Haunted By Memories
Chapter 1: Don't want to go Home-------
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Disclaimer: I still don't own Gorillaz… yet…
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Miss America sits in the shower
She's plucking hours from the sky
Picks up the telephone, into another home
Don't ask me why
I don't mind
I don't mind at all
I love only you
She's a well wisher and she wishes you well
Wish away, wish away
She's no jellybean, she's a Jemima ho ho
Wish away, wish away
I don't mindI don't mind at all
I love only you
Da do da da do
Here is here and I am here
Where are you
Far away, far away
She's no jellybean, she's a Jemima ho ho
Wish away, wish away
I don't mind
I don't mind at all
I love only you
Da do da da do
Miss America -Blur, Modern Life Is Rubbish
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Noodle opened her emerald green eyes and sat up with a gasp. She breathed and panted heavily as her eyes fell to the window and peered out into total darkness. The 19-year-old Jap lifted her fringe out of her eyes and wiped her forehead covered with a cool sweat. Noodle jumped and gave a cry of surprise when she felt a hand gently touch her shoulder. She hastily turned to see who it was.
"Are you alright dear?"
Noodle froze and stared at the proper English middle-aged woman sitting a seat away from her. She looked at Noodle worriedly waiting for an answer.
"… I-I'm fine"
Noodle stammered nervously and began to blush from the attention. She quickly rotated her body around to face the window and leaned her head against the cool surface giving a sigh of relief. She hated planes. It wasn't the flight, it was the people. Customs, passports, money, the passengers, just dealing with everything made her anxious. She didn't know why she was even going back to England anyway. She had no idea what had made her come. She was doing alright back in LA… she thought she would never go back.
Not after……
Noodle cringed and then changed her thoughts to something more positive. But it was hard for Noodle. What did she have that was happy or humorous or full of joy? Not a life, that was for sure. She destroyed that ages ago. Everything she had about the Gorillaz was gone. Music, photos, merchandise, it was all gone. To her, such a band never existed. The only thing that kept her remembering were the torturous memories she had to keep driving away but no matter how lost they got, they always found her in the end. Being around… someone she didn't want to remember, taught her that painkillers also killed memories if you're doped up on them from time to time. Noodle couldn't believe she was still alive. She would do everything in her power to boost her chances of dying. To make the pain go away.
Noodle sighed wearily and pulled back her head to grab her half-empty coke bottle. She had to finish it before she could get out into England. It would be a waste of money if she didn't. And money was a precious thing. She took off the lid and took slow gulps of the caffeine-filled liquid while her eyes darted around her nearby passengers. Everybody seemed quiet or was sleeping. The woman next to her was reading a rather large book with her glasses upon her beady black eyes. She had finished at what looked like about three-quarters of the book. Noodle couldn't see the cover and felt like she didn't want to by the state of the woman.
The lady sighed wearily and reached from the back cover for a white bookmark with flowers embodied upon it. She placed it neatly on the page she was on and shut the book tight and slid it back into her expensive black bag. Noodle lowered her coke bottle and screwed the lid back on tightly and held it, the cold liquid cooling her sweaty hands. The woman looked over to Noodle happily who tried to pretend that she wasn't there. Noodle feared conversation with strangers.
"… It's a beautiful night outside isn't it?"
Noodle snapped her head to the figure and nodded slowly, not really taking in what she was saying.
"Where are you off to in England?"
"… Essex"
The words just slipped out of Noodle's mouth. She wanted to go there but then again she didn't. She was meant to go to London but she shouldn't be even going to the country. Noodle's head throbbed painfully and her mind screamed 'KONG STUDIOS' tearing herself apart again.
"Oh Essex is very lovely. I'm just popping over to visit my sister in London for a few days"
"That's nice…"
Noodle said uncertainly wondering why this lady was telling her all this. She was bothering her and Noodle wanted her to stop before she knocked her out cold for the rest of the flight.
"Are you on your own or are you going to see someone?"
Noodle's stone cold heart cracked at the curves. She wanted to so much. But she couldn't. She couldn't risk getting hurt again. But even if she could just see their faces again… Just once more… Noodle's eyes started to well with tears from behind her bangs. This lady was evil.
"… I don't know"
She said miserably turning her eyes to stare at her coke bottle's features and information. The woman glanced back sympathetically.
"… Are you sure you are alright dear? You don't look rather well"
Noodle hadn't felt or looked well since that day over 4 years ago. Bruises still scattered her body and face and she still felt the burning sensation on her cheek long after it had cleared up. Couldn't the lady tell Noodle was a wreck?
"… Actually… I think I might… go to sleep again"
Noodle stated and turned back to the window as the lady nodded seriously. That shut her up. She was stuck now. She didn't want to sleep. Her dreams were based on past memories. Ones that made Noodle cry all night or fear the wind's gentle breeze… with no one to run to… Not even the one she loved the most… how she wanted to see him again… maybe someday… she'll get over it.
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Ok… that was weird. I know! I know! SHORT! But it will get better! I promise! I gotta surprise for you lot:D This is the opening scene… thing… a plane… yeah… next chapter will be a shocker! Alright? SWEET!!! By the way, the song really doesn't mean anything I just used it because I recently got Modern Life Is Rubbish and I automatically fell in love with the song… ahhh… I love Blur… PLEASE REVIEW!!! YOU CAN STILL TELL ME WHAT YOU HAD FOR BREAKFAST!!! I LOVE A CIVIALISED CONVERSATION ONCE IN A WHILE!!! -------