2Doc Oneshots

Sunday [ANGST]

a sad one-shot, since i've labeled myself as an angsty teen. lmao. don't hate me

tw: suicide

this is phase 2, but in 2005

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His steps echoed through the empty corridors of Kong. He whistled, swearing under his breath at the cold temperature.

Everyone was presumably asleep -- Murdoc in his Winnebago, Russel and Noodle in their bedrooms. 2D was the only one awake after midnight -- it gave him the space and privacy to think.

He continued walking, glancing out of the windows when he could, and he caught a glimpse of Murdoc's Winnebago. Carefully, he stepped into the car park. The Geep was metres away and the singer was tempted to take it for a drive, but he didn't want to wake the bassist.

He winced as the door to the Winnie opened, revealing a tall brunette. Quickly, Stuart ran, his footsteps startling the girl, but she didn't notice him running to disappear out of her view. He made his way to the side of the Winnie, listening in on the words both of them spoke.

"I had a great time, luv. Shall we do this again?" Murdoc asked, his voice laced with flirtation. "We should definitely do this again," the brunette said, a hint of lust in her voice.

Murdoc chuckled and got out, showing the girl how to get through the building to the entrance. 2D walked out of the car park and to the front of the building, not caring that it was completely dark out and zombies were lurking.

He walked down the hill, maneuvering aroud gravestones and away from the creatures that would kill him until he got to a tree at the edge of the property and climbed into it, only shuddering softly as what'd happened to him as a child. He brought a hand up to his azure locks, sighing.

2D looked at Kong, the outline of the building easy to see. The only light on was in his room; a lamp was lit, so the light was dim.

Another light was switched on in Noodle's room and Stuart wondered why the girl was awake.

He looked at the object in his right hand and set it on his lap, the silver colour taunting him.

He twisted it in his hand careful not to do anything stupid. There was only one. 2D had intended on making this quick, so he'd only put one. One was enough to kill, right? Surely it was. He'd seen heard of people shooting themselves in the head and succeeding with just one bullet if they got the angle right. He stuck the gun to his temple, but removed it shortly after.

He was tired of the abuse. The random objects getting thrown at his head and successfully hitting their target, the punches, the hits, the full-on kicks to his face and stomach once hitting the ground until he was unconscious. He was tired of the migraines. The migraines that were caused mainly by the bassist himself. He was tired of the person whom he cared for most also being his abuser.

So he decided to end it all.

If he were older, 2D would find a logical reason not to kill himself, but he was almost 27. He was young, therefore he found no legitimate reason to stay alive.

As the sun rose, he watched zombies scurry to avoid the sunlight. He pulled his phone out and dialed a number. Surely Russel was awake. It was almost 7:30 in the morning.