Donnie Darko

𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟖, 𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟏𝟗𝐓𝐇, 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐗 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐆𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇, 𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐀—✈︎

Donnie Darko was a boy you didn't really know, you were aware of his existence, yes, but you didn't really know anything about him except he had terrible handwriting. The two of you sat shoulder partner style in English class. You never really interacted other than the few times you would be missing notes from the day you were absent prior and you had asked permission to copy off of him.

This exchange meant nothing to you, it was to you a simple transaction, nothing more than an easy opportunity to cheat on the next quiz. Yet to Donnie, this was the start of a new life for him…

Donnie had a tendency to get obsessed with things, ever since he was little. When he was younger, he was obsessed with war movies, he would rewind the tape just to watch the bomb scene again and again. Destruction was only the start of his concerning interests. As he grew up, so did the obsessions, a few years prior he was stuck on guns. He passed it off as an interest in fighting for his country, drawing back to the war films, but in reality it was the power of destruction held just by his finger on a trigger.

Watching you, Taking you in, and Studying you—Donnie was great at that, really. If he was ever called out on his creepy behavior, he easily passed the blame on to his hallucinations, he would pretend to break down and explain that he didn't want to be a bad guy! It was the people in his head! You have to believe him, sir!

He just wanted you to notice him, for you to be as in love with him as he is with you! You were Donnie's whole world, he told his therapist about you every session. Under hypnosis, he told Dr. Thurman he wanted to do with you, and she had to wake him up before he could continue his thoughts his thoughts about you were more then disturbing or unsettling to the average human..

And now here he is sitting in class with a buldge just cause you touched his hand while asking for his notes Again..