Let me explain. I was having a MAJOR brain fart for my other story. This one doesn't really make sense, it's just something I wrote randomly. Oneshot. Enjoy!
Fade to Black
He tipped the prescription amount of pills into his palm. Three white pills. Any less and they would do nothing for his migraines. Just one or two more and he would sleep like a baby. Any more than that, and...well, that was what he was aiming for. Perfect darkness. Endless sleep.He would've sighed, but his depression was far more deeper than petty sighs and woe-is-me's.
He let a few more pills slide into his hand. Then a little more, then a little more than that... From his pocket he retrieved a couple of Russel's meds that had fallen out of Murdoc's pockets the last time he was here and added them to the pile. He didn't know why Murdoc had them. He thought it was good luck when they tumbled out of the bassists pockets and onto the floor. He had snatched them up eagerly the minute Murdoc had left. These pills were white too, only they were little circle shapes.
Surely this was enough. It had to be enough.
The man stared hungrily at the mini mountain of medication. Freedom was so, so close. But no, not yet. In good time, he had to remind himself. In good time.
The whale outside his tiny window let out a mournful call. Despite himself, he jumped a little. That's why he had to do this. That damned whale. This damned room. The room Murdoc had forced him into, had forced him to stay there and stay quiet. The android brought him meager amounts food and Murdoc visited only to deliver verbal and physical abuse.
"You worthless shit!" he would scream after delivering a eye-blackening punch. "If it wasn't for that voice of yours I'd have killed you by now!"
Murdoc was drunk most, if not all, of the time. 2D wondered if he felt any hint of remorse when he was sober. He then discarded such a silly thought. The only thing that green shell of a man would feel is an intense headache and the need for more alcohol.
One of Murdoc's favorite phrases to yell at him was, "Without me, you'd be nothing! You should be thanking me on bended knee for giving you fame and fortune, you twat!"
That's not the only thing you've done for me, 2D thought. You've ruined my relationships and my eyes, you've gassed me and kept me trapped on a pink plastic hell, you've beaten me and treated me as if I was nothing more than a clump of dirt...
He doubted Russel and Noodle knew he was even here.
Noodle...2D had always had a soft spot for her. She always seemed to glow from the inside out. Always smiling and joyful. Sweet and gentle. She had yelled at Murdoc many a time for being "too mean" to 2D. He pondered what she'd say now. Nothing, he thought eventually. She would cry and give him a bone crushing hug.
As if two arms encircling him would end all of his troubles. Unless, of course, in the hands of those arms was a razor blade or a rope.
But those seemed too theatrical for 2D's taste.
He knew Noodle and Russel were here because Murdoc always growled at him to not go up and "tattle" to them. Pointless, really. Hard to even walk across the room without the whale making a surprise appearance.
2D became sick of it all. Sick of being trapped and no one caring. Sick of Murdoc ruining everything good in his life. Sick of being sick of it all.
So, that's what led to this moment. The pills cupped in his shaking hand. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly. No. He wouldn't cry anymore. There had been enough of that. All that was left to do was swallow salvation and let his world fade to black.
Depressing, hm? Least I hope it was...twas what I was aiming for. Hope you liked it!