Is It Love? ~2doc~

((Quick Disclaimer: I do not own the characters in this story, they do not belong to me. The only thing that is mine is the story. This does not include the places (shops, houses etc.). Enjoy reading!))

 I sat, head resting in my cold palm, staring out of the window. Cars of all shades and models whizzed by, rushing down the black road below. The evening sun was still hot, and the apartment I was in began to dim as it slowly set.

I saw a car almost crash into another, an old grey, beaten car. It was in really bad shape, actually. As it almost collided, I heard the familiar screech of rubber on pavement as it swerved away. Wordlessly, without an expression, I raised my hand up to one of my eyes. Black. I nearly smiled as I remembered the time Murdoc crashed the car through the windshield of the shop. I was just behind the counter, then, bored out of my brains, when, suddenly, I heard that screech, and the light smell of rubber, metal, and gasoline.

I remember waking up in the hospital, with the bright fluorescent lights overhead. I couldn't move a muscle, but my eyes had managed to flicker open. To my right, where the visitor chairs were, I saw a blurry figure stand up quickly. I remember I tried to smile, and then my eyes began to close themselves. I could hear a dark, low voice chuckling happily above me, and I remember how my shoulders were shaken quickly until my eyes were open again. I faintly remember his expression, the doctor standing upright at my left. A satisfied sigh escaped my lips, then, and it was all I could muster. In fact, it was more of just a forced exhale. I had moved my eyes to the right, and remember Murdoc leaned over the side of the hospital bed. He stared hopefully at the doctor, yet it looked more worried than anything else. He was more worried about legal consequences or his car, I think.

I coughed as the dust on the windowsill went into my throat. I must have zoned out for a moment. No, wait. I dusted this room only yesterday. And, not to mention, I've never really been bothered by dust. I took a step away from the glass, somehow not breaking my blank gaze  outside. I felt my eyes close, similar to that memory, but oddly in more of a tired sense, and I deeply inhaled through my nostrils. An odd smell, almost like-

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I awoke suddenly, sweating, in darkness. My legs were curled up to my chest, and I laid on my back. My breath was warm, and I could feel it on my hands, who were near pressed against my face. My back ached, and with every movement the pain was worsened. I couldn't really move, it was cramped. The stiff smell of hot leather filled the only space that was left.

What is going on? Did I fall into something? Where the hell am I?

I kicked the best I could upwards, and it shook the whole thing I was enclosed in. Am I in a box? I felt dizzy, all the heat and such little room to breathe. I'm not sure how much air I have left, but that aside. I kicked again, and I heard something 'click' and fall off. I saw a sliver of light near my feet as the end of this "box" opened slightly. Cool air rushed in and found its' way onto my face and neck. I smiled, thoughtlessly, and enjoyed a mere moment of oxygen in my lungs. In seconds, the sudden temperature change in my throat caused me to start a coughing fit, and in a rage of gasps, I hit my hand against the top of the enclosure. It popped open almost immediately, and sat up, smelling salt.

Sunlight pierced into my eyes, and I covered them with my hands. I heard a constant 'whoosh' surrounding me. It pulsed, actually. Maybe every 20 or 30 seconds. Like...the ocean? I moved my hand up, so it shaded over my face, and saw blue sky. I heaved myself up, and stood rather unbalanced. The sun was hot on my skin, and I didn't have anything to cover my arms with. Under my feet, chunks of random objects were everywhere. A landfill? It was an unnatural bright pink shade, and everything on here was garbage. Smells like rotten fish here.

I glanced out, and saw the middle of the island was high up, and stretched similar to a pole. It was, too, bright pink, but unlike here it was shaded. Like the top of a fountain, earth was on top, shading the underside. I glanced away, and ocean surrounded the area. An island? Really, the only thing growing here was moss, and maybe a few shells that washed up nearby. A few dead fish were floating nearby, too.

I was in a suitcase. I turned around to see exactly what in the world I was taken here in, and a brown suitcase with far too many stickers (in horrible condition) sat upon the ground. One of the locks had rusted and fallen off, which was how I escaped, I think. I picked up the snapped metal off of the pink trash, and it was sticky, and the strange color rubbed off onto my thin fingers. Bringing it up to my nose, a quick smell already told me what it was. Paint! Who in the hell would paint a whole landfill?

A faint clinking, like metal or a can being tapped together, off to my right caught my attention, and I began to walk near it. An airplane, small, made for only a pilot, floated on the water. Judging from all the different parts, it was meant for water landings. The two bar-like things on the bottom kept it afloat, and the edges of them were hitting the garbage, producing the noises. The blades in front moved ever so slightly in the wind, and I ran to it hoping for escape. A map, even, would be nice. If I knew where I was, then, maybe I could get help from somebody or possibly a neighboring island. I grabbed the door handle and yanked, nearly breaking it, but the door didn't even crack open. In fact, it pulled the whole plane onto an oncoming wave, bringing it up onto shore with a lurch. The windows were too thick to break, and the doors locked. I'll come back to it later, see what I can do.

I looked atop the highest point of the island, and, after a second for my eyes to adjust to the horrid glare, I saw a large building. Almost like a mansion, it was shaped, but rooms jutted out from the sides. In fact, it was rather oddly shaped. Before I climbed up to see who inhabited the house, I wanted to explore a but longer. I would rather find an escape than chat a while with the locals.

The island was circular in shape, I think. Just as I rounded the area a few steps, a dock came into view, along with a small lighthouse further out. The light was on already, slowly turning in all directions, even though the sun was high in the sky. No boat at the dock currently, so I guess I should head to the lighthouse? After a few minutes walk, I came upon the blue door, with one small round window and a handle to the right. Twisting the icy cold metal, the door didn't budge. It must be locked. As I fiddled with the door, attempting to pry it open, the hot summer sun began to set, and the ocean was covered with a golden haze.

Fog began to creep up over the sea just as night did, and my only opportunity for shelter to sleep in was that gigantic white house atop the island. As the sun fell over the horizon and behind the smooth clouds above it, the ground cooled, and the wind began to pick up. I scrambled upward using a ladder near the dock, in hopes that warmth and sleep awaits.

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A wooden ramp lead up to the door, of whom was made of some metal, similar to the lighthouse door but in far better condition. No paint, but a circular window and handle. I yanked on the handle roughly, but the door didn't open. It shook slightly. I leaned forward, preparing to pull harder, when I fell inside onto the frozen floor. A mat of rubber meant for wiping shoes pulled my shirt to my chest and scratched my stomach slightly at the edges. I quickly stood, and felt my cheeks heat up slightly at how stupid that was. It was a push door.

"Hullo?" I yelled into the empty house, hands cupped around my mouth to increase the volume of my voice. "Does anyone live here?" Silence. As my eyes took a glance around, I  realized that there was a some sort of elevator or lift. Most likely to get to the other floors in the house. Which means someone has to live here seeing it as the electricity is still on and working, right? I don't want to barge in, though. Someone might think I'm a thief or something, and I'll get a beating worse than I could imagine.

The elevator clanked and clunked, the rust creaking as it was lowered onto the main floor. As the door opened, I put both of my hands up by my chest, cringing slightly. I felt a small pit of fear well up in my stomach as I took a step back. It seemed like an eternity until the two doors opened. A gruff and far too familiar voice spoke as it opened. "Here already?"

 ((OMG so I hope you guys like this. I plan on making more, and all of the chapters will hopefully be around this length. Comment if you have any ideas that you would want me to incorporate. I will try to update when I can. Ata La Pasta Broskis!))