Pills Are Poetic (AKA: Overdosing Causes Death)

by honeyhoshi

Some people deal with their problems by talking about them. Others prefer to bury them away under other things. Those things are inconsequential, as long as they do their job of diverting our gaze for as long as possible from the problem that we will inevitably have to deal with someday. The blood dripping from your wrist onto your white carpet is just an unavoidable by-product.

Killer migraine. Aching bruises and burns. A persisting urge for more sleep and cancerous cigarettes. Burning cuts on his wrists.

2D gulped down a handful of pills. No more problems.

Stumbling out of bed, after a short incident of getting caught up in his lanky legs, he made his way to his restroom, frowned at his face, and then threw on some clothes that were conveniently lying on the ground. He was pretty sure they had been worn a few days ago (translating 3 days in a row including yesterday) but he was in a pleasant state of drugged numbness and the design was nice enough so he tugged it over his head anyway.

He made his way over empty cartons of cigarettes and other items of clothing and fumbled with the doorknob, eventually getting it to consent with his request to exit his room.

Almost managing to get tripped by his door, 2D walked slowly to the kitchen where he knew most everyone except, most likely, Murdoc, would reside.

To his relief, Murdoc was not currently occupying a spot in the kitchen. However, neither was any of his other bandmates, which surprised him. Usually either Noodle or Russel would be in the kitchen at this time of day, fixing breakfast or lunch (it might already be time to get for lunch if he slept in enough).

Walking out of the kitchen, of course ignoring breakfast, 2D looked around for his bandmates absentmindedly.

A low groan oozed through the hallways, causing 2D to immediately freeze upon hearing Murdoc's voice. Darting for cover, he hid beneath a table, covered in old clothes and linens in an attempt to avoid a beating, even though he knew it would happen sooner or later during the day. 2D trembled slightly as he heard Murdoc entered the room he was hiding in, awaiting the discovery of his hiding place, but to his relief it turned out that he had actually hidden well. Other voices slowly drifted to where he was balled up, becoming more audible as their owners entered the room and softly shut the door, as if they didn't want anyone else to hear their conversation. 2D recognized the other voices, of course, as Russel and Noodle. They were all speaking in hushed voices, but he could make out what his bandmates were saying.

About him.