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Do you know how painful it is to die by living, or to drown with out water? Of course you don't, your probably a sane, able minded human being, in other words, not me. My feet carried me down the street, where the wind whipped at my pale face. I needed a new blade since mine had been abducted unfairly. My old shoes spanked the cracked ground below me. I donned my red hoddie and a pair of skinny jeans, my normal ensemble. Ear buds were wedged in those holes on the sides of my head to block out the ugly sounds of the people around me. It was replaced with depressing tunes that brought my mood up oddly, it was nice to know that other people were just as unhappy as I seemed to be. Other people hated themselves, I wasn't the only suicidal loser out there. How fucking long have I been walking? Almost an hour I believe… why did Kong have to be so far from civilization? I walked a little faster, and breathed a breath of relief when down town came into view. People gave me strange looks, most likely because my hood was down, and my blue hair flew in the wind, revealing my identity. Gorillaz had just came out and it was a hit, so I've been told. People gasped at me was I passed. I have no idea why, it's not I was important to the world, millions of people could sing. I pushed the hood on my head and continued on my way. I passed stores after stores that specialized in things I would never need. I was getting restless, finally I passed a hunting store. It was about time… I graced the building with my presents, and moved down the rows of guns, camouflage everything, and finally knifes. I strolled through all the selections that had. I sighed and picked up one that looked similar to my other. That would do. I made my way to the check out and stood before a blonde girl with her hair pulled back into a high ponytail. I removed the ear buds from my ear.

"Hello." she said dully. I nodded and handed her the knife. My wallet was out and a few bills less full by the time I put it back.

"Here you are sir." he handed me the bag that contained my new salvation. Murdoc wouldn't get his mitts on this one. I nodded my thanks and moved out of the door. I sighed when I thought of the long walk I had back to Kong, and it was beginning to get dark. Fuck. I removed the knife from its bag and placed it in my pocket. I began to walk that would turn my thin legs to rubber. The streets were starting to thin out thankfully, I hated bumping into people. I kept my eyes down and watched my feet the cement in a rhythm. The sun was setting, by the time I got back to Kong it would probably be really dark.

I felt a strong hand wrap around my arm, and jerk me back. I gasped and fell into someone's chest. I quickly turned to see that my attacker was a rather large man. My eyes went wide as they scaled his muscular build. He pushed his face close to mine and gave a crooked toothed smile, his breath was rank and stale. I fought hard not to gag.

"Ay pretty boy, ya wanna play?" his finger tip brushed under my eye, causing my to shiver. I shook my head rapidly, like he would actually consider my input. His eyes narrowed and the grip on my arm tightened, I winced from the force he was putting on my cuts. The knife! I still had my switchblade. My free hand moved to my back pocket and removed the blade. He laughed at my feeble defense mechanism. My salvation was knocked from my and shattered when it made contact with the ground. Fuck.

"Please… leave me alone." I whispered.

"I don't think I will." he laughed. My legs shook with fear. My head snapped around allowing my eyes to scan for passers by. Nobody had seemed to notice the seen that was slowly unfolding. The man seemed to know what my thoughts were, because his lips were soon close to my ear.

"Scream and I'll kill you in front of everyone." he threatened. I felt tears slip down my cheeks. His hold on my arm lightened.

"Act normal." he instructed. I would only try my best. He lead me to a small ally that rested between to stores. We were going back far enough so nobody would be able to see us. Fuck, oh fuck I was about to get raped, or murdered, or raped then murdered. Sadly my thoughts were confirmed when I saw him start to paw at himself. Disgusting asshole. I watched horrified as he pulled out his large erection. I stood shaking and waiting for my suffering.

'Run you dumb ass!' that was the first time Voice had actually given my helpful advice, but like the idiot I was I didn't listen. It could have been the fear, or the shock, or my stupidity, but I stood still. The man's eyes were locked on my as he pumped himself. I threw up a tad in my mouth when I saw him slide his pants and underwear off. I knew I was next. This was ridiculous, I was in my twenties and I was allowing myself to be raped. Still, I couldn't find the energy or will to move. The man moved closer to me, and wrapped me in his arms. I squirmed and wiggled, but it was useless. His chap lips swam there way closer to mine, finally mine and his met. The kiss was fill of salty tears and cries of displeasure. His rough hands slid down my slender body, stopping on my pants button. The denim that was once wrapped around my legs, not decorated the cold ground below me. My attacker stopped for a moment when he saw my legs. A smirk danced across his face.

"You're my emo little fag yeah?" my body shuttered with my sobs. He placed his lips on my cheeks and kissed at my tears. I stood naked from the waist down shaking and crying while another man touched me. His hands roamed my butt, grouping and squeezing. He spun my around.

"Stop! Please." I begged. My loud calls earned me a hard punch to the back. I cried out.

"Shut the fuck up! Ya hear me?" he whispered furious in my ear. I nodded to show I understood.

"It won't hurt that bad baby." he cooed. I was freighted by how his moods would change so rapidly. I felt his erect penis brush against my entrance. I had a fist wedged in my mouth, to keep the outburst in. His dry member pushed into me hard and fast. I bit down hard on my fist and tasted blood. The man behind me moaned and began moving back and fourth at a rapid speed. My body was splitting in to, or at least that's how it felt. My knees buckled and I almost fell, but the rapists caught me.

"Tell me you love it." he grunted to me. His fist beat against my cheek when I didn't answer.

"I… I love it." my voice was racked with sobs.

"Tell me you want it harder." I didn't want it harder, I didn't want it at all, but I listen to avoid more punches.

"Ha- harder." I cried softly. He moaned and pounded into me harder.

"You feel go good baby." he moaned. I gagged. I could warm liquids run down my thighs. At first I thought I was relived because I thought it was his come. Sadly I was wrong, the thick liquids streaming down my leg was blood. Pain ripped up my spine, and I felt like my back was tearing.

"You're so tight you little slut." he moaned. I felt like vomiting.

"So close…" I let out a small breath of relief. It was almost over, but then what? Would he kill me? Hopefully, who would want to live with this memory. He pushed in deeper and harder one last time and then I felt a explosion erupt inside me. He pulled out of me and replace his pants back on him legs.

"Thanks for the fun babe." he said giving one last kiss to my neck. I sank to my knees, and covered my wet face with my hands. I heard his footsteps, meaning I would live another day. How sad. After about thirty minuets of being stuck to the cement below me, I pulled my pants back up gently, by doing this I caused my cell phone to tumble out of one of the pockets. I scrapped it up fast and searched through my contacts. I hit the call button when I found Murdoc 's name.

"Where the hell are you 2D?! I thought you died!" his angry voice roared.

"Mur-Murdoc , could you come pick me up? I'm…" where was I? "Err, I'm in downtown, near all the stores."

"What in the bloody hell are you doing down there?" tears were silently raining down my cheeks.

"Could you just come get me please?" my voice was breaking.

"Yeah sure…" I ended the call with that. I took a beep breath and stood, well I tried to stand. The pain in my ass was intense. I ended up in this awkward position that made me look crippled. I hobbled down the ally way until I was back on the main rode. Almost no one was still out. I found my broken blade on the sidewalk. The knife part was still intact and I bent awkwardly to retrieve it. I got rapped for that knife, I wasn't going to just leave it behind. Hurry the fuck up Murdoc ! The flow of blood from my butt had stopped, but it had also started to dry and harden.

'You deserve this you know? This is what you get for being to damn ugly. This is what happens to ugly people.' My friend was back. Oh joy.

'I know…'

'No one will ever truly want you. I bet that guy was desperate as fuck. Who would pick you if they had other options.' I hung my head in shame.

'I know!'

'You're just a fuck up. The world will never need you. You could die right now, and nobody would give a fuck, some might even celebrate.'

"I FUCKING KNOW!" I screamed accidentally out loud. Oh god I was losing my mind.

'You've already lost it…' I gave a cry of frustration, and ignored the strange looks people gave me. I squeezed the blade that was in my hand, causing it to break my skin. Blood dripped from my fist onto the ground below. It hurt, but Voice shut up. I gave a relived sigh. I cleaned off the blade with my shirt and placed it in my pocket. A few minuets later I saw the camouflaged Geep roaming around the streets. Murdoc seemed to have spotted me, because the car started heading for my location. I limped towards in and climbed inside wordlessly. I cried out in pain when my butt made contact with the seat. He stared at me with fake concern.

"What the hell happened to you." I cussed under my breath when I noticed I still had blood leaking from my hand, and tears still decorating my eyes. I looked down and tried not to add pressure to my soar ass.

"Look at me Stu!" I snapped my head up and looked at the man that was calling me. He gasped slightly.

"Your face. What the hell happened!?" I shrugged, not wanting to talk about it at all.

"Tell me!" his fist hit the rim of the steering wheel causing me to jump. I cried harder like the small baby I was. His hands reached out to me and took me in.

"Hey… It's okay. Just tell me Stuart." he softened his voice. I nodded and leaned into him.

"I… someone… I got rapped Murdoc ." my lungs took in deep gasps of air as my body shook from my sobs. When Murdoc heard my words his grip on my grew stronger.

"Murdoc I just want to die." I cried into him.

"Shut up. Don't say that." he scolded.

"Please… just let me die." I whispered to him. He pulled me away from his chest and looked me in the eyes.

"Shut. Up." he said sternly. I shook my head.

"Please! Don't stop me!" I begged. All I wanted was death. Not ever heaven or hell, just for everything to end. No afterlife.

"2D! Stop it! I'm not going to let you kill yourself."

"Than make the voice stop!" I reached up and grasped my hair with my still bloody hands.

"What are you talking about?" he looked at me strangely.

"The voice… the one that's making me like this. It tells the truth, but the truth hurts." I cried. He still seemed confused.

"Fuck. Just forget it. Lets go home…" I closed my eyes and hung my head. We sat in silence for a while, then the car finally started up and we where heading down the rode.

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