Inside Daron (Part 1)

INSIDE DARON ( a fan fic)

When I woke up my head seemed to be as big as a watermelon and felt as if a bunch of angry bees had got inside and couldn’t find their way out. I turned on my back, rubbed my forehead and had to take a deep breath before I dared to open my eyes. Of course I expected to see my bedroom but instead, I found myself in a room where had never been before. It was some kind of bedroom, but very small and with only a wardrobe and a chair inside. And the bed I was lying in. I tried to figure out what had happened and if there was any reason for me to be here but couldn’t find any explanation. I sat up and had to force myself not to throw up. I felt sick and me head seemed to explode. Okay, I thought, probably you just had too many drinks last night, that’s okay, just go and find out where you are. I scratched my head and wondered how short my hair was. Did I have it cut last night? I was not able to remember anything at all.
When I tried to get up, I realized that not only my head but my whole body felt totally weird. It didn’t seem to belong to me. I couldn’t even feel my breasts. You know, they are quite big and I usually feel them attached to my body all the time. I put my hand on my chest. Where the fuck had my boobs gone? They simple were not there. In fact, there was nothing but warm and naked skin. No breasts. Just two pretty tiny nipples.
This is a fucking male chest, I thought, but how can that be? Am I still dreaming? I lifted the other arm and realized that my tattoos had also disappeared. This was not my arm anyway. Not my arm, not my hand and not my fingers.
“What the ...”, I started and and instantly interrupted myself when I heard my voice – which was not my voice but a male one! My fingers reached out between my legs and touched something which had not been there before and definitely wasn’t supposed to be there at all!
I jumped out of bed and started running around just to find a mirror. Luckily it didn’t take me too long. Right next to the room I had slept in I discovered a bathroom. Bathrooms always contain mirrors, and so did this one. When I looked inside my heart stopped beating for a second or two. I didn’t see my face in it – I saw Daron who looked at me just as shocked as I felt!
“What the fuck... that can’t be true! No, that can’t be true!”
“What’s the matter with you?”, I heard another male voice from outside the bathroom. It sounded very sleepy and annoyed, and I wondered why it also sounded so familiar to me. “Shut the fuck up or I’ll kick you out!”
“This is ... I am ... oh no! Fuck! Fuck!”
I tried to explain it to myself and to the other man but I couldn’t find any words that expressed how I felt. How could I anyway, I mean, I was just beginning to realize that I somehow I had become ... Daron!
Suddenly the other man appeared in the open door. It was Serj, scratching his head and looking at me (no, at Daron) in a pretty angry way. It seemed as if he could hardly keep his eyes open. When I recognized him, I was even more shocked than before and automatically tried to cover my naked skin for I was only wearing shorts.
“What’s wrong with you?”, Serj asked, pointing at me (Daron) and the mirror. “You know you’re ugly, man, and so do I. Why can’t you just shut your fucking mouth and go back to bed?”
I opened and closed my mouth (Daron’s mouth, in fact) and stared at him as if I was retarded. He only wore shorts as well but didn’t try to cover anything.
“I’m not ...”, I started, “I mean, I don’t ...”
“You don’t WHAT?”
I looked into the mirror again to make sure that I was not crazy. It was still Daron I saw inside, looking all helpless and desperate.
“I’m not Daron”, I said, pointing at the face in the mirror. “That’s not me – it’s the wrong body, I don’t know why, but I’m not Daron.”
Serj sighed. “Listen, Daron, I’m just not in the mood for any of your bullshit.”
“That’s no bullshit. I’m like – caught in the wrong body, I don’t know why, and ...”
“It was a rough night”, Serj interupted, “and I’m not quite sober myself, so could you please stop that? Come on, you just need some sleep. You’ll feel better afterwards.”
“Don’t you understand what I’m saying? Fuck, I’m not Daron, okay?! I’m a 29 year old woman, I come from Germany, and when I woke up, I was ...”
I pointed at Daron’s face looking at Serj from the mirror. He rolled his eyes and shook his head slowly. “Honestly, man, I don’t know what you’ve been smoking last night but I really think you should, like, take care of yourself. I know I sometimes do too much myself, but hell, I never woke up claiming I’m a woman inside the wrong body.”
I couldn’t help it and started crying. Serj looked at me pretty helpless and then put his hand on my shoulder. I moved back a little when I felt his hand on my skin. The whole situation was too weird to enjoy being close to him.
“Come on”, he said kindly, “I’ll make a strong coffee, maybe we’ll both wake up after it. Why don’t you just get dressed and then come down to me?!”
“Okay”, I agreed, “I just don’t know where the kitchen is ...”
“You’ve been there hundreds of times”, Serj wondered.
I shrug my shoulders.
“It’s downstairs”, he said, “the second door on the right. You’ll find it.”
He left me alone. I went back to the room I had been sleeping in to look for some clothes but couldn’t find any. Damn, did Daron run around in his underwear all day?! Finally I went into Serj’s bedroom and took one of his shirts. Before I put it on, I held it under my nose and took in a deep breath. It fit me quite well but the jeans I chose was miles too long and I couldn’t even close the button. I was too tired to try another one so I just went downstairs and found Serj in the kitchen. He had also dressed, and when he saw me (Daron) in his clothes, he started laughing.
“Man, you really need to go on a diet.”
“I couldn’t find any of Daron’s clothes”, I explained, “so I hope it’s okay I took some of yours ...”
“Sure”, he said and suddenly stopped laughing. “Here, have some coffee.”
I took the cup and drank. The coffee was hot and all bitter.
“Can I have milk and sugar, please?”
“You never take ...”, Serj started, shook his head and handed me what I had asked for. Now I really enjoyed the coffee. It made me feel alive although of course it was not able to answer any of my questions.
“It’s good”, I said because I felt that Serj expected me to say something. “Thanks.”
“So ... you’re feeling better now?!”
“I don’t know”, I replied, “I’m still really confused, I mean, how would you feel when you woke up in someone else’s body and you had no idea what happened?”
Serj gave me a look over his cup which showed that he didn’t believe a single word I said.
“You scare me, dude, really. Maybe you should consider a little break, you know, cos I’m kinda afraid you’re crossing the border ... know what I mean ... I don’t wanna have to visit you in one of those fucking asylums.”
“You just don’t get it, do you?”, I shouted. “I’ve told you that I am not Daron, hell, I didn’t take any drugs – I don’t do drugs at all, I just fucking got into the wrong body! Why don’t you just listen to what I say?”
“Just listen to yourself, man! It all sounds totally crazy. Wrong body, sure. I bet you’ve rather been taking the wrong pills.”
“You’re an asshole”, I shouted at him, “fuck you!”
Then I took the empty cup and threw it at the ground where it broke to pieces. The noise made me realize what I had done and I calmed down within two seconds. Serj didn’t even move. He just looked at me as if he wanted to say “are you done now?”
“Oh ... sorry”, I stuttered and knelt down to clean up the pieces. “I don’t ... I’m so sorry, I didn’t wanna insult you.”
“That must be the first time in your fucking life you’ve ever apologized to me”, he wondered. “And you called me worse names than asshole. Compared to what you usually say, asshole sounds like a compliment to me.”
He smiled but I didn’t feel like smiling at all. When I had cleaned everything up, he had lit a cigarette and offered one to me as well.
“No, thanks”, I said, “I quit smoking a couple of years ago.”
Now Serj looked as if he was about to punch me. “Listen, man, I’m really fed up with your bullshit now, you get me? D’you think this is funny? I can tell you it’s not. If this is just one of your creepy jokes, I’d advise you to stop it immediately or I swear I’ll kick your fucking ass.”
“Verdammte Scheiße”, I yelled, now feeling that I was about to punch him, “was zum Teufel soll ich eigentlich noch machen, damit du mir endlich glaubst? Soll ich dir einen blasen, um zu beweisen, dass ich verdammt noch mal nicht Daron bin?!“
Serj stared at me as if I had just turned into an alien before his eyes. It took me a couple of seconds to realize that I had just been speaking German to him.
“What the ...”, he started, his eyes open wide. “That was German, right?!”
“Yeah.”
“There are not many things I’m sure of at the moment”, he said, “but I’m fucking sure that Daron does not know any German word... except one, I think you also said it... the one that means shit.”
“Scheiße?!”
“Yeah, right ...” He scratched his head and smoked. After a while, he looked at me again, probably trying to understand what he had just heard.
“I think something went wrong”, he said then, “something went terribly wrong ...”

That ws awesome... I have got to read the rest of this!

We have to give it to Serj in April!

nooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!

yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees!

screw you lol

At least I gonna tell Serj. But I gonna tell him lot's of stuff. And about soadfans I gonna tell him, too

but dont tell him about my stories and my perv thoughts and ... ah, dont tell him anything about me at all

oh well, you can hide behind me

lol, no, you can hide behind me if I tell him.. erm.. shit, theres nothing bad to tell about you, damnit

yes, that's true. Hehe....

So, I'll tell him about some fan-fics, I think it might be interesting for him. I wanted to give him a copy of some good work I made or read from others, but I wasn't sure if I really meet him.

I dont want him to read any of my stuff. Well, maybe I want it but Id feel weird about it. Very weird.

me, too. I'm also not that glad that he would read my work. But I thought, he should know what people write about him. Maybe he even likes it.
I wonder sometimes how I would react, but well, my friends started a comic about us all and they made me as an arab called "Bin ma AFK". I laughed about it, although it's not quite nice...

hoho, Silke If Serj would ever read your dreams he would definately hang his head in shame while reading. I can even imagine him sitting there turning as red as a beet

omG, imagine Serj reading Brad's alien fan fic haha, I would love to see his face!

Mr.Killerguitar wrote:

made me as an arab called "Bin ma AFK". I laughed about it, although it's not quite nice...

every time I read this I have to chuckle^^.

Probably youre right, Marina, thats why I can never tell him, omg, I would die !!

Mr.Killerguitar wrote:

yes, that's true. Hehe....

So, I'll tell him about some fan-fics, I think it might be interesting for him. I wanted to give him a copy of some good work I made or read from others, but I wasn't sure if I really meet him.

I was thinking about showing him something I wrote (not fanfiction, though), but I figured a. That would be stupid and embarrassing b. I won't meet him. And I didn't! Well, the first time. Maybe this year. But you MUST show this to him.

I'll tell him to see who becomes more red, he or me^^
But I guess I do not count. I would also run in the Bundestag screaming "I have a bomb" to see them run around

you are all so silly

have to agree with starky.

ich dacht mir , daß du starky bist...
I wanted to say , i thought so...that you were meant with starky..
at least better than "Dornröschen"...
because I imaginate dornröschen as a soft , always nice girl , who can´t do any harm ..
in contrary to you...

Ushiii.. are you starting a fight again?!?!?

we seriously need a punch bag smiley

^^ I agree,or at least any kind of punching smiley

Sad Ushi does not come to the concert. I would love to see them both fighting verbal the whole time^^