Somewhere only we know, new shannis script

awwwww that's sweet, you read my scripts! Even the really bad ones that stunk? Tee hee! You're script is brilliant darling! Love you!

Verity! xxxx

They did not stink. I think the first one read was one called tarnished love or something like that at it was brilliant. All of them were. All the scripts on the BBC boards, like here wre great. Except mine, which is the one that stinks. I mean, how starange is it that they are unaware that they are in the same bedsit? Weird. Like me. Where has everyone from the BBC boards gone?
Lauren xxx

tainted love?

Tee hee I hate that script now when I read back at them! Your scripts are fabby, i love them honestly! You're amazing!

Mine seem repeatetive now! Everyone goes on a shannis invision board! I'd post it here but they won't let me! Fine...

http://s8.************.com/Shannis/i...&#entry4978843

sorry board people i know it's naughty but she really wants to join these people!

Verity! xxx

hope dennis gets to sharon in time! and dont put yourself down, your scripts great! :D i love reading it, i really want to know what happens next. cant wait for the next part, hope its soon.

Grr, it wouldn't let me on! Thanks for the lovely replies people, it mean so much! Here's part four.
Somewhere only we know, Part 4

I stopped for a moment and listened carefully. I was sure that I had heard something, yet when I listened I heard nothing. It was probably just someone talking, I mean this was a bed-sit, it wasn’t just me here.
I carry on walking. I don’t want to delay finding Sharon, the longer I leave the less likely the chance I have of finding her. Anyway I just wanted to find her and hold her close and never let her go. I needed to find her. I start walking faster, toward the stairs that lead to he front desk when I hear a loud clump from the room where I had heard the noise before. I decide to ignore it at first, then I start to go back.
What if someone is hurt? I quickly dump my bags at the top of the stairs and run back to the room.
I knock once. Nothing. I knock again, harder this time making my hand hurt, the wood scraping my hand, taking off some off the flesh I flinch then knock again. Still nothing.
I could tell there was someone in their from the way the door had the engaged sign on the lock, yet something didn’t seem right.
I took a few steps back and then ran in to the door with my side, making the door fly open with a loud bang. I hear someone say “Bloody hell, shut up!” but I ignore it, not bothering to react. I look in the room and I see a blonde woman with her face turned away from me lying on the floor, bottles of pills and vodka scattered around her. I quickly go over to her, and look at her face.
I gasp. It’s Sharon. All this time she had been only a few rooms away from me and I hadn’t even noticed. All those nights when I had been lying awake thinking about her she had been in the same building from me. Maybe lying there thinking about me. Had she known I was here. Is that why she had done what she done? Did she hate me that much?
I check to see if her heart was still beating, pushing her golden hair out of her face, the hair I had been dreaming about only a hour or so ago. I gently place my fingers on her soft neck and I can just about feel a gentle pulse. Some relief enters me, at least she wasn’t dead. Yet.
I delve into my trouser pocket in search of my mobile, my hands are shaking and the phone keeps slipping out of my hands, like everything in my life that I cared about. I close my and down on it finally and keep a strong grasp and pull it out, flipping it open at the same time.
I dial for an ambulance, and tell them what had happen and the address. I am told that it should arrive in around ten minutes. I don’t want to move her, though I remember hearing that you should talk to people if they are unconscious to stop them going into coma.
I hold her hand, gently massaging her fingers and with the other hand a I smooth her forehead, running my fingers over her soft skin.
“Sharon” I say in my most soft loving, voice, “I don’t know if you can hear me, and I don’t know if you want me to be with you, but can I just tell you this. I love you. I love you more than anything else and I always have and always will. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, I want us to live together and grow old together. You're the most kind, loving, sweet, generous, beautiful, thoughtful, intelligent person I know and you’re so special to me. Every moment I spend with you is the most happy of my life, and each day I’m with you, I love you more than the day before. I know how much I have screwed up and I can understand if you hate me and never want to spend another moment with me, but if would be with me again that would make me the happiest person alive. Please stay with me, don’t go, don’t leave me, don’t die…”
I am unable to carry on, all the emotions that I had been trying to control came out, tears cascading down my cheeks, leaving patterns down my face like the trail of a snail. I just sit there, holding her hand wishing it was me in her place instead of her. She didn’t deserve to be like this, but I did. It was all my fault.

your scripts are sooooo good. they're better then watching an episode of ee at the moment! keep up the good work,

Thank you. I will post more soon!

this is absolutely wicked stuff!! wish it was true. how can you write in such detail describimg everything. you must be some kind of genius. lov ya

I doubt it! Thanks though! I've wrote some more so I will post morte soon. Thanks again!

Here's part 5! For Verity, Di marco, Parveena, Skits, *Fanatic* Loves Dennis* and JSW, for replying.
Somewhere only we know, Part 5

I can feel myself drift further into unconsciousness, no matter who I try to stop myself I can’t help but go further down. It’s like I am drowning and no matter how harder I try to push myself to the surface I cant. Some un-seeable force keeps holding me down, not letting me break free.
I give up trying and just let this force take over as normal. I begin to go back in time in my mind, memories come flashing back at me and I begin to watch them intrigued, it seems strange seeing them again so clearly. At first the memories are good; my mum cuddling me, telling me who I would always be special to her and that she loved me, dad calling me his ‘Special little princess, holing me close so I could breathe in that comforting smell that wrapped an invisible barrier around me, protecting me from evil. Vicki coming back, me knowing it was me that she had come back for, her saying that I was her best friend, my childhood at school with Michelle, Ian and Mark. All the times that I had spent with Dennis, all the passion and love that we had shared, the way he made my skin tingle when he was near me, the way he stroked my face and made me feel beautiful. I remember that night when dad had come back and Dennis and I had first slept together. All the passion that had happened that night began to flow through me, making my body feel light and weightless. I remember how afterwards we had laid down in bed and he had told me that was beautiful.
“No I’m not.” I had said to him, still not looking at him, ridden with guilt and disgust at what I had done.
“Yes you are, don’t argue.” He had replied back to me, gently running his leg up mine, softly pulling me closer to him. No one had told me I was beautiful and meant it in such a honest way like he had. He made me feel beautiful.
But he had gone to Zoë and memories of all bad began to reach me, removing that weightless feeling that I had previously been experiencing, replacing it with a dragging sensation, pushing me further down.
The night that Tom had died came back to me, how those precious last few weeks had been robbed from us and how I felt angry at him for wasting what time we had left away from me. I always thought that I would never love another man like I loved Tom, yet when Dennis came, I was proved wrong. I felt guilty for loving him more than Tom, Dennis was my brother and Tom was my true love, how could I love Dennis more?
I remember how lonely I felt when Dennis was with Zoë, I felt as I had o purpose to life, no real being. Those months without Denis were the worst of my life and I can now clearly picture the day of Vicki’s 18th when I came beck to talk to Denis to tell him that I did ant him, and I would do anything to be with him and I was confronted with the sight of Zoë in Dennis’ shirt, having just come out of his bedroom. I remember the sinking feeling that I had in the depth of my stomach, making me feel as I no longer had no worth to anyone, I was just a nobody who go pushed to one side when someone new came along.
And now I was going to lose him again , to never be able to lie in his arms, to have his lips pressed against mine, to experience that wonderful feeling that his presence blessed me with. Dennis’ picture came into my mind. His tall strong frame that supported me when I was weak, his short brown hair that I loved to run my fingers through, his cheeky smile that me feel weak at the knees and his cute freckles that were scattered over his nose and his cheeks. Then there was my favourite part of him—his eyes. The mesmerising green colour of them that locked you into a world of your own, that made you feel safe, that let you know that he wasn’t going to let anything happen to you.
I tried once more to come back to consciousness, focusing all my power to be able to open me eyes but still nothing happened. But then I heard a sobbing sound and I suddenly opened my eyes and slowly my vision cleared. I saw Dennis looking at me, tears pouring out of those eyes that made me feel so safe, but smiling in a amazement. I was going to be safe now.