(A/N: I'm back. :) Excited? Yeah, don't lie! I know what your all thinking, 'Aw shit, here we go again.'. LMAO. Well, this shall definitely be a completely new journey! Not giving away anything in this first chapter really. I'm sure you'll get the joist of what's going on though. XD If you don't like depressing(?) stuff than I suggest you leave. Or don't leave. That's completely your choice. I'll admit that writing this will be hard seeing as the third phase has pretty much just started but worry not! This will be a fantastical story!.........I hope. D: Notice that the chapters have names?? You'll understand why later. Well float on my little sheep's! Enjoy this marvelous new chapter! By the way to get a real feeling out of this chapter and the ones to come I recommend to listen to some music. One song that you should listen to while reading this would be "Hear me Now" by Framing Hanley. The acoustic versions the best. lol. Now that we're talking about music though you should listen to 'Where the Wild Things Are' soundtrack. It's cute. :3 It kinda reminds you of when you were younger and everything was so simple. Meh. Well Ta-Ta!)
Chapter 1 (So on and So on)
'The silence isn't so bad,
Until I look at my hands and feel sad.'
Like that Owl City song on the radio that's how I felt.
Music played all the time but it still seemed so quiet.
I missed her.......Noodle.
2-D did too.
He stood by the window of our dingy little apartment all day and looked out at the world that carried on, not realizing that up here we were suffering.
He had these fits sometimes where he'd curl up into a ball and cry.
I'd always be there to comfort.
Truthfully I cried a lot more than him but he was there for me too.
Music and 2-D.
Those are the only two things that really matter to me anymore.
Music to help me remember and 2-D to keep me alive.
Being sane anymore just wasn't an option.
Our family was gone.
Now it was just me and him. Me and 2-D.
The last I heard of Russel, which was about 2 years ago, he was doing well considering what happened to Noodle. He was trying to start a taxidermy business.
.............
Murdoc? I haven't the slightest about what happened to him.
About a week or so after 2-D and I got away he'd somehow got a hold of our number and screamed into the phone about Noodle being in hell or something. I wasn't really sure what to make of it.
I don't know what he's up to now. I don't even care.
Maybe he's still in Kong or maybe he went to live with Bailey, who really knows?
Bailey.
She didn't act like it but she was my first real friend even though she only admit it once.
Before El Manana she called all the time and even came to visit once but afterwards I didn't hear much from her at all.
Now she doesn't even call, she hasn't in years.
No one ever calls.
Even if they did what would be the point of answering?
There's no reason to talk to anyone except 2-D.
Everyone else just doesn't understand.
.............
Fame money goes a long way.
You wanna know how the bills get payed?
Money 2-D made in Gorillaz.
Every twice a month or so we go out to get groceries and buy movies.
People recognize 2-D all the time.
Tall, blue-hair, 8 ball eyes, how could you not recognize him?
The worst thing is that people recognize me to.
Almost as tall, red hair. messed up orange eyes.
Picture that plus 2-D walking down the street with dazed looks........crazy ain't it?
Damn tabloids after the accident, that's how I got recognized.
Articles with headlines like ''How are the Gorillaz coping?!" and "Will they stick together?!".
We got a bunch of movies today.
I sat in front of the DVD player and popped in a movie.
Getting up I sat beside 2-D.
Our flat was small. A studio apartment is what someone would call it.
One room......not one bedroom but one room and a bathroom.
The kitchen, if you could call it that, was crammed into a corner.
It consisted of a small fridge that could have been mistaken to be made in the 1960's, a tiny stove and a sink.
Our bed's in the opposite corner.
The t.v sits beside the only window and the brown and dirty green looking couch sits in front of it.
The front doors my favorite part of this place.
It has one of those old fashioned mail flaps.
When I was a kid I'd alway dreamed of living in a big house with a door like that but this will have to do.
2-D puts his arm over my shoulder and presses play on the remote.
Other than me mindlessly listening to music and him staring out the window, this was about the only thing we did.
Watched movies.
Life's been like this for about three years.
It's 2009, 2-D just turned 31 and me, 29 on May 29th.
If I was in a joking mood I'd say this was my year but I know for a fact it won't be.
We were watching a favorite movie of mine, The Happening.
Not exactly Silent Hill but it was good.
We'd just got to the part where all the workers start jumping off of the building when 2-D starts shaking.
Pulling his knees up to his chest he begins to sob, placing his face in his hands.
Seeing him like this always made me upset.
His mental health hasn't been the same since....then.
Any little thing will set him off.
My mind hasn't been right ever since than either.
The music I use to hear all the time is gone.
Screams from that day fill up my brain now.
It's gotten so bad that I can barley get any sleep.
When I do manage to fall asleep my nightmares wake me up right away.
Sometimes I wake up yelling.
Sometimes even crying.
2-D looks up, still sobbing and shaking, his face is soaked with salty tears.
I lean over and hold him and he presses his head into my shoulder and whispers ''Feel Good." over and over again.
They were lyrics to begin with but now there a sort of mantra.
Hearing him repeat this makes me feel hopeful and hopeless at the same time.
He stops his chanting and looks at me.
"Sorry." He mutters.
I shake my head. "Don' be." I reply.
That's when the melancholy feeling hits and I start crying with him.
He wraps his arms around me and presses my head against his chest.
Right then it's like the gravity switch has been turned off.
I try to keep my eyes open but it's impossible.
2-D was like my medicine.
My oxygen.
I couldn't live with out him and I could never overdose.
.............
Just as a pleasant dream is about to grace me with it's presents the screams start.
I can feel my self shaking and it's hard to breath.
I snap my eyes open and gasp loudly.
2-D strokes my hair as I lay against him.
He leans down and kisses each of my eyelids.
"I's alrigh'. I'm 'ere. Jus' try ta get some sleep." He says, holding me again.
I breath in a shuttery breath and his smell fills my nostrils, travels through my brain, and puts out the fire of the screams that haunts me.
.............
Butterscotch.
Noodle once told me that's what she thought 2-D smelt like.
Plastic Shopping bags, cigarettes, and honey.
That's how he smelled to me.
An odd mixture of sweet and stale but it's the only smell I like anymore.
That and fresh grass but here there is none.
..............
The vast blue sky stretches endlessly and the emerald green grass brushes against my ankles as I walk.
The sun, a deep gold, lays itself on my skin.
I sit down under the only tree, a giant oak, and take a deep breath.
The smell of fresh air gives me a light headed sensation and I smile at my family.
Family isn't a matter of what blood you have, it's about the feelings you share.
Russel, the gentle giant, sits and watches the clouds pass by.
Murodc, surprisingly calm, lays in the grass and soaks up the heat from the sun.
Bailey rest her head on his chest and gives off a smile that could light a city.
2-D comes and sits beside me in the shade and wraps his arms around me, singing a soft tune that floats out and touches everyone.
"Saw that Day,
Lost my Mind,
Lord, I'm fine,
Maybe in time, you'll want to be mine."
Noodle, acoustic guitar in hand, strums a smooth melody.
It's funny how dreams work, really.
Chapter 1 End
(A/N: Well be honest, was it a load of rubbish? Meh. It's all good. I'm just beginning so don't give up on me! :D)