
“I’m not a vegetarian anymore mom…I started eating meat in New Zealand.”
Pushing past his mother, Orlando made his way back to his bed and crawled in under the sheets. GOD HE FELT AWFUL. Rolling over onto his side, he curled into a ball facing the wall. Feeling a shift of weight on the bed, he groaned inwardly and turned over to find his mother’s concerned face looking down at him.
“I know that you don’t want to go to the doctors honey…but you seem to be really sick.”
At her son’s pained look she smiled,
“I’ll tell you what we’omprompromise, Let me take your temperature… and you try to drink a little of this apple juice afterwards…and get some sleep. Then if your still not feeling well in the morning…then and only then will I take you to the doctor? OK?”
Giving a small nod, Orlando rolled back over to face the wall, while his mother went to the bathroom to get the thermometer. When she returned he obediently opened his mouth and allowed her to place the little glass tube under his tongue. Sonia then sat down on the bed again and gently rolled her son towards her…placing his head upon her lap. She started to rock back and forth…trying to loll her son towards sleep.
After a while she reached for the thermometer, and slipped it out of Orli’s mouth. Looking at it under the light she sighed in relief… Orlando was a li war warm but nothing serious. Picking up the glass of apple juice, Sonia brought it to Orli’s lips.
“Here son, just a couple of sips.”
Orlando obeyed quickly…hoping his mother would leave soon so he could sneak into the bathroom and get his relief. And finally as luck would have it, his mother pulled the glass away after about half was gone. Pulling up the covers she tucked them around him, before leaning down and giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. Standing she cleaned up the tray and turned off the lights,
“Goodnight sweetie.”
Closing the door, she was gone.
Jumping out of the bed as soon as the door clicked shut, Orlando practically ran across the room to his dresser, reaching underneath he sighed in relief as his fingers felt the cold tin box. Grasping it he quickly pulled it out and headed full speed to the bathroom, closing and locking the door. He ripped his pants down; pulling the razor blade out of the tin box he quickly made a slice on his inner left leg near the crotch. Followed soon by yet another, and another. He allowed the blood to trickle down his leg into his pants…neither caring nor thinking that it might soak through and be seen later. Orlando watched the blood seep out of the wound and down his leg with a somewhat dazed fascination. Reaching towards his inner right thigh he pressed the blade down onto a patch of skin there as well, the pain and pressure of life finally melted away with that fifth and final cut. Pressing a washcloth to the wounds, he wiped them off before grabbing a role of athletic tape and taping the wounds. Tapping the tin box to the backside of the toilet, Orlando took one last look around the bathroom before exiting and crawling back td.
d.
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Days passed and as luck would have it his mother never made him go to the doctors. Life had gotten back to normal for the actor or at least as normal as life was before he had been in cast in Lord of the Rings. He went out to bars pretty much every night with his buddies. Normally managing not to get too drunk although there whermes mes when he found himself drinking way to much, and practically having to crawl home. On the nights he went out he found that he didn’t require the razor blade…yet every morning after, he found himself in the bathroom, slicing away at his skin.
He could tell that his mom and sister suspected something with him. So he tried his hardest to avoid them at all costs whenever necessary he had even taken to locking his room when he left the house just to insure that no one would go in there and stumble over his most prized possession.
He still mentally kicked himself for that first night home, he had been careless and allowed blood to get on his pajama pants, his mom had questioned him about the blood while doing laundry several days later…and he had barely managed to think up something fast enough to get out of thane one of questioning. God he missed, living by him self… as horrible as that sounded …it was true…he hated having to sneak around in hin hon house to avoid the confrontation that was bound to happen otherwise.
Orlando arrived home one day, about a month and a half since he had returned to Canterbury from New Zealand. Upon entering the house, he heard his mothers voice call from the kitchen,
“Orli honey is that you? You’ve got a letter”
Orlando raced into the kitchen hoping that the letter might be from one of the hobbits…maybe from Elijah or Dom, he had missed them so much. Grabbing the letter off the table Orlando ripped it open. Upon seeing the unmistakable writing of Viggo, his smile instantly vanished, and a lump grew in his throat.
Dear Orlando,
I hope this letter finds you in good health, I have recently talked to Beanie and have found out that you were rather shook up about what happened. For that I am extremely sorry…I never meant for anything like that to befall you. At the time I was confused and worried about what our relationship would do to you and your life if it were allowed to continue. I am sorry for any hard ships that my decision has caused you. And I wish you the best.
Please Orlando know that our time together was fun…but in the end you know as well as I did that it could and would never last it was just a fling, something that stayed in New Zealand. It was to be that way from the start, a secret, a memory shared of a good time. You were amazing Orli, but it wasn’t fair to either of us to expect it to continue…you are after all many, many years younger than I. And continuing to stay with me would have robbed you of those last few precious years of your childhood.
I wish you the best and hopefully one day…you may in your heart find it possible to forgive me.
Sincerely,
Viggo.
Sonia and Sam who had walked in, moments before Orlando finished reading the letter stared in shock at the youngest member of the family. Tears flowed down his cheeks, and he looked to grow sadder and sadder by the minute. His shoulders slumped, till they were almost to his waist. Suddenly his demeanor changed and he was red with anger and he looked to practically have steam coming out of his ears. Slamming his hand down on the table top in anger when he was finished reading the letter, he looked up at them with tears poo in in his eyes. Crumpling up the letter, Orlando raced out of the room and up the stairs to his room, before slamming the doort sot so loud that it rattled through the house.
Upon entering his room, he moved to his stereo and cranked the music up extremely loud, before moving back to his door and locking it. Grabbing the first thing that he could get his handshe hhe hurled it across the room watching in satisfaction as it shattered on the wall. Heading into the bathroom, he grabbed his blade out from its box under the toilet and moved back into his bedroom. Lying down on his bed, he looked at the letter once more.
“It was fun!” Orlando screamed through the air, lifting his shirt he brought his blade to his armpit. “YOU FUCKING BASTARD!!!! I LOVED YOU!!!!” He screamed before slicing his skin open. Orlando continued to hack away at his skin.
Downstairs, his mom and sister stood in shock at Orlando’s behavior; they had decided not to follow him as he left the room, especially after the music started, when he blasted music it was best to leave him alone for a while.
Unknown to them upstairs Orlando was geg reg ready to kill himself, he held the blade inches from his wrist. Feelings of depression gripped his heart. No one wanted him.
*Stupid Viggo…before he came along I was fine…I was normal hell I liked girls. Now all I can think about is the bastard. I’ve destroyed myself…I never used to be this worthless…no one cares…mom and Sam haven’t even come up to talk to me…. I guess they don’t care about me anymore either…wish I wasn’t so worthless. *
Just as he was about to make his final cut, a knock sounded at his door…
“Orli? Can I come in?”
It was Sam. Growling in either annoyance or relief he didn’t know which. Orlando stood up and threw his shirt on before pulling a black sweatshirt on to hide any blood that decided to soak througs whs white t-shirt. Opening a drawer in his dresser Orlando slide the blade into the box and slipped it and the letter inside the drawer. Reaching up he turned down his music. And headed for the door. He didn’t open it he just unlocked it, before turning back to his bed and lying down on it face first.
Sam opened the door, seconds later. Her heart just about broke at the sight of her little brother… boy boy was a mess hell his room was a mess. Sitting down on the bed, she reached out for Orlando and dragged him until his upper body was lying across her lap. Neither of them said anything to the other, Sam just started rubbing soothing circles into his back, shoulders and neck.
After a while the tears stopped, and Orli was just left with an empty feeling…he was so confused…all he wanted was his life to get back to normal like it had been before Viggo. But he didn’t think that was possible. He was grateful to Sam for showing up when she did, he had no doubt that if she didn’t he would be dead right now.
“What happened Orli?”
Sam whispered,
“I don’t really want to talk about it Sam…it hurts to much.”
“Okay Orli…but I want you to know that I’m here and that mom and I love you very much…so don’t you ever feel like you have no one to talk to alright?”
Orlando nodded into her lap, before snuggling into it more and enjoying her soothing touch. It reminded him of how she used to comfort him after their father had died of cancer. He had only been about five at the time; Sam had even then through her own turmoil comforted him. A memory he would always be grateful for. (2)
Feeling the trickle of blood, Orlando pulled away from his sister…he ed ted to get cleaned up. Standing on still shaky legs, Orlando smiled down at his sister…
“Thanks Sam.”
“Don’t mention it Orli.”
Orlando smiled before ducking into the bathroom to clean up.
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Life had gotten back to normal fairly quick after Orlando’s melt down, the letter had been tucked away in the back of Orli’s closet, and had all but been forgotten about. Sam continued to keep an extrose ose eye on Orlando and every time he looked tense she would drag him into a different room lay him down across her lap and gently rub his neck and shoulders calming him down. Because of this the cutting had all but stopped, Orlando still cut once in a great whif tif the tension of life grew to great and he found himself unable to cope with it…but for thet pat part it had stopped.
The day finally came when Orlando would be leaving again…another long plane ride ahead of him. This time he was headed for the Caribbean. Pirates was scheduled to start filming soon and he had been requested to come down a few days earlier to get to know the cast and crew…also for fittings and training. He was going to learn to sword fight he couldn’t wait.
Sam and his mom drove him to the airport to see him off. Sonia hugged her son tightly.
“I’m going to miss you baby! Now you take care of yourself…don’t eat anythstrastrange while you’re down there who knows what will happen. And you had better write or phone at least once a week young man and let us know how you are doing.”
Orlando smiled at his mother….
“Don’t worry mom I will…and don’t worry about me remember I’m a pirate now.”
Sonia smiled and shook her head and her son.
Sam stepped forward,
“You going to be alright brother?”
“Yeah I’ll be good.”
Orli answered with a small touch to his pocket, where a certain tin box resided.
“I can’t believe you’ll be working with Johnny Depp!!! You had better take pictures! And send them to me…and I had better get an autograph!!! I’m never going to forgive yf I f I don’t!”
“Gees Sam he’s just an actor…what’s so great about Johnny Depp?”
“Just an ACTOR!!! Orli he is gorgeous!!!!”
Orlando smiled and playfully punched his sister…”Oh man Sam he can’t be all that great. But don’t worry I’ll get you your autograph.”
The siblings hugged. Before Orlando turned and headed into the terminal. Waving as he left.
A/N: I hope that chapter didn’t suck too much!!! There where places were I was thinking oh man…this sucks. But I got sick of trying to fix it so I decided to post anyways.
1- The porcelain god- that is what my roommates and I call the toilet, Sacrifices normally happen after a night of drinking.
2- I didn’t have a clue as to the were abouts of Orlando’s father…so I just wrote this in…Again it is just me…I have no clue as to if itfactfact or not…
At the end, where I was saying gees what’s so great about Johnny Depp…well I had to put that in there…my brother said that to me one day when I was all but drooling at Johnny in Pirates…and I just about died of a heart attack…my reply was it’s Johnny Depp!
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