My Hot Kiss Ass Singer. 2d X Murdoc

Brainsick

(2d's POV)

Like you can imagine I was trembling under the stairs like a mouse, hiding from a vicious cat, but that's the thing cats are cute, so why do they have to be so mean?

I had looked around the house for a total of three seconds to find that pepper spray thing but I couldn't find it.

So I sat here in the dark my head resting on my knees, as tears scorched my face like a hot iron. I should have just shut up, I should have just cleaned my room. It needed cleaning anyway. But why the fvck didn't I shut up, he obviously hurt me because of what I said, ugh. Speaking of hurting, I feel like I am going to throw up, my head was spinning, and that gut punch, both the literal one and the figurative one hurt. He was right... I am small, and hopeless, I feel like now a days the only reason I'm still alive, still here... is because I was given a voice of an angel.

It's such bullsh*t.

I sniffled, whipping my running nose on my sleeve. F*cking Murdoc, why you such a mean cat. I started whipping my eyes with my other sleeve, but it seemed like I was still crying... oh right it still hurt. I thought I got rid of my migraines, why did he have to do this to me, I didn't deserve that bit of it. 

This was all too Brainsick.

F*ck you Murdoc.

Ow... ow... F*cking Christmas crackers!

I held my head rocking back in forth in place. All I could see was a neon figure, I can always trick you into putting a rope around your neck, because your that stupid. But your death isn't really enough for me... because torturing you is way to much fun. Then I felt something tight around my neck, I new I was probably imagining it, and that I was just having a panic attack on top of this migraine. But what was weird was that the voice repeating Murdoc, didn't sound like murdoc... it sounded like a girl...

Wasting no time I took out my phone not being able to handle it anymore, and texted Russ.

Hey Russ

I'm hiding under the stairs.

And I can't find the pepper spray.

I need you to come over, I'm scared.

I bit my lip rubbing my throbbing head, then I added on.

And I have a migraine..

I put away my phone hissing as my brain started burning, like it was on a stake or something. And the words repeated, I can always trick you into putting a rope around your neck, because your that stupid. But your death isn't really enough for me... because torturing you is way to much fun. And the tightness around my throat increased, by now I was choking over myself.

Then another voice came into my head, blocking the headache away.

look Hot Kiss A** Singer get you a** up, and pull yourself together.

.

. Uhhh, Cause... I mean isn't your diary in your room? The same room your precious Murdick is in?

I blinked the migraine and the panic attack going away instantly. My.... Journal? In my room... Murdoc in my room. "OH F*CK!" I screamed gripping my hair as I kicked the cubby door open, that journal was full of more fvcking dirty gay shit that is comprehendible, sexy thought, desires, dreams, murdoc....  Oh god he can NOT find it, if he does I might as well run in front of a moving train, preferably a little blue one, like the train that could. So I ran into the kitchen grabbed a knife from out of the drawer and ran back up the stairs.