I Have No Home / Take Me Home (skit 3)

Hi, now I'm here with part 3. 

The last one's ending though. Ouch. 

I told you this skit story would be painful, and I hate how I first got this whole skit idea at 4 am one day.

Compared to the last skit story's part 3, I feel like this one so far hasn't been as emotional. Haha, don't worry. This trainwreck becomes a lot more emotional later. The majority of the painful and uncomfortable feelings are over with though. Parts 1 and 2 are supposed to be full of dark and heavy content. Even I am a little disturbed by them. 

(tbh sometimes I forget that people besides me read my posts. oops lol.)

Seeing fictional violence doesn't affect me as much as it once did. I might be a little numb to it. Haha whoops! :'D

No content warnings for this part. I think.

Except that I'm very much aro and part of this becomes.. romantic-and-such like. Yes. Because I can. (#Cutepups-logic)

<3 <3 

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[Date: December 17th. Time: 11:00 am. Location: School classroom. English class. Ardere's english class. There is an essay prompt written on a paper on his desk. He finishes reading it and then begins writing an essay.] 

Ardere: *finishes reading the prompt to himself* "... As winter break approaches, people spend time with their loved ones. People commonly go home. What does 'home' mean to you? Write a 4 to 5 paragraph essay defining the significance of 'home' in your life." *thinks for nearly a minute, then begins writing* 

[Date: December 17th. Time: 12:50 pm. Location: School classroom. English class. A different one. Dawn's english class. She also has to write an essay based on an essay prompt.] 

Dawn: *reading the end of the prompt to herself* "... The word, 'home', has a variety of connotations. What does 'home' mean to you? Try to imagine yourself a year from now. Will your connotations of 'home' differentiate from what they are now? A lot will change your senior year, and next year, the majority of you will be moving away from home with your parents to attend college. So what is 'home'? Explain in a concise essay. Remember to include a clear and well-written thesis." *thinks for a minute or two, sighs, then starts to write* 

[Date: December 18th. Time: 1:30 pm. Location: College classroom. Not a lecture hall. Similar to a school classroom except the desks are smaller. A writing composition course that college freshmen have to take their first semester. Final exam. There are two essay prompts.] 

Twinkle: *reading the end of the first prompt silently* "... Congratulations, you have almost survived your first college semester. How did this semester change you? In which ways did you have to adjust to college, and potentially, living on campus? Did your perception of 'home' change at all, and if so, how? Could college be considered an alternative 'home'? Write down your thoughts in a short essay." *taps pen on the edge of her desk, mutters under breath* Damn. Okay, okay... *stops tapping the pen, thinks for a minute, then starts writing* 

[. . . . .] 

[Date: ????. Time: The early-mid morning. General Location: Unknown. Specific Location: Bedroom with a shared bed. There's this guy. I'll call him J. There's also another person. J is in the bed. He sits up, still under the covers, when he sees a crack of light enter the room from the doorway. The door opens, and the other person stands in the doorway.]

J: *frowns, is concerned* Where were you, Daniel? 

Other Person: *frowns upon hearing the last word, walks into the room and closes the door, voice sounds cold* It's Fierdan. 

J: *still frowning* You weren't here all night. I had trouble sleeping because I got worried that something happened to you. 

Fierdan: *voice sounds less cold, grins or smirks* Oh, you were worried about me? How sweet. You had trouble sleeping? *eyes look at the ceiling's farthest corner* Huh. 

J: *is getting a little frustrated* Yeah, I was expecting to feel your body lying next to mine only to feel nothing but air on your side of the bed. Now tell me where you spent the night. 

Fierdan: *grins more than smirks, approaches the bed* Don't worry about it. All that matters is I'm back now. 

J: We've been sleeping together for weeks now. I have a right to question you on why your side of the bed was left empty the entire night. *sighs* I don't know about you, but I consider ourselves to be very close. After everything I did for you.. all the comfort I provided you with.. *sighs deeply* We're in a relationship, Dan. And when it's just me and you in a room, I'm not bringing myself to call you by your "tough guy" nickname. *pauses* I love you-- 

Fierdan: *is now standing at the side of the bed, a few inches away from J, has a softer look in his eyes as he leans down and forward to get closer* Okay. You don't have to call me "fier" Dan.. all the time. 

J: *sits up taller but is still in bed* At this point of our lives, I am the closest to you compared to anyone else. I saw you at your most vulnerable and fragile, and I helped you through it in ways that none of the others could. You don't spark any fear in me. After everything I know about you, I can't bring myself to be afraid of you. Underneath that tough exterior you have, I know you're soft. But you're also so brave. You are a survivor. *pauses* My love for you is stronger than any fear I could possibly have. I can't, and I won't, call you Fierdan. Ever. 

Fierdan: *voice sounds soft and sweet* I know you do. I love you, too. *leans the top half of his body over the bed, plans on giving J a kiss* 

J: *moves his head before he can be kissed where Fierdan planned*

Fierdan: *looks confused for a moment on why J shied away from a kiss, then has a mischievous look in his eyes as he lowers his head to quickly kiss the top center of J's bare chest, smiles at J who is frowning but then breaks into a small smile when he looks up to lock eyes with him* I'm sorry I left you alone without telling you why in advance. I appreciate everything you did and still do for and with me. I love the way you speak; I love how your body radiates beauty any hour of the day; I love how your compassion and tenderness affect me every hour of the day. I love how you always smell of peace; I love your body; I love your personality. I love everything about you. 

J: *only responds by lowering his back closer to the bed and not the pillows, raises his arms to wrap around Fierdan's upper to mid back, then raises his face to be very close to Fierdan's, whispers* Then don't leave me. 

Fierdan: *speaks much quieter as well* I won't. I'll never let you suffer by sleeping in a cold and empty bed ever again. 

J: *leans in to kiss Fierdan on the mouth, their lips touch* 

Fierdan: *deepens their kiss, goes fully on top of the bed* 

[Suddenly, everything flashes to an unnatural black. Instead of hearing J's voice, Fierdan hears an electronic voice. It almost sounds robotic, if robots could sound like they could smooth talk. This is another, earlier version of Fierdan from that whole thing just then. That whole thing with J (with more to his name than only that of course) is a story 3 (yes, 3) concept regarding a romantic and sexual relationship between two of my characters. A scene like this happens at least a year, possibly a year and a half after the start of story 2.] 

Cryptic Voice: Sorry, my bad. That was an error. 

[The light returns. Fierdan is younger and somewhere entirely different. The lighting is too bright and there's an awful feeling of it being artificial.]

Fierdan: *with closed eyes, tries to make sense of his surroundings, thinks* I'm lying down. It doesn't feel warm or soft. It feels like.. like plastic. It's cold. My eyes are closed. At least I think they are. Why are they closed? Why can't I open my eyes? I can still feel the light burning into them though. There is paper covering my body. It's so cold here, yet the light burns. There's pressure on my face. Something is covering my nose and mouth. At least it's making breathing easier. My chest hurts. The top of my head and forehead feel cold. Where is my hair? What happened to me? *blinks his eyes a few times before opening them* What is this? A room at a hospital? Why am I here? *darts his eyes back and forth wildly* 

Dawn: *gasps* He woke up! 

Twinkle: *sounds surprised* He what? 

Dawn: *comes into Fierdan's vision, points at him* Look! His eyes are open, and they are moving!  

Ryen: *goes up to Fierdan, looks relieved* You're alive. I knew you would make it. *smiles but not in the same way Fierdan does when he's deeply happy* 

Fierdan: *moves his arm and quickly removes the breathing mask with his hand, sighs but has a clear sign of apprehension in his voice* Of course I'm alive. Why wouldn't I be? The real question is.. *looks around again* Where are we? And why? 

Ryen: *looks at his brother in bewilderment* You were in a coma. An over 30 day long coma. 

Fierdan: *finally locks eyes with Ryen's* A.. A coma? 

Ryen: Yes...

Fierdan: *tries to sit up* Where is he? Duke? Where is he? 

Ryen: *looks even more bewildered* Danny? He's long gone. His separate body died a long time ago. Your soul is united and whole. 

Fierdan: Huh? What? No. Duke is.. Duke is... 

Twinkle: He's gone. 

Fierdan: *can't even speak at full volume, voice sounds somewhat haunted but also full of anguish* He's gone. That's right. He went far away. He came home. You're right. My Duke is here no more. 

[All of a sudden, the brightness takes over everything. The light is blinding.] 

Fierdan: *is now standing with clothes on alone in the vast bright yellow-white light* 

Mysterious Figure: *approaches Fierdan from way in the distance* 

Fierdan: *stares at the shadowy figure walking towards him* 

Mysterious Figure: *presses a sharp knife into Fierdan's hands* 

Fierdan: *flashbacks to the first moments he's felt terrified of what he did after killing Z, after killing Duke in story 1* 

Mysterious Figure: *pats one of Fierdan's wrists with a few of their fingertips* 

Fierdan: *the flashbacks are extremely fast and don't last long at all, now he flashbacks to holding the knife Duke used to stab himself with (from the last skit)* 

Mysterious Figure: *gently holds onto Fierdan's thin and bare wrist* 

Fierdan: *is still frightened from the flashbacks after they've all stopped* W-What... 

[The mysterious figure's touch starts to feel warm and more human-like. Then it bends down to look into Fierdan's face. The mysterious figure smiles down at him.] 

Mysterious Figure: Let's go home together. 

Fierdan: *is still shaken up* Home? 

Mysterious Figure: *has a welcoming voice* Yes. Let's go home. You and me, Fierdan. You and me. 

Fierdan: *smiles back* Okay, sounds like a plan. 

Mysterious Figure: Okay. 

[Then the figure's eyes change from being dark gray like the rest of its body to being that warm firey brown color. The eyes are amber. After that, the rest of the dark gray melts away. The lack of the dark gray causes the figure to lose several inches. When the dark gray is completely gone, Fierdan is a little taller than it. Now it takes the form of Duke.] 

Fierdan: *is breathless* Duke.. how... 

Duke: *looks at Fierdan with bright eyes* Yeah? 

Fierdan: You're.. You're here. I saw you die. Again.

Duke: *shrugs* It's no big deal. I died several times already. 

Fierdan: So you're like a ghost or something? 

Duke: *laughs* Haha, no not at all. *grabs Fierdan's same wrist as earlier* Come on, we don't have much time. Let's go home. 

Fierdan: Where even are we? How do we know where home is from here? 

Duke: *gives off the impression that he's about to answer Fierdan's questions, but he only says* Happy birthday, Fierdan. Happy birthday to the both of us. *pulls Fierdan's wrist forward and off they go running until they defeat the light* 

[Date: December 19th. Fierdan's birthday. Duke's birthday.]