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Songs are by... err, actually, I don't think I'll say... some people might get angry... but it's very inspirational stuff.

Oh fine, it's Pink Floyd... but this won't be another brick in the wall scenario! ...for long! ... it'll turn into a Carrie. -laughs-

(I'm kind of making Noodle a cross between my suicidal luv: Natasha and myself: the recluse who thinks too much about everything. We're so alike it's not even funny. Everything about us is the same except she got screwed over completely about one year before I did.)

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... Is anybody out there? ... Is anybody out there?

Noodle sat solitary in her darkened room with little light glowing through her thick curtains. Her legs crossed, fingers entwining in each other with her head bowed over them in muse, sitting on her bed with covers in disarray off the side from the dreams. A faintly heard tune constantly playing over and over she had memorized subconsciously back to front even though she'd never sung to the psychedelic rhapsodies of Pink Floyd before.

Hello? Is there anybody in there? Just nod if you can hear me… Is there anyone at home?

Home. No… such… thing. Where was home? Where was anywhere anymore…? Everything she ever believed in. From her love of happiness, peace and freedom and the wars she frowned upon. The light that once fuelled her day and had her awaiting to bring smiles to the world. And the music she dedicated her life too… she turned her back on. Shut out. Blew out. Gone… Her funky and exotic style took to more dark and gothic outlook. Slowly forgetting her faith that the world can be changed. 'One person can make all the difference'. It doesn't… make a difference. It doesn't make anything. It eliminates the precious time we are so ever grateful to receive in life. To which we just end up losing anyway because we can't live up to the expectations, which is what is expected, is it? Like it would make a fucking difference indeed!

There is no pain you are receding…
A distant ships smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying.
When I was a child I had a fever.
My hands felt just like two balloons.
Now I got that feeling once again.
I can't explain, you would not understand.

This is not how I am…

I… have become… comfortably… numb.

C'mon now… I hear you're feeling down. Well I can ease your pain… get you on your feet again.

Noodle leaned over to her beside table barely visible and hunted for nothing in particular. But she found something… a… pin.

Ok. Just a little pinprick… They'll be no more…

A small gasp escaped her lips as she scraped the pin down her forearm feeling that sheer piercing line linger through pain and pleasure.

Relax… I need some information first. Just the basic facts… Can you show me where it… hurts?

Too hard to distinguish which is which anymore… like they merge together… dangerously.

There is no pain, you are receding…
A distant ships smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying.
When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse,
Out of the corner of my eye.
I turned to look but it was gone.
I cannot put my finger on it now.


The child is grown, the dream is gone…


I… have become… comfortably… numb

Hours just seem to pass and fade into darkness when Noodle only sat upon her bed listening to the music. Worst yet, completely relating to it. She couldn't remember the last time she had a descent meal. But it wasn't like she didn't feel like eating; she was absolutely starving with her stomach constantly reminding her with its low rumbling. Fortunately, this isn't really how Noodle lives, today was just another slow day for her. But it definitely was safe to say that Noodle had become a strange pitiful creature known as the 'recluse'. Eventually she lay down and slipped off to sleep just as the sun slipped behind the horizon causing her dim room to turn pitch black. Her dreams filled with dark shadows and dreaded monsters attacking her weak points. She was so sick of… running away…

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Don't worry, long chapters to come next time. Sorry if the songs don't make sense or anything... it just gives the story more... emotion, y'know?

I'll probably ditch them soon.

Maybe.