I'm 12 and this is the first story I've ever written on FanFiction, please review and tell me what you think.
I look at the pills on the side of my table. I think about it, if I died then nobody would care, and then at least the pain would be gone.
Talking of pain, a throbbing headache pulses through my skull. It's been like this ever since Murdoc knocked both my eyes out, they never stop, my mother helps me with the never ending supply of pain killers, they help with the pain, sure, but the anger that has been controlling me for the past year has been abnormally strong.
However I can contain it for now.
I walk towards my bed and I think of when I used to be Stuart Pot, before the blue hair and empty sockets for eyes, before Murdoc and Russel and Noodle... Sweet, sweet Noodle.
I will miss her when I'm gone. Russel and Noodle might miss me, Murdoc wouldn't though, he would probably laugh his head off when he realised what I'd done.
I've decided what I'm gonna do. I take a pen and a bit of paper just lying around. I've had enough, Murdoc, you finally got what you wanted, Russel, I'm sorry but it had to be done, I can't take anymore. And Noodle, I will miss you so much, there's just too much abuse, too too much... Goodbye.
I finish the scrawled note and place it on the table. I grab the glass of water by my bed, always there for my tablets. I open the bottle of pills and shake out five of the painkillers that I'm so used to taking, I pop them one at a time into my mouth and sip the water. Pill, swallow, pill, swallow, pill ect; Feeling dizzy, I fall onto my bed.
I look at the door and hear nothing, silent tears begin to roll down my face and as their warmth disappears I see a figure come in the door. It can't be Russel, Nor can it be Noodle, so it must be Murdoc. I see his green oily skin and he's about to say something and then it all goes black.