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ꗃ 𝟎𝟭 | 𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐃𝐀𝐘

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━━ ꗃ 𝟎𝟭 | 𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐃𝐀𝐘 ||

━━ ꗃ 𝟎𝟭 | CURSING ||

━━ ꗃ 𝟎𝟭 | ALCOHOL ||

━━ ꗃ 𝟎𝟭 | MENTAL TURMOIL ||

[𝗠𝗨𝗥𝗗𝗢𝗖'𝗦 𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗣𝗘𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗩𝗘]

𝗜 𝗥𝗔𝗡 𝗔 hand through my hair, the texture greasy and unkempt. My thoughts violently gyrated 'round my mind as I brought my beer bottle up to my lips, a stream of burning liquid pouring down my throat as I tried desperately to distract my steadily declining thoughts.

❝𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮.❞

❝𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶.❞

❝𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶.❞

❝𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘯, 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴.❞

I threw the bottle of alcohol at the wall and screamed, the shout going unheard by the people outside of my Winnebago; I knew that for a fact, so I allowed myself to slip from my previous calm facade.

As I cried, the intrusive phrases progressively grew in volume, my head pounding painfully. My sobs only seemed to provide the voice in my head with further determination and confidence. I soon collapsed to the ground of my Winnie, only then did I realize I couldn't breathe, my lungs flexing in an attempt to retrieve air.

I desperately gasped for air; however it was of no use, my mind set into a constant panic. I felt hot, searing tears pouring down my face, dripping onto the fabric of my shirt and pants.

 Jeez, how pathetic could I be, losing a battle to my own mind.

I remained curled into a protective ball, not being able to breath properly; my vision blurring and filling with spots of black. It felt as if decades had passed until I heard a voice disturb my supposed silence.

"Mudzy... Why're 'ya cryin'?" They'd inquired with obvious hesitance. Great, it was 2D, wasn't it? I kinda felt bad, he didn't even want to approach me due to what I'd strewn him through.

❝𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮.❞

I reached for the source of the voice, 2D; My body shaky and face tear stained. My fingers brushed the clothing of his shirt as I clung to it, praying that he wouldn't push me away; not that I would blame him if he did. 

2D stiffened slightly, before I found that he enveloped me in a caring embrace. 

"Murdoc, yew'rw scarin' meh, what's wrong 'wif 'ya?" The bluenette carefully questioned, gingerly rubbing soothing circles into my shoulder blade. His voice brought not only comfort for me; it also brought a heavy sense of guilt.

"I...I can't see." I'd croaked, a wave of exhaustion sweeping over me.

❝𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘩𝘶𝘨𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤.❞

 2D didn't need to deal with my sorry ass, I'd put him through enough already.

"Okay. Mudz, listen to 'meh voice, we're in yew'r Winnebago, remember what 'dat looks like?" The pupiless male hummed softly, slowly lowering us to sit on the floor so I wouldn't strain my body further.

I tried to think about my winni, shoving everything else out from my brain; I can vividly see my bed, with the silk sheets and soft blanket. I soon realize I'm staring at my bed, and take a moment to study the bed before my gaze moves elsewhere.

Next my apertures land on a bottle of rum, I remember drinking some earlier.

Then I finally remember that 2D was there; still holding me. I aim my optics to glare up at him, embarrassed that I was found in a situation such as that. He looked worried, shocking me in the slightest; his eyebrows were tightly knitted together, a small frown etched into his face.

"Are 'yew okay?" He'd muttered just loud enough for his voice to register in my mind.

I felt my face run hot in humiliation and shame; I aggressively wiped my face free of stray tears and nodded. "Ugh. I'm fine, Dents..." I mumbled, averting my gaze from the blank stare that dug holes into the side of my face. 

Then 2D pulled me flush against his chest, comfortingly holding me; almost as if assuring that he wouldn't allow me to ever be harmed again. I hesitantly hugged him back, suddenly feeling as though a weight of some kind was taken off of me.

I felt free in a way.

"Hey Mudz, let's go get Noodle an' Russ. An' we can play some games, yeh?" The younger suggested, smiling gently.

I grinned slightly at the singer's offer, nodding. We left my Winnebago, 2D closing the door.

Once me and my band were in the commons, we started up a game, Noodle winning as usual. I couldn't help but sigh in relief, the voice that tormented me endlessly had finally ceased. I felt that my band actually cared for me.

My family cared for me.

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