So I wrote an angry!Donnie oneshot... it's an emotional trainwreck. ANYWAYS, here's Wonderwall.... "Donnie! I don't know if you have any plans, but I don't have a partner tonight... would you mind?" "Donnie, dear... do you mind doing me a favour? I am doing a drug reaction experiment and I'm in need of a patient! Thank you!" "Hey Donnie, I'm gonna need you to stand under a tree so I can shoot an arrow through an apple and aim for your head. Is that cool?" Plans - what plans? Of course Donnie had no plans! He could forget athletic training, forget taking Winona and Lucky out, he could forget doing anything for himself. Donnie was nothing more than a tool in the boxes of Sandman, Benzedrine, and Horseshoe Crab. None of them truly cared for him, or even began to question if their manipulation was the reason for his emotional turmoil. No, he would spend today as he spent every other day. First he would visit Benzedrine's laboratory and take some sort of medication. He would wait an a hour or two so Benzedrine could see the drug's effects. Next, groggily, he would head to Horseshoe's quarters and help him perform whatever stunt necessary, probably getting injured in the process. To end his eventful day, Donnie would make his way to Sandman's quarters and engage in unspeakable sexual acts. The word no wasn't in the poor Suiteheart's vocabulary. He existed only to please. However, as anyone with hidden pain, it was to come out some day. Donnie was bound to break, and whenever he did, his fellow Suitehearts would suffer the consequences of their manipulation. That day was today.... With balled fists, Donnie the Catcher slammed the door to his quarters, opening the door to scream one last comment, his heart racing. "I DON'T DESERVE TO BE TREATED THIS WAY! IT HURTS TO BE PUSHED AROUND! IT HURTS TO ONLY EXIST TO BE SOMEONE'S OBJECT OF PLEASURE, OR SOMEONE'S EXPERIMENT. IT HURTS THAT I MEAN NOTHING TO YOU AND I NEVER WILL! I DONT EVER WANT TO SEE ANY OF YOU AGAIN! I HATE ALL OF YOU!" Donnie's breath was heavy as he locked the door and plopped down upon his bed, tears swelling from his eyes. Did anyone care? Was he alone in the Hollywood Hills? Not even his sheep could comfort him at this point. Whenever given the option, he shooed the two sheep away and turned over, starring at the ceiling, tears still streaming. Donnie knew pain too well, but this was different. This was the realization that he was being manipulated. This was the realization that his friends weren't true. The Suiteheart's heart pounded in his chest. He could hear his own breathing, feeling the world collapse around him. Donnie only wanted out. He wanted to be where people cared. Donnie wanted friends, and the fact of the matter was that he would never get any. Donnie concluded that he was too emotionally unstable for anyone to love, and the only way to find pleasure was to help others. It pained him. "Donnie! Listen, I'm sorry. You're right! I won't ask you to do anything else." "Oh, Donnie dear, you don't have to help me! It will all be alright I assure you! Please come out." "Donnie, come out. I want to apologize." Lies. All of them were lying. There was no truth to any of this. What did he expect? He was in a world full of sinners. Donnie wouldn't give them the satisfaction of replying. They could feel guilt. They could feel the pain that he felt on a daily basis. Yes, that was it. A grin came across the catcher's face as he sat up in bed, looking into a mirror. He wanted them to be as lonely as he was. Donnie wanted the other three to feel his pain, to understand him. The Doctor finally had Donnie where he wanted him. The passive, kindhearted, Suiteheart was gone. Donnie wouldn't be stepped on anymore. He wouldn't be hurt. The Suiteheart wiped the tears from his eyes as anger coursed through his veins, as his pain disappeared. The other three continued by his door, expecting for him to come out, but he would wait. Donnie enjoyed hearing their cries. He enjoyed knowing that they were experiencing a pain similar to his. "Donnie! Please!" "You have to allow us to apologize and explain!" "Come out here and let me hug you!" He didn't need their sympathy. Donnie needed their pain. With a grin, he waited for quite some time, until the sunset set over the Hollywood Hills. Donnie waited until all was quiet, except for the exclamations from the other three, and then he took his chance. With a cruel grin upon his face, Donnie stood up, dusting his pants off. He proceeded to the front door to his quarters. "Oh, hello." He greeted, in a tone that wasn't his own. It was a devilish tone, the tone of voice of someone that had seen and felt pain. "I didn't notice that you were out here... my apologies." Donnie's grin grew as he saw their mouths drop. They were in shock. Now, Donnie had the other three where he wanted them. "There will be no more -" Donnie paused to punch Horseshoe Crab in the nose, making sure he bled, "manipulation." Donnie punched Benzedrine in the gut slightly, forcing him into Horseshoe's arms, and then finally made his way to Sandman. Donnie picked him up and grasped ahold of his shoulders so tightly, his hands left an imprint. He punched him in the jaw, and dropped him. "I won't be pushed around anymore. I don't care if that's what I'm here for. The Doctor can kill me for all I care. It isn't as though-" Suddenly tears flew from his eyes, like streams. "It isn't as though - it isn't as though any of you care. I'm insignificant. I- I'm sorry." Donnie turned away, his voice cracking, as he realized what he had done. The other three embraced him, hugging him tightly. "Oh, Donnie. We won't allow you to feel this way ever again. You are of use. You are so much more than you say you are, and we love and care for you deeply. It was our fault for not realizing your talents, our fault for not taking your feelings into account. Please feel free to say if there is anything you don't wish to do." "Th- thank you." Donnie replied to Benzedrine, tears flowing from his eyes. The sad thing about this situation would be that it would happen again. This wasn't the end of the Suiteheart's manipulation of Donnie the Catcher. It was the only the beginning, and Donnie would never speak up. He was a tool, and it was his job to please...