eric van der woodsen [not finished]

[eric van der woodsen]

ERIC VAN DER WOODSEN

• • » ABOUT YOU !

YOUR NAME ,Haley
YOUR AGE ,14
EXPERIENCE ,about a year and a half; i own my own site
OTHER CHARACTERS,none

• • » ABOUT YOUR CHARACTER !

NAME ,Eric Van Der Woodsen
AGE ,14
GENDER ,Male
GRADE ,Freshman
SEXUALITY ,Heterosexual
CANNON OR ORIGINAL ,Cannon

• • » APPEARANCE !

DESCRIPTION [minimum of 350 words] , Standing at a height of five - foot - six, average for his age, Eric appears quite normal. Blond medium - length hair hangs to his brow line and leads to his slightly feminine face. His face is naturally pale with rosy cheeks and lips.
PLAYED BY ,Connor Paolo

• • » PERSONALITY !

GENERAL [minimum of 350 words] ,
LIKES ,
DISLIKES ,

• • » HISTORY !

BRIEF HISTORY [minimum of 450 words] ,
FAMILY ,
EXTENDED FAMILY ,

• • » AND THEN SOME !

PASSWORD ,
RP EXAMPLE ,
Jersey limped into the cafeteria, brace still on his leg from the night before. He was basically in his pajamas still. A pair of baggy gray sweat pants and a gray Saosin sweatshirt. That is what he would stay in all day, because, it was Saturday. And that meant doing nothing all day.

Ingrid had wanted him to eat here, so that was the only reason he would be shocked in a few minutes. Searching around the the booths, he caught a glimpse of Ingrid's hair. But there was someone across from her. Fall. He felt his throat tighten. What if Fall told Ingrid that he had been flirting with her. What if he lost them both? His whole body hurt, and then there was nothing as his body limply fell to the ground.

Sitting on the bed, I took off my glasses, and caressed the gun in my hands. Dad took good care of it, polishing the wood and the metal at least once a week. Taking the bullet out of my pocket, I held it for a moment, thanking God for the little chunk of metal that would be plummeting through my head. I put the bullet into the gun, and took off safety. Looking at it one more time, I thought about if this was the only answer. I shook my head no, and stuck the cold, oily metal in my mouth, my finger on the trigger. The oil was harsh on my tongue, making me more nervous. I took the gun out of my mouth and put it to my temple. Good bye Earth, I thought to myself. Clenching my teeth, I put pressure on the trigger until there was enough to make the bullet leave the gun. It hit me hard, like nothing I had ever felt. My body was no longer mine, falling in whichever direction it wanted. My head hit my pillow, and that was all. I thought I was dead.

I woke up, not feeling anything. I couldn't breathe. Something was doing that for me. As I attempted to open an eye, I noticed that light was only shining through one eyelid. Why was that? Did he really shoot himself last night, or was it a dream? Finally, he focused on opening his eyelids enough that they allowed light to shine through; though everything was blurry. Well, in one eye at least. The other had nothing. Forcing his eyes to open the rest of the way, he began to focus, and the room became more clear. His parents were sitting in plastic chairs, and he was in a hospital bed with hundreds of wires and tubes in his body. He attempted to make a noise, but realized that if you had a tube stuck down your throat it was basically impossible.

I tried to speak; to get Mom's attention. All that came out of it was a shot of pain in my throat and a strange coughing sound. Trying to look around again, I saw that I was in an ICU, and it seemed like I had been there a while. Flowers covered the entire room, as did cards, and Mom and Dad's favorite pictures of me. All I could do was try and focus out all of that stuff, and focus on the angst that was built inside of me. I couldn't even kill myself right. I sent a bullet plummeting through my skull, and still couldn't even kill myself. I wanted to scream so badly, and run away, but that was impossible. I was paralyzed, hardly being able to move my eyes.

A sharp pain hit my head, as if I were thinking too much. Just then, a nurse came in and saw my open eyes. "Are You Awake?" She asked me. Of course I was awake you idiot! Is what I wanted to say, but all I could do was make the dying cat noise again. The nurse shook awake my parents, and the next thing I knew, my mother was sobbing, and my father was basically in the bed with me, thanking God. If I could punch him in the face, then I sure would.

Sobs are the only sounds I can here. Mom and Dad are so happy it's not even funny. In a way I feel terrible for what I did to them; I must have caused them so much pain. Then again, I should feel bad for myself. I can't move. I can't breath. I can't see. I can't kill myself. I tried to move away from their heaving bodies, but Mom grabbed me, holding me to her breast like I was a baby. She smelled good; she was wearing the perfume I gave her for Christmas last year. Or whatever Christmas I was 'alive' for last.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the nurse adjusting knobs, and taking notes on my awkward behavior. She stepped out of the room for a moment, calling someone on her walkie talkie. Soon after, a doctor came in, asking my parents to leave. "Well son, you did quite a job on yourself." I tried to move; to grab hold of him but my body disobeyed. It stayed where it was, immobilizing me. The doctor half sat on the bed, shining a light in each of my eyes. He shined it in my left eye, and I blinked from the brightness of it. I felt him hold open my other eye lid, but did not see anything. If I had control of my breathe that moment, I'm sure I would be hyperventilating.

I wanted to shout out, Where is my vision? And I tried, but all that came out was that dying cat noise again. The doctor noticed my struggle. 'If you don't calm down, I'll have to give you a sedative.' I stopped, not wanting to go into an eternal rest, for the second time. The doctor smiled to himself as I calmed down. 'You know,' he told me, 'Kids like you don't appreciate life. I get you in here, and you seem like you have the perfect life. Except the fact you tried to kill yourself. I don't get why teens like you are such pricks these days.' Those words stung my ears. I strained my strength so hard; yet all I could do was move the tip of my finger the slightest bit.

The doctor came back to my side, this time reaching for my legs. I saw him moving them; I couldn't fell a thing. Again I tried to scream. It was like a living nightmare. I was so scared and had so many emotions running through my head. I almost wanted my mom back in her; to rest my head on her breasts.

I felt a tear roll down my face; it moistened my dry skin, and started a whole parade of tears. The doctor threw me this 'Don't be a girl thingy' look. But I couldn't stop. The pain was too much. The mental pain. I couldn't decide whether to be happy I wasn't gone, or pissed that I wasn't dead, or scared because I couldn't move. Finally my mom and dad came back in, and I felt her breathe on my face instantly calming me. My parents were here. I was like a little boy who had been lost in a mall, and was just reunited with my mommy and daddy.