Scar Tissue [2Doc]

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I slowly scoot myself out of bed and make my way towards the bathroom. Standing in front of the sink, I stare at the mirror hanging above it.

My eyes bags have gotten more noticeable, deeper, purple. My reflection stares back at me, an unwelcome face, devoid of emotions.

I sigh and look down towards the sink. I turn one nob and run my bloody arm under it. I wince at the feeling. I like the burning pain of the hot water.

I wipe my cuts clean, rummage through the cupboards to find bandages, and neatly place them over each cut. It looks perfect.

Its 1:58 am. Why Murdoc wants to get wasted right now? I don't know.

Why I'm awake cutting myself right now? I don't know.

 And, why Murdoc decides to call me at this hour after months without communication? I don't know... But I guess I don't mind.

Peppermint tea is the only thing on my mind right now, so I trudge along the small corridor of my apartment to the dark kitchen. I flick on the lights and turn on the stove, placing a small pot of water to boil. I scratch my messy nest of blue hair and yawn loudly.

Going for a drink? Okay... Its only a drink. Have a drink or two with ya old buddy Murdoc and return to this life absorbing void of an apartment.

Good plan for tonight.

As the water comes to a boil I turn off the stove and pour the hot liquid into a mug. I dip my teabag in and wait.

I'm not patient at waiting...

I pick up the mug, its hot to the touch. Impatiently I have a long sip of the boiling tea. It burns. It burns my tongue, the roof of my mouth, and the inside of my cheeks. It makes my teeth sore..

..but I don't mind it.

The tea is perfect, so I savor each sip. I lean against the kitchen counter and look out the window into the night sky. It looks really pretty. The stars are beautiful.

Star... What a familiar word...

I'll wait to be forgiven, maybe I never will. My star has left me to take the better pill.

To Binge. The lyrics to our old song hits me like a bag of rocks. The songs begins to resonate through my head. Memories begin flooding back.

Nevermind. I don't like the stars anymore.

A couple minutes pass and finally, I hear Murdoc banging at my door.

"2D!! I'm heeeere!!" the green goblin yells, his screams being muffled through the door.

I pace quickly to open the door, and as I do, Murdoc falls right in. I stare at his limp body on the floor, but he then turns to me, a cheshire smile on his face.

"Murdoc what the fuck. Stop bloody screaming, ye'll wake my neighbors. And goddamn it, why the fuck did you fall? Get up." I form a face of disgust as I look at the drunkard beginning to stand up.

"Fucking hell D! I was leaning against ya door! It's yer fault I fell," he sneers, finally back on his feet. 

We both stare at each other, silence succumbing the room. Its been months since I last seen him. Literal months. Almost an entire year. His furrowed eyebrows soften and a small smile forms on his face. A slight tint of pink colors his face.

"Uh, heh. It's,, It's nice to see ya, D," he finally says, breaking the silence.

My face doesn't break its vacant expression, but my heart does manage to skip a small beat.