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2D P.O.V

Once again, Murdoc has confiscated my blade. I went through all that hell for nothing. When we got home on that windy evening, I hobbled strait to my room, not wanting to see anybody. What I did want to see was the blackness that came in the same package as death. I breathed out and pushed my head face first in to my pillow. Maybe I could suffocate myself. After a few seconds of not breathing, I coughed and pulled up. That didn't work…

'Did you forget about your pills dumb ass?' Voice questions. My body jerked up at the thought of pills. My morphine. To be more accurate, my illegally acquired morphine. The doctors had cut me off after a 'accidental' overdose. You can get the same stuff from a random guy on the street, no big deal. I rolled from bed, being careful not to lade on my still soar ass, and stuck my hand under my bed to retrieve the small bottle of pills. There they were, ready for me to consume. I popped the lid off and allowed the contents fall into my hand. But of coarse, there were only two pills. I could have screamed, so I did. I screamed loud and angry at the world. Angry at my self for not saving more pills. Angry with Murdoc for taking away my blades. Angry at God, or who the fuck ever is up there, for making me like this. I bet he was having a grand time seeing my suffering. I popped the last two pills and waited for the affect to take control. Morphine highs were some of the best. I closed my eyes for a few minuets, and when I opened them, my room was decorated with all new colors. Soothing colors, that danced and sang. Out of no where a small blue giraffe crept across the floor. Its tiny legs trembled as it took small steps. Soon, a second giraffe materialized, this one bigger and green. It walked close to the smaller one. It must be the mother. I watched the colored animals cross the floor. When the baby began to stumble, the mother would nudge it forward, motivate it. When the baby would fall, the mother would pick it back up, and place it on its feet. My eyes squinted as I watched on in awe. My body crawled closer to the pair. When they was me approaching, they quickly scattered. Fleeting, hiding under a blue converse shoe.

"Come back…" I whispered to the now lost animals.

'Not even the imaginary giraffes want to talk to you…' I hung my head in shame. Not even my high could protect me from Voice.

"Fuck off." I spoke out loud since nobody was there to judge me, or see my craziness.

'What crawls up your ass? Well, besides some creep's dick.' I shivered, and let a whimper float out.

"Why are you doing this? Who are you?"

'I'm the part of you that wants what is best… our death.'

"Someone will miss me. The whole world can't be against me." I said with hope. Then, something scary happened. Voice came out of my head, literally. Out of no where, he just popped up. Worse still, he, it, whatever it was, looked just like me, almost. We shared hair color, skin tone, body shape, but it's eyes… it's eyes were burning red. I yelped and slid back on the floor.

"What the fuck." I whispered. Voice had a beautifully hideous grin decorating his bony face. I gulped as he began to move closer.

'What a pity. If it wasn't for that sod, Murdoc you would have been dead by now.' Voice breathed out.

"Get away from me." I was starting to panic. Voice reached out it's long, slender arm. Just as it was about to touch me, the door burst open. What little color there was in Voice's face left.

'I swear, I'll be back.' As quickly as it appeared, it was gone, back to my mind I guess. Standing in it's place was a very confused Murdoc.

"2D, are you okay?" he said and started making his way over to me. I remained useless and unresponsive, trying to take everything that just happened in. It was only the high, none of that really happened. I tired to sooth myself, but failed. I had no idea I was crying until I felt Murdoc's rough hand wiping away the tears. I jerked back in surprise. I gasped at my appearance, I guess I didn't look to good, where did I ever?

"Oh shit. Your pills! I forgot to take them. How many did you take?" he asked and began to rapidly feel up my body like that would give him the answer.

"Not enough…" I said quietly. One of his hands gripped at my face.

"Tell me!" he shout with slight anger. I winced.

"Only two." he looked at me skeptically.

"I swear Murdoc. I only took two. It's all I had left." I said sadly. He breathed out a sight of relief.

"Why were you crying?" he asked. I shrugged and buried my face into my arms.

"Tell me." he poked me in my side, causing me to jump slightly.

"I just… I don't even know! You won't understand."

"Try me." I sighed.

"I can't Murdoc, I just need to leave. Please can I have my knifes back?" I begged. It was his turn to sigh. He took a seat on the ground with me. He took one of my limp arms in his hand, and rolled up the sleeve. Slightly, he winced at the sight.

"What do you see when you look at this, Stuart?" I looked down at the cut up arm.

"I see an arm." I said stupidly. Murdoc rolled his eyes.

"Well no duh. You know what I see? I see an arm that belongs to someone who needs help. Let me help you Stuart." I jerked my arm away.

"I don't need help." I said looking down at my bare feet. They were so pale and cold, like they belonged to a dead person… I shivered.

"2D, you told me that you wanted to kill yourself."

"I still do."

"You're broken. Let me fix you."

"Stop!" I shouted and placed hands over my ears.

"Look at me." he said and pushed my head so that I was looking him in the eyes.

"I can help you, Stuart. Let me." still, I shook my head. He had no idea.

"You can't. I'm so fuck up, it scares me." oddly, he gave off a slight laugh.

"We're all fuck up, some of us more than others, but still."

"… Why are you doing this Murdoc?"

"Because, I care." he lies. Only when I look in his eyes, I can see something strange, truth. My eyes grew wide with shock. Someone cared. More importantly, Murdoc cared.

"Thank you." I wanted to say more, like 'I love you' or 'kiss me' but I had a hard time finding the balls, but what he had just said to me was enough. Still, I had to try something… I took a risk and reached out for his hand. Amazingly he excepted my touch. Something slapped my brain hard. An epiphany.

"You're my momma giraffe." I said with a yawn, my high was crashing, and it was time for a nap. He looked into me confused.

"What?" he asked, and then everything went black with sleep.

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