Scar Tissue [2Doc]

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2D. Or how I met him; Stuart Pot. A kid that I accidentally hit with my car one day on another crazy heist of mine. When I harassed him into joining my band, I didn't think it would end up like this. Truthfully, I didn't even think about how the band would eventually end up, because I only thought about my own success.

That's how it was. That's how it was supposed to be. The stoic wall of mine that I put up. The asshole that I decided to become, all for the sake of my selfish desires.

To show no emotions other than indifference towards the world, to get high and drunk to block those unwanted emotions, but my hypocrisy loves to get the best of me, because I fucked any remotely attractive person with a hole to stick my dick in, to feel something. To feel the emotions I refused to confront.

Emotions like those is what led to this.

Whether I like to admit it or not, the many years spent with 2D slowly turned into fondness. The abuse I inflicted on him at first was for pure laughs, but I quickly realized I did it due to subconscious denial of my liking for him. 

That sadly wasn't enough to convince my small mind that I didn't legitimately like him. I told myself I'd fuck him to prove a point.

 We ended up becoming friends with benefits. 

I don't know what it is about him. I really don't know. I'm not gay, but 2D... Had a charm to him. Maybe it was his smooth voice that captivated me, or his alien appearance that was so unique from anything I've ever seen. I don't know...

After the band broke up, I spent my nights fantasizing about him. Drunkenly running my hands through my greasy hair, wondering how he was doing. We didn't speak much after the break up, it kind of drove me crazy. I was experiencing those unwanted emotions of love and loneliness. I hated it.

I dont know why I decided to call him that one night. Maybe all the liquor in my system and the constant thoughts of him finally gave me a nudge.

One thing led to another. We got high and drunk. It was a surreal experience, becoming intoxicated with an old friend. It felt so very nostalgic.

I didn't think 2D had become so mentally sick though.

His arms were littered in scars and fresh cuts. His eyes were so sunken and he was so pale. It sent unwanted chills down my body.

2D wasn't okay. But I didn't know how far gone he had gone. How fucking depressed he could have been to seek out hard drugs.

Everything seemed to go in slow motion after I got back to 2D's apartment. Noodle had already arrived. She was in the hallway, sobbing, banging at the bathroom door.

2D was in there, but wasn't responsive.

Seeing his fresh cuts from the night before, my mind wondered to the worst and thought he might have cut himself to the point of passing out.

I moved Noodle to the side as I did my best to kick down the door. When I busted the lock, the door swung open. What I saw in front of me made my heart stop.

There was no blood, no signs of self harm, but there were syringes scattered on the bathroom floor and a passed out 2D in the tub. I knew immediately what had gone down in here. This was much worse than self harm.

2D injected heroin, and he became hooked on in instant.