DEPRESSION

A Vanja’s World story by Scott D. Harris

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Note from Scotty: This story is about the terror attack in London on 7/July/05. When I found out, I was deadly shattered because I have lots of friends in London. What scared me was that I left one of them on bad terms and regretted it ever since. I was relieved to find out he was out of town at the time and I made peace with him almost immediately. However, I changed the situation for plot purposes. Also, I realised after I wrote this that there were a few similarities to the animation Jason & Jessica. Trust me, this is pure coincidence, as I downloaded J&J after this was finished.

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Scene 1
In the tour bus home of ‘Scotty Rave & the Jackers,’ five young people were seated around the television in the main room, the blonde leader being topless. They were watching in anxiety as a list of victim’s names scrolled up the screen. Only days ago, the London terror attack had left them all shaken horribly.

Rob: How the Hell can they do this? Listing victims? Isn’t everyone terrified enough about all this?

Scotty: Ssssh…so far so good, nobody we know…

Suddenly, Scotty froze as one name scrolled up the screen.

Scotty: Oh please God no…

But it was true. The blonde singer felt numb all over as the name vanished up the screen to be replaced by more. His voice was a deadly whisper.

Scotty: …Martin…

Vanja: What? Scotty? Are you ok?

The singer got to his feet and walked towards his bedroom. When he was inside, he slid the door shut behind him. Vanja turned to the others.

Vanja: Who’s Martin?

Rob: No idea Van, really.

Simon: Me neither. Must be someone he knew before the Jacker days.

The three looked at John, who simply nodded in agreement with his band mates. Vanja sighed and stood up, walking towards Scotty’s room. She knocked on the door.

Vanja: Scotty? Hon? You ok?

Scotty’s voice came from behind the door, cracked with emotion.

Scotty: Go away.

Vanja: Scotty, it’s Vanja, let me in!

Scotty: Vanja…please…I don’t want you to see me like this! Vanja: Do you have a problem with me seeing you cry?! Damn it Scotty, let me in! She began to pound impatiently on the door. Scotty slid it open and sighed. His eyes were slightly red and his hair was let loose. Though in perspective, he didn’t look upset, more like totally depressed.

Scotty: Please don’t bang on the door. Fine, you can come in. Only you, deal?

Vanja: D…Deal…

Scotty backed away and then stepped aside to let her enter. As she did so, he shut the door. He sat on the bed and immediately lay on his side. Vanja sat beside him, resting her hand on his shoulder.

Vanja: Scotty, who’s Martin?

Scotty sighed and moved a little to look up at her.

Scotty: Well…a long time ago…he was a good friend of mine. We met when we were just 4. We did almost everything together. The night before my family moved to South End a few years back, we had an argument, so I left him on bad terms. I’ve regretted that ever since. Now I’ll never get the chance to make up with him. He was like a brother to me.

Vanja: Poor baby…

She wrapped her arms around him and gently lifted him, resting his head upon her bosoms. She knew he liked those a lot. With a sad expression, she stroked his hair.

Vanja: I can only guess how much it must hurt inside. But I’m sure Martin knows you didn’t mean to get mad with him. You know what? I bet he’s already forgiven you.

Scotty: I hope so. I really hope so.

She smiled slyly and sunk his head into her breasts. Scotty opened his eyes, turning red in the face. She sunk his head a little deeper.

Vanja: I bet I could make you feel better.

She let him go and began to remove her top. Scotty got up on his knees and looked at her, smiling slightly.

Scotty: Your affection always does make me feel better, you know that?

Vanja: Let’s do something different.

She grabbed Scotty’s leather trousers and yanked them down then grabbed his boxers to. She exposed his member, which was now perfectly aroused. She smiled up at him then trapped his penis between her breasts, moving them up and down around them. Scotty looked at her, wide-eyed but silent as she proceeded to perform the tit-fuck. She began to do it faster and gave the tip of his member little licks as it came close to her mouth. When she saw how much he enjoyed it, he squeezed his member tightly.

Scotty: Whoa!

Vanja: Do you like that?

Scotty: Y…Yeah.

She kept going, her own juices pouring out over the floor. Scotty gasped.

Scotty: I can’t hold back…oh…

He spurted into her face. Vanja licked the cum around her mouth and then wiped the rest off with her hand. She then wrapped her arms around Scotty’s waist and rested her head against his stomach. Scotty smiled and draped his hands over her shoulders.

Vanja: Feel better now, my love?

Scotty: Yes, I do. Thank you so much.

THE END