The New Me • 2D x Murdoc

6 - 2D

This is it. The little blue-haired, ugly, stupid little shit is done.

All that time trying to make myself stronger? Huh. Yeah. Worked a real treat.

Murdoc definitely wasn't trying hard enough to help the band get back together. He just popped us in to the studio and gave us drinks. He doesn't want me, he never will.

I have no regrets on my life or what I'm about to do. My life will be done. My legacy forgotten. Fame dispersing.

Let someone else have a shot, 'ey?

The rope has been hung around the ceiling fan, chair has been stood up.

All I need now is to get up on the chair.

My thoughts drift to the fun times we had with Noodle when she was younger; the cute little thing hopping out of that box and our amazingly horrible code-breaking skills.

When we were on that horrible island and me traumatised from those fucken' whales. I still can't even try to look at a beach. Well, I wont have to in a few minutes.

My life had been great- Actually, no. I'm not gonna lie. It's been shit. Ever since I was six and my friends pushed me out of a tree. I couldn't think for six weeks.

Then, Murdoc hit me with his car- twice- and I got these dreadful eyes. I bet he's not even sorry. I step onto the chair and put the rope around my neck.

I jump.

I miss.