Gorillaz Oneshots

voices - a bit o cynu

Where: Plastic Beach
Who: Noodle and Cyborg
Noodle does somethin and somethin happens

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Noodle groaned as she scratched at her wrists again. She didn't know why exactly she was doing it, but she just couldn't stop. It hurt, it hurt so much, but she didn't stop.

If it-If it hurt, of course she'd stop, right? Soon, she would gain control again, surely, and she could stop it. Hopefully, she wouldn't have any bad marks.

Hopefully.

That word repeated in Noodle's mind, along with Scratch and Don't stop. Why? Why wouldn't they stop? She wanted them to leave her be, she didn't want this madness anymore! It all just brought more and more pain to her as she gripped her head, begging -- no, pleading -- for it to stop.

Her screams and sobs weren't heard by anyone. Of course, why would anyone hear? She was alone; Murdoc, 2D, and Cyborg went fishing for a while.

Maybe it was for the best, right? Maybe they weren't supposed to know. Maybe they weren't supposed to know about her sudden insanely sadistic thoughts.

Noodle clawed harder, feeling liquid beginning to pool on her skin. She'd gotten past the skin.

She started to panic, her breathing speeding up. She didn't want to bleed! She'd get it all over the living room, and Satan only knows what'd happen if Murdoc found out.

Noodle gulped, hugging her torso and letting a loud sob to exit her throat. The pain was too much, and soon enough, she passed out on the floor, dropping on her back and her vision fading to a horrific black.

Cut them up.

Kill them.

Strangle them.

You have every right to.

They hurt you; so much.

Do it.

Stop waiting, you'll run out of time--

Noodle woke up from her unconscious state, groaning again. She felt the sharp pain of the gashes in her arm and hissed as she sat up from the floor. She chuckled, looking around to see no one. Of course, they'd gone out for hours.

She blinked harshly, holding back tears as she stood up. A deep pain in her knees prevented her from standing on her own, so she desperately gripped the wall.

Set this place on fire whilst they sleep.

"No!" Noodle yelled at her own mind, grasping at her hair. The voices had just gotten more and more vicious as the days went by. She shook her head violently, trying to rid her mind of these thoughts.

Noodle's eyes widened as she thought up something brilliant. If she killed herself, surely, the voices would stop, then!

But, no, how would the band react?

Oh, Noodle, you know they wouldn't care. They'd be caring for you right now if they truly did.

Noodle stood proudly, happy that she finally could stand straight. She smirked as she walked to the trashed kitchen, staring blankly at the silverware drawer.