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It sucked in a world like this, when you're forced out of your own home without a choice and made to live and sing on this beach you wanted nothing to do with. All you wanted was to just be at home and do your own thing, not needing to bother or care about anyone else other then yourself and the faces you sometimes saw that you knew weren't really there. That was the life for Stuart Pot at that moment. He was forced out of his will to be taken to a Plastic Beach, forced to sing for a new album he wants nothing to do with and forced to live in a room where there is a whale watching him. He would never understand how somehow Murdoc payed a whale to watch him. All the black eyed man had for entertainment was his iPad which most of the time couldn't be used since Murdoc would take his charger.

He had never felt so alone. His best friend had been gone for five years and he missed her so much and the robot which checked up on him often did not help his feelings at all. He remembered when he first saw her and thought it was the girl who had left him all those years ago, but boy was he completely wrong. He remembered going to hug the robot before she threatened him, knowing after that it wasn't the girl he knew so well. He knew it was so wrong to love a girl like that. He knew it was wrong to have started to develop feelings for a girl who was dead. Who had died five years ago while she was sixteen. She would have been twenty one now.

He felt his heart sting and like he was going to vomit at the thought of her. Noodle. The girl who was brought up to their home when she was ten. The girl who he had seen as a sister the time he knew her. The girl who he fell in love with. He couldn't handle the pain he was in from the thought that he would never be able to see her face again and that the stupid cyborg which followed Murdoc around would be the her replacement. 

He looked over to the side of the room as he noticed his painkillers. The only reason why the green-Brit would allow Stuart to continue having those was because of his migraines. Every time he tried to end his life the other would somehow find out. The blue haired male quickly looked around the room for a sign if he was being recorded or something, but nothing showed him of the such. His gaze went back to those pills, slowly feeling his hands going close to it before gripping the bottle. 

Everything became a blur after that. He didn't even notice when he opened the bottle or swallowed the pills. All he knew is that he swallowed them and his world was somewhat blurry. He somewhat thanked god nothing had came and saved him yet as his world went black and couldn't feel whoever tried to bring him back to who he was back to life.

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