You're My Medicine, When You're Closed To Me. (2Doc)

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《Stockholm syndrome is a psychological condition that causes hostages to develop sympathetic sentiments towards their captors, often sharing their opinions and acquiring romantic feelings for them as a survival strategy during captivity》

Wow Wikipedia, you're always really clear.

"To develop sympathetic sentiments towards their captors." But...
I don't think I'm addicted to Murdoc. I think...

NO NO NOOOOOOOO THIS IS NOT GOOD.
-What's the matter with you Murdoc?
- YOU are the MATTER 2D. We'll be there in a week, with our ass on the stage to win that fucking prize. Are you distracted?
-me?
-yeah. You magic blue genie. You'd better focus on your work! My god. I need those money. I want to go on a holiday!
-no way! Noodle said.
We must keep the money for videos or band stuff. Not to go on a holiday pickle.
-yeah okay dolly... as you want.
Let's get back on our work.

Okay I must try again.
The notes flow really fast. I don't even have the time to think.

Up on melancholy hill
There's a plastic tree...
Are you h-

NOOOOOOOOOOO
-Murdoc I'm trying over here!
-We'll do it again tomorrow. I'm going go to take a walk. See ya tonight losers.
-but it's only 6:00 p.m.
-see ya tonight.

Am I so out of tune guys?
-stu your voice is beautiful. You also sing in tune. But you don't have that something that makes everything perfect. That little extra.
I know that you were living a terrible period when you wrote it. I know that you wanted to leave everything to go away, but now it's just a little part of your past. You have to focus on your work.
-okay Noodle. Thanks.
-hey, you're welcome. Now I gotta go to my room to do a videochat with my friend.

-you know man, you've got the talent, you just have to show it like you did before. Why don't you try to research and watch your old performances to take inspiration from them? You've got to get into it
-thank you Russ. Really.

I went to my room to watch some videos of my performances in 2010, but I couldn't find my laptop. Where is it? I can't find it.
Maybe  under my bed? nope.
On the shelf? No.
Noooodle! Did you take my laptop?
-Sorry Stu if I borrowed it without asking your permission, but it's faster than mine! Use murdoc's one.
-All right. I didn't really like the idea of using his computer, but I just had to delete the internet researches.
I'm going to his room. What a terrible smell of smoke! Yes, I occasionally smoke, but I can't stand his horrible cuban cigars. All right. I'm opening the laptop. Let's research.
I'm trying to avoid his researches with adults's pages and...
"How do I open a pickle jar?"
"Are pickles good for cholesterol ?"
"Young women who are looking for a grown man"
AHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA MURDOC A GROWN MAN.
I continue
"Seller amazon Clean egyptian silk sheets"
"Which cologne does attract women?"
I finally search some of my performances.
Since I was living a terrible period, the words had a strong meaning for me, so I sang them with a lot of emotion. I was leaving his room when something caught my attention. I saw another page opened on an Instagram Profile.
Of...
Mandy Brandy.
Brandy wtf.
Oh okay it's a stage name. His true name it's Amanda Rotten. But she's...
I recognise the skin and the hair.
Oh he was stalking her!
I have a look at her profile.

"Can't see you, can't hear you, can't feel you NO MORE!"
Lil baby from purple sugar🌼
25
If you like it, wear it.

Seriously?!
I take a look at her pictures. Well she's not that bad. She's cute but nothing special. She has about 3000 photos. A lot of them are from her clothes line, others from her concerts, others are pictures her outfits.
Murdoc liked that photo.
In which shes on the beach with a pink bikini, big vamp glasses and black lipstick.
Typical.
Oh no
He left a comment on another photo. In which she has a short skirt.
"See ya at baftaz"...

No comment.

What was I doing?
Oh right the performance!
I delete the researches I made and I go back to bed. Lately I'm always tired.
I sleep but some hours later I heard some steps.
I close my eyelids to see what's happening. Murdoc is back. I think it's almost 2:00 am.
I'm keeping my eyes open. He walks down the hall three times. Up. Down. Up. Down. Then he finally comes to my room. I pretend to sleep while he's coming closer. He's staring at me. I close my eyes to avoid suspicious. He's coming even more closer.
One of his fingers borders on my eyecircles in which he left some bruises.
I try not to feel the pain.
With strange delicate mouvements he controls my eyes, and he leaves me by bruising my hair.

A moment later I'm on the top of the orange hill, staring at the landscape.
Water. Just water that assumes the colours of dawn.
An immense orange world.
Maybe he doesn't hate me. I thought.
Maybe I'm not the problem.
Maybe.

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Hi guyssss! I'm sorry but it takes a lot of time to translate! I will try to do it faster! If you study italian you can read it in my native language!you find it on my profile. Anyway what do you think?