So Far

Hey everyone, I'm back with another Gorillaz story, all from Murdoc's POV! It's basically my take on the story so far with some extras thrown in.

WARNING: This story contains:- Male/Male, Minor, Self-harm, Eating disorders, drunkenness, sex and a lot of swearing. You have been warned.

Also, I haven't read back on this story at all, so I'm sorry if it sucks. It was pretty much all written in college so I guess it depended on what mood I was in when I wrote it what it comes out like.

Anyways, Gorillaz are property of Damon Albarn and Jamie Hewlett, respectively.

To put it bluntly, you were everything I wanted to be and more, you little shit. I mean, you didn't possess the brains and wit I had, but there was always something about you that attracted people, and I don't mean just your looks. Not that you aren't good-looking. I'd fuck you (again), but you were 19; life was just starting for you. Until I hit you with my car, that is.

I've heard you were an air-head back then too; once a dullard always a fucking dullard apparently. Either way, you picked the wrong day to work because I slammed my car into your head (well, your eye- you fall over a lot; can you even see?). Granted, I made your life after that, but it's the principle. I'm not sure you would've wanted to be hit with a car.

I was scared when I hit you. They say you went into a coma immediately, but you didn't. I saw you under the bumper with blood pooling around you. You were looking at me, right into my eyes, just as if to ask, 'why?'

I'll never admit this to you, but I did enjoy looking after you, even when I had to wheel you into the bar with me, or when I had to reinsert your IV after pushing you down the stairs. I looked after you though; I bathed you, took you on walks. I even talked to you after a while. I don't think you heard me. If you did, you've hidden it really well so far. I told you everything; about my abusive childhood, my days at school and even about my ex girlfriends- the ones I remember.

It was nice, you know, having someone that wouldn't judge me when I decided to enter the confession booth. But of course that was all put to an abrupt end when I decided we would go out for a drive that night. It all started off innocently enough I suppose. Okay, I'd forgotten to put your seatbelt on that night but you should really thank me for that, sort of.

Anyways, there were those hot girls, yadda yadda, I did a sweet turn and you were flung out of the windscreen. I've said it before and I'll say it again-, "Whoops". You were just lying there all tangled in your own limbs. I could feel the familiar feeling of dread coursing through me, and then you stood up! I couldn't believe it; I was free! But I was alone again. I staggered out into the pissing down rain- the girls had fled by then.

I almost recoiled when you looked at me with those fractured eyes of yours. Blood was pouring out of the newly fucked up one but you didn't even make an effort to wipe it away. You just stared at me with the same look as in the organ shop, before your eyes squinted and you asked, "Haven't I seen you before somewhere?" before passing out again.

When you woke up in the hospital the following morning (it was 4:52 am), I was the first person you saw. You probably wouldn't remember that either- you were pretty heavily sedated. I'll never forget the heavy bruising on your face. It made you look downright... beautiful. Maybe that's why I enjoy giving you so many bruises now.

Anyways, I phoned your mum for you and you gibbered down the phone to her that you were fine and that it must've been a Tuesday because you hate them so much. And guess who it was afterwards who had to explain that it was in fact a Saturday and you'd missed a year of your life. You should've seen your face! It would've been hysterical if you hadn't looked so fucking heartbroken.

A couple of days later I came to see you after taking a pretty overdue beating off your dad and a screaming match with your mum (who scares the shit out of me). Your bruises had begun to fade by then and you were sat there with a keyboard in your lap and a mirror held up to your face, squinting slightly and frowning. You'd looked up at me holding the same frown; I hadn't seen you smile yet. Your eyes filled up and you whispered, "My teeth have come out and I have no eyes. No one's ever gonna love me now."

I'd climbed in the bed behind you so your head was rested on my chest and I'd let you cry. God, you cried for hours. The nurses thought we were an item so they let me stay overnight. I remember telling you I'd fuck you and you laughed. I'd never tell you this, but you're fucking adorable when you laugh. I'd enquired about the keyboard and you played me a little something you'd just thought of. I nearly pissed myself when that angelic voice came out of your mouth. "Hey kid, how'd you like to be in a band?"

So, is it as crap as it seems to me? :P Reviews, flames and writing tips are all much appreciated! Thanks :D