Scar Tissue [2Doc]

//7//

Noodle stayed with me for the rest of the day, leading into the night, until I sobered up. My younger sister took care of me, made me food, cleaned up the dropped coffee from this morning, and comforted me the best she could. I haven't had human interaction like this in months. I've been alone for so long that this feels foreign.

I filled Noodle in on my history with Murdoc, right to the very bone. From how it first started, to the end and dissolving of the band. Thought might as well tell her everything since I've got nothing to loose. I trust Noodle. I trust this women with my life.

We sat across from each other at my kitchen island, just as Murdoc and I were this very morning. I look down, playing with the tea bag sitting in my mug as Noodle spoke to me, nodding at everything she was saying. The beams of light coming from the sunset were beating me through the kitchen window, making me slightly warm.

I clutch the ends of my long sleeves as well, making sure that she too doesn't catch a glimpse of my bandaged arms.

She stops talking, takes a sip of her tea, and looks at me. She uncrosses her legs and crosses them again.

"So then, tell me Stu," she suddenly says.

Oh fuck. She used my real name. What's she gonna say??

"What are you gonna do about Murdoc?"

My heart pounds. I slowly lift my head to finally look at her.

"Wha-whatchu mean?" I ask, clutching onto my sleeves even tighter.

"Well, it seems that you and Murdoc still have some unfinished business to sort through. If you want to continue this strange relationship of yours, you guys need to talk to make it healthy. If not, some closure should be nice to finish it off once and for all. Neither party feeling guilty on one side or the other."

I swallow a thick pass of saliva and lick my dry lips. I say nothing. 

"So what's it going to be?"

I look back down and raise my shoulders as an 'I don't know.'

I rub my tired eyes harshly. I don't really want to think about this right now to be honest. I sigh and get up from my seat. I walk across the kitchen and reach up to one of the cabinets, opening it and taking a pack of cigarettes out. I open the pack and take one out. Noodle watches as I loosely put the cig in between my lips to speak to her.

"You want one?" I offer, tilting the small box her way.

She shakes her head as a decline. I toss the box onto the counter and search my drawers for a lighter. After I find one, I light up the stick, and suck in all that gross nicotine. I exhale the smoke and take the cigarette to rest between my fingers.

"Are you sure you want to be smoking that while you're almost sobered up?"

I take another hit. "It's okay Noodle, I've done worse."

Noodle takes another sip of her tea whilst looking at me. 

"Do you want me to call Murdoc so he can come over and I can help you guys talk it out?"

I cough out the smoke I was holding in, in utter surprise. It takes me a quick minute to catch my breath back.

"E-e-excuse me!? No! Haha, no thank you! The last person I want to see right now is Murdoc. He's the whole fucking reason I got so fuckin' high!"

I didn't tell Noodle about Murdoc seeing my cuts and I don't need him to rat me out about it either.

"2D, It'll be fine, you guys just need to talk it out. Sooner now than later so we can get everything out of the way."