Scar Tissue [2Doc]

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When you get high and crash for the night, you either get the best sleep of your life or you'll be tossing and turning in discomfort all night until you inevitably exhaust yourself out.

I'm currently having one of those nights.

The stress of moving in with 2D made me cave and I wanted to forget about everything. Even just for a moment. I curse at my hypocritical actions, as here I am yet again running from my problems instead of facing them like I said I would.

Noodle and I sterilized 2Ds apartment clean of any loose blades lying around, drugs, and any weapons. There wasn't much of a fight dragging him back here, but it's the silent treatment that's killing me. I don't wanna blame the guy, but it just stresses me out.

His musty apartment has no ac, my bare skin sticks on the leather couch grossly. I can't sleep like this. I sit up, slowly peeling myself away from the couch, and toss the blanket I had on my lap aside. I make my quite walk to the kitchen window, reaching over the sink to pop it open. The cool night air from outside slowly seeps in and provides the needed chill I craved.

I pour myself a cup of water to quench my growing cottonmouth from trying to sleep with my mouth open. After I gulp down the water, I pour one additional glass and quietly walk down the hallway to where 2D lies. His door is partially open, I only push it slightly more, just enough to squeeze my body through. I drag my feet as to not make a sound, and place the glass slowly on the bedside table.

I look to 2D. The moonlight slightly peering through his window, a small sliver of dim light shining across his face. He sleeps silently, his body twitching slightly every so often. He looks exhausted.

The last time we were in this room a fight broke out. A fight that could've been avoided if I just spoke what I felt instead of holding my tonge. I mentally sigh at the outcome of the situation. Now we've got a cracked out 2D and a worried sick Noodle.

...I wonder what Rustle is up to...

The chump moved back to his home town in New York soon after the band broke apart. He went back to the family and friends I ripped him apart from. Hopefully, he's much happier now.

I pat 2D's freshly cleaned hair softly. He feels like a cloud.

When should I tell him how I truly feel? I think waiting at least a couple of days should be safe. I want him to feel secure around me more than anything. I need to figure out how to put my pride aside first though.

I trudge out of his room and go straight for the bathroom. Knowing 2D, he'll most likely have something for sleep. I open the bathroom cabinet and out fall overflowing pill and medicine bottles. I wince at the loud rattling noise that erupted from the bottles.

Jesus fucking christ D.

After sifting through his strange collection I finally come across some sleeping pills. I examine the recommended amount and retrieve two from the bottle, popping them into my mouth and turning on the tap for some water. I cup my hands under the running water and drink away, the taste of tap water not something to be desired. 

I go back to the living room and lay back down on the couch, not using the blanket as a cover anymore. Sleep. It's all I need right now. I close my eyes and let the drowsiness from the pills succumb me.  

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My eyes shoot open as I awake, suddenly being hyper focused on my environment. I'm in 2D's apartment,, how can I forget. I reach down to the floor to scoop up my phone. I click it on to check the time. It's midday. Shit, I need to check on 2D.

I quickly get up and make my way to his room. I knock softly on the door. "2D? You awake yet?"

No answer. 

I don't plan to wait around for a response, knowing I wont get one, so I push open the door and walk in. 2D lays in bed silently, his back facing the door. The glass of water I put on his bedside table is now empty. I walk around to him and find him awake, his eyes glued to his phone and earbuds resting in his ears. When he realizes my presences, he freezes. I notice his tenseness, so I smile slightly as a form of peace.

"Hi. Whatchu doin'? You want some breakfast?" I ask.  

No answer.

He slowly removes one of his ears buds and looks up at me. "Wha?" he asks with a sleepy voice.

"I said, you want some breakfast?"

He shakes his head into his pillow. "I don' think I can stomach anything solid yet."

"I can make you a shake. How about some tea?"

His face perks up when I mention tea. I smile. How adorable.

"I'll make you some tea then. I'll be back."

As I boil the water for his tea I toss some into the coffee maker to make my own beverage. I walk back to his room with two steaming cups.

"Here you go mate," I say, placing the mug down on the bedside table. I take a seat at his desk; It's stationed in front of his bed. I watch as he slowly sits up to retrieve his beverage. He closes his eyes as drinks, his earbuds still placed in his ears. I wonder what he's listening to. 

His arms were in full view when I visited him at the hospital, but I didn't have the courage to look at them then. Now, I'm face to face with his bare arms once more, scars littered from his wrist to far up his arms. It sends a stinging pain throughout my whole body. I almost can't bear to look at them. It makes me wince in all sorts of ways. 

"2D," I call out.

He miraculously opens his eyes and looks at me. He takes out one ear bud once more.

"Get ready soon. Your first therapy appointment is at 2:00." 

A/N: okay,, dude. I don't like sharing my art on social media nowadays cause I'm not confident anymore, but I just wanted to share this quick drawing I made based on the story. I found myself pondering about this story since I'm actively writing it again and threw this together at work in between customers. :')