Pharmacy- A 2D x Reader (Gorillaz) COMPLETED

"I think I'll stick with Blue Boy"

There were crowds and crowds of people at the concert. The buzz from the audience was enough to put you into that excited mood. In that moment, I forgot about all my worries and problems. Murdoc went off somewhere to a group of drunk girls. It didn't bother me, I mean, it's Murdoc. And at least for once I didn't feel like I was on suicide watch. It felt riveting to be alone and independent again, yet still being part of this huge group of people, jumping around, enjoying themselves, having the same interests yet not knowing anyone from a bar of soap. It restores my faith in society sometimes.

"Do you know what's worth fighting for, when it's not worth dying for?"

Around about the time the concert was halfway through, they played One 21 Guns. My thoughts drifted to that night at the pharmacy. I really believed I didn't have any fight left in me. I really thought I had given up at that point.

"Does it take your breath away and you feel yourself suffocating?"

My life had been dragging me down to the point of no return. I felt like the only way out was for once making a choice that depended on my life... making a choice to end my life...

"Does the pain way out the pride? And you look for a place to hide?"

After Blue Boy had taken me to his home that day, I felt like I was once again forced to not make my own decisions. I was mad. Helpless... I hated feeling like I needed to depend on other people. It's why I'm so distant. It's why I try to push him away.

"Did someone break your heart inside? You're in ruins."

Blaming it all on Josh was too easy. That would mean that after everything, he'd still have control over my life. Blaming myself would mean it was my fault and that's exactly what I want. I want be recognised as someone who can choose to do what they decide to do. Not base them off of other people.

As the chorus hits, everyone starts shouting along. I was overwhelmed by the energy around me. The joy, the adrenaline, the people. I was just another lost soul among them and that in itself was spiritual finding.

"Out the way!" a girl shoves me, making her way over to another group of girls. I regained my balance and looked in the direction where she was heading. My heart dropped at the sight.
Josh. Surrounded by a ton of girls, smirking in my direction. Not sparing any mercy, grabbing two girls by the waist, waiting for my reaction.
I wanted to scream and beat the smug smile off of his face. But that would be what he would want. What HE would want. No. I choose what I do, I choose how I feel.
So I chose to walk away.
Leave. As his eyes pierced into the back of my head.
It was my decision to leave the concert. MINE. And that's what made it all the more sweeter.

The concert was held near my old neighbourhood, so I decided to take a stroll down my literal memory lane. Down to my old apartment. The park. My old high school. That little coffee shop I used to go on dates with...

He doesn't have control over my memories.

The old coffee shop I used to get coffee at.

A few blocks down the dark roads, I stop in front of the building with lights spelling out "Pharmacy". This is where it all starts. Not where Josh treats me like shit.
Right here.
Where my life changed and I became myself again.

I walk in, looking around. I never thought I'd see this place again. I make my way to one of the shelves grabbing my favourite chocolate bar. I make my way to the counter and the cashier gives me a quizzical look.
"Didn't you pick up your prescription a few days ago? I'm sorry ma'am, but I can't give you more p..."
"Can't a person just buy a candy bar without being suspected of substance abuse?" I say, rolling my eyes.
"Oh... I... Sorry, my mistake."
I paid for the bar and left the pharmacy.

It was cold outside, even though I was wearing a jacket. Where do I go from here? I don't remember much of how to get to Kong from this place.
Frustrated, I make my way to the back, sitting at my old spot, unwrapping my treat.

"Is the universe trying to tell me something? Is it trying to me no matter what I choose, I'll still end up at the same place? Same thoughts crossing my mind? Is it just an endless cycle that maybe even I don't have control over?" I ask aloud. I could feel the nostalgia flickering back. I could imagine the pill bottle in my hand again...

"Luv?" a voice interrupted my thoughts. I look in the direction of the voice.
"Blue Boy?"
He made his way over and sat next to me.
"Wot are yew doin' 'ere?"
"No reason. I just decided to leave earlier." I lie, not wanting to explain myself further.
"Wait, why are you here?"
He pulls a bottle out of his jacket pocket and shakes it. "I needed mo'e painkillers." he looks away, mumbling, "I also needed to clear my 'ead and see fhis spot one last time... jos' to retrace my steps."
"Retrace your steps?"
"I'm no' sure eifher... I guess I jos' needed ah reminder fhat yew're really still 'ere."

We went silent, just staring out at the empty parking lot in front of us.
"Wait, didn't you get painkillers three days ago?"
He nodded sullenly, knowing where I was going with this.
"Yeah, fhey're done. I 'ave an addiction. Fhye've kept me longer though. Since findin' yew I've taken less."

For some reason, that hit me hard. Blue Boy had always come across as so carefree and happy. Him having an addiction... It didn't make sense to me.
"Why do you have an addiction?"
He stretched his legs out, leaning into the wall and looking up at the night sky. "Don' we all need ah painkiller of sum kind?"
"I don't follow..."
He tilted his head in my direction and smiled slightly. "Ever'one needs ah painkiller. Ah person, an activity, ah 'obbie... sumfhink to take fheir mind off of fhe pain. Mine jos' 'appens to be ah literal painkiller."

He looked up at the sky again and all was silent once more. Hearing Blue Boy say something that actually made sense was astonishing. He's not an idiot, I never thought he was... but I couldn't wrap my head around him being this insightful.

"Stuart." he muttered.
"Huh?" I jumped out of my thoughts.
"My name. B'fore Murdoc and fhe band. B'fore ever'fhing. B'fore my temporary 'abbit became an addiction."
"I think I'll stick with Blue Boy." I tried lightening the situation. Thankfully he chuckled.
"Why do yew insis' on callin' me fhat, luv?"
I shrug, looking at our outstretched feet. "Because everyone calls you 2D... and I'm not everyone."
"That's clear to see." he said, playfully knocking his shoe against mine.
"Hey, speaking of addictions," I say, showing him the chocolate. "Say hello to mine."
"Fhat looks familiar... wait..." he pulls out the wrapper of the old candy bar I ate the night he found me.
"You still have that?" I ask confused.
"Oh, umm... yeah, I luk' at it sumtimes. It 'elps me if I wake from ah nightmare. It reassures me yew're still fine..." he said, bending the ends of the wrapper, deep in thought.
"Hey, Blue Boy."
"Yeah?"
"Let's go home..."