Broken: a Sequel

Chapter 12: Murdoc's POV

This song is actually by Skrillex before he was Skrillex. This was back when he was just Sonny Moore. It's a song that has always been special to me and I thought fit the chapter. Enjoy the update!
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    I was so happy to have Stuart back. It's crazy how one person can change your whole life. Everything was going great. However, I knew Paula would be back around soon. She would do whatever it took to ruin our lives and careers.
    "Good morning, Mudz," Stuart said as he sat up next to me in bed. His blue hair, messy as usual. He was adorable. Which, I didn't like to admit.  Yeah, Stu had softened me a lot but I was still myself. I had a rough past and it made it hard for me to love and show affection.
    "Mornin" I said plainly. I hated how I was. I guess it was good I was tough. I had to protect Stuart. So far, I hadn't done a great job of that. Maybe he should be with someone else. He had a look of disappointment. He shook his head and climbed out of bed.
    "I'm going downstairs to get some food. Do you want to come with me?" He asked.
    "Uh...no. I'm good," I said, distracted. My mind felt so overloaded.
    "Okay. I guess I'll ask Noodle," Stuart frowned and closed our bedroom door. I felt like such an asshole. I needed to distance myself from him until I made up my mind. I got dressed, grabbed the keys to my bike and headed downstairs.
    I tried to be quiet. I didn't want anyone to know I was leaving. My footsteps sounded like gunshots to me, no matter how quiet I walked. Finally, making it outside, I looked up and could tell it was about to storm. I hopped on my bike and began to drive wherever my motorcycle took me.
    I felt my mind go numb and I closed my eyes. I just drove and let my bike the lead the way. As I drove, my bike hit a large rock and shook me out of my trance. I immediately came to a halt. I knew where I was. The place where I was born. Stoke-on-Trent. The place where I was Murdoc Alphonse Niccals.
    I started to feel weak and dizzy. I sat on the dirty ground and leaned up against my bike. Flashbacks of my childhood were hitting my mind at a hundred miles per hour. Having to perform in the talent show so my dad could win money, being bullied at school, my brother beating me, being abused in all different ways. I felt like a child again. I screamed but there was no sound. I was stuck in my memories and couldn't escape.