Crimson Tears:(
06-01-2006, 19:38
This is just my random unrealistic script, enjoy anyone who wants to read it.
Dennis felt the life slowly drain from his body, it was all getting cloudy, he was dying, after all he'd said to Sharon he was leaving her for good. His eyes suddenly shot open and he looked around, he was no longer in Albert Square.
'Hello son, long time no see.'
He turned round and stared at wonder towards the figure of his dead father. 'You never stay dead do you?'
'Arn't you going to ask where you are?' Den smirked.
'With you, so obviously hell. I'm doomed to spend it with you.' Dennis felt a surge of anger rush through him, he needed to be with Sharon.
'I'm supposed to help you,' Den's eyes filled with amusement 'Be your guardian angel.'
'I'm not that desperate' said Dennis, 'but if i'm ever am, i'll call you. Right now i need to know how to get out of this place and get back to Sharon.'
'There is no way out. Only an option.'
Dennis sighed and shot Den a glare, 'What are you on about? I didn't order the ghost of xmas past, what next? Is Pauline going to come along and show me tiny Tim?'
'I'm going to give you some glimpses Dennis on how it could of been, if you hadn't been so pig headed. My princess is suffering because of you. I would like nothing more but to see you rot here, but they have other plans, you're going back to a different past.'
'What are you talking about? Chrissie hit you too hard with the door stop?'
'Mind your tongue boy,' Den smirked 'It's time, i'd love to chat but i've got a certain woman to haunt.'
Dennis stepped forwards to open his mouth 'what are you-' The world went black.
Colours were swirling across his eyes, head throbbing dully.
'Dennis, you getting up? Sharon and Tom need some help with the decorating.' Dennis's eyes shot open, he looked around, this wasn't his room, this wasn't his house, and that was Vicki's voice.
Dennis felt the life slowly drain from his body, it was all getting cloudy, he was dying, after all he'd said to Sharon he was leaving her for good. His eyes suddenly shot open and he looked around, he was no longer in Albert Square.
'Hello son, long time no see.'
He turned round and stared at wonder towards the figure of his dead father. 'You never stay dead do you?'
'Arn't you going to ask where you are?' Den smirked.
'With you, so obviously hell. I'm doomed to spend it with you.' Dennis felt a surge of anger rush through him, he needed to be with Sharon.
'I'm supposed to help you,' Den's eyes filled with amusement 'Be your guardian angel.'
'I'm not that desperate' said Dennis, 'but if i'm ever am, i'll call you. Right now i need to know how to get out of this place and get back to Sharon.'
'There is no way out. Only an option.'
Dennis sighed and shot Den a glare, 'What are you on about? I didn't order the ghost of xmas past, what next? Is Pauline going to come along and show me tiny Tim?'
'I'm going to give you some glimpses Dennis on how it could of been, if you hadn't been so pig headed. My princess is suffering because of you. I would like nothing more but to see you rot here, but they have other plans, you're going back to a different past.'
'What are you talking about? Chrissie hit you too hard with the door stop?'
'Mind your tongue boy,' Den smirked 'It's time, i'd love to chat but i've got a certain woman to haunt.'
Dennis stepped forwards to open his mouth 'what are you-' The world went black.
Colours were swirling across his eyes, head throbbing dully.
'Dennis, you getting up? Sharon and Tom need some help with the decorating.' Dennis's eyes shot open, he looked around, this wasn't his room, this wasn't his house, and that was Vicki's voice.