Post by DANIEL MARCUS ZAKARIAN on Nov 25, 2012 15:54:15 GMT -5
* Daniel Marcus Zakarian !
"Success is not final, failure is not fatal; it is the courage to continue that counts."
25 | Ian Somerhalder | New York City | Native
"Success is not final, failure is not fatal; it is the courage to continue that counts."
25 | Ian Somerhalder | New York City | Native
i remember it all too well
Danny or Dan depending on his mood and who you are to him was born and raised in New York City twenty five years ago. The big apple was his home for fifteen years. That was until his father got a new job, one that would give them more money because it was a small town and not as costly to live in as New York was. With that they were all packed up and on their way to...Hope Harbor, Maine. Every time Dan said the name in his head or to his friends he said it in disgust. Why would someone be so against moving there? After living in a city like New York nothing else could compete with his home.
When they arrived they found an old house, bought it paying fully in cash and moved in; in less than a few days. Once they had gotten everything settled he began his new life in a public school. It was the worst experience of his LIFE! Sure he met a few people and became close friends with them but he missed everything at home. His best friend was the same age as him and the older brother of Leila Scott.
The boys went off to Columbia University and there he studied sports medicine and got his bachelor’s degree in it. From there he went on and got his masters degree. When he returned back to Hope Harbor he got a job working with a medical company. After a few months he finally bought his own house and moved out of his parents’ house. Now he’s on his own and having fun while working.
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Ryan was her savior; she had figured that out when she ran into him at the pool hall. They were going to get to know one another really well after what had happened there. She had started to open up to him there and tell him some of her deepest fears. Now all that she needed to do was get her courage up and actually go into the office. Sure she made an appointment like she said she was going to but she couldn’t help but be nervous. This was unusual for her. She had so much she needed to talk about and just get off her chest but the thought that he would judge her because of it.
Wait, why the fuck should she care what he thought? He was only her therapist after all. Well he was someone she could count on so that was pushing it too far. She needed to learn to open up and take out all her problems and troubles through a good source. Like the piñata he had hopefully gotten her for when she visited. If not she had brought her own. It was kind of funny seeing a girl pacing outside of a doctor’s office with a piñata. The one thing was she didn’t give a fuck what other people thought about it.
Gathering her courage she walked into the office at last. This was it. She was going to have to tell him some of her deeper darker psychological issues just so she could start to figure out why she was so fucked up. She had even taken her medication today just for him. The once great bitch now reduced to coming to see a therapist. Blaze would probably be laughing right now if she could see how far the crazy bitch had fallen. She was probably sitting there between Brant’s legs laughing with her about the whole situation.
When the receptionist gave her a weird look for carrying a piñata while she was signing in she let out a low threatening growl. No one fucked with her and what she was doing. Making her way to a seat she sat back, crossed her legs and picked up People magazine. There had to be something in here entertaining to read about right? If not she’d always find something to read or do. She made some comments to herself when she went through some of the articles. No one cared if some stupid star just had a baby. It was annoying and she hated it. Where was all the talk about the producers? They were the ones that really made the movies happen.
Finally when her name was called she stood up and put the magazine down. She took a moment to fix her skirt before she picked up the piñata. Once she had everything she made her way inside of the comfortable looking room. She took a seat on the couch that was there and set her piñata down on the floor next to her. She looked it over and then pouted. “Come here Mr. Walsh. You have some stray clothing sticking out.” She gently took the paper mache and fixed it so it was all smooth. She giggled to herself then laid back on the couch. “Olly olly oxen free! You can come out now doc!” It was going to be a long day for him.
Wait, why the fuck should she care what he thought? He was only her therapist after all. Well he was someone she could count on so that was pushing it too far. She needed to learn to open up and take out all her problems and troubles through a good source. Like the piñata he had hopefully gotten her for when she visited. If not she had brought her own. It was kind of funny seeing a girl pacing outside of a doctor’s office with a piñata. The one thing was she didn’t give a fuck what other people thought about it.
Gathering her courage she walked into the office at last. This was it. She was going to have to tell him some of her deeper darker psychological issues just so she could start to figure out why she was so fucked up. She had even taken her medication today just for him. The once great bitch now reduced to coming to see a therapist. Blaze would probably be laughing right now if she could see how far the crazy bitch had fallen. She was probably sitting there between Brant’s legs laughing with her about the whole situation.
When the receptionist gave her a weird look for carrying a piñata while she was signing in she let out a low threatening growl. No one fucked with her and what she was doing. Making her way to a seat she sat back, crossed her legs and picked up People magazine. There had to be something in here entertaining to read about right? If not she’d always find something to read or do. She made some comments to herself when she went through some of the articles. No one cared if some stupid star just had a baby. It was annoying and she hated it. Where was all the talk about the producers? They were the ones that really made the movies happen.
Finally when her name was called she stood up and put the magazine down. She took a moment to fix her skirt before she picked up the piñata. Once she had everything she made her way inside of the comfortable looking room. She took a seat on the couch that was there and set her piñata down on the floor next to her. She looked it over and then pouted. “Come here Mr. Walsh. You have some stray clothing sticking out.” She gently took the paper mache and fixed it so it was all smooth. She giggled to herself then laid back on the couch. “Olly olly oxen free! You can come out now doc!” It was going to be a long day for him.
