ꫀꪜꫀꪹꪗᡶꫝỉ᭢ᦋ ꫝꪖᩏᩏꫀ᭢ꫀᦔక ᠻꪮꪹ ꪖ ꪹꫀꪖకꪮ᭢ (A Donnie Darko Fan Fic)

𝗗𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗗 𝗗𝗔𝗥𝗞𝗢

𝟶 𝙳𝚊𝚢𝚜, 𝟶 𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜, 𝟶 𝚂𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚜

𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚁𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊 𝚂𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠,

𝙸𝚟𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝙸𝚖 𝚊𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎. 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝙸𝚖 𝚊𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙. 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚗𝚍, 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚏, 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚘.

𝚂𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢,
𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎 𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚘

Donnie didn't sigh a sigh of relief when the world came to an end, he went mad instead. Donnie sat in his bed, laughing maniacally. He knew what he had to do for his loved ones; sacrifice.

Mr Darko slept on the leather armchair in the living room, static was playing on the tv.

Elizabeth snuck quietly back into the house. She leaned against the door way and smiled, she looked so happy. She was so happy.

Donnie laid upstairs in his dark room as the jet engine fell through the roof of his house, crushing Donnie.

The crash shook the house entire house. Mr Darko woke up, looking around in a panic. Mrs Darko sprung out of bed. Elizabeth fell to the ground and covered her head with her hands.

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