Something More

by TakemylovedowntoVioletHill

2D decides that he hates his life, so he attempts suicide. As he's fading out, Noodle finds him alone and calls an ambulance. Can this little guitarist convince Stuart that more than just his fans love him?

1. A Pill Bottle

I-I wasn't always like this, y'know. I didn't always have this blank stare, these dents for eyes. I wasn't always stupid, I had a future once.

I had been Stuart Pot, I was popular, did well in school, I worked. Now I'm only 2D, Face-Ache, a freak. I am so far gone with painkillers that I can barely remember what day it is. I just sleep and sing. I have everything anyone would want, and I hate it, I hate myself. I didn't want any of it, I didn't ask for that car slamming into my head, breaking my teeth and taking my eyes. I just wanted to be Stuart, I just wanted to be me.

The drugs take away most of my aggressive feeling, so the band gets the vibe that I'm nothing but a well-meaning junkie, but inside I am filled with enough hatred to even impress Murdoc.

I am presently sitting in my room, with a bottle of sleeping pills in my hand that I stole from Russel. I don't want to live anymore, I don't want the fake love of the fans, I want to be me again. I want to be free again, to be able to go through a day without one pill. No more, no more.

I sighed and popped seven of the sleeping agents into my mouth and took a sip of water, swallowing them. I continued in this manner till I couldn't see the pill bottle anymore, I slumped over sideways and just listened to the sound of my breathing.

I didn't hear Noodle come in, but I saw her blurry face and heard her scream.