Sorry I've been neglected this story, like I do. Um... go human rights and peace.
Goodbye. Blue sky.
Second by second. Minute by minute. Hour by hour. That's right… hours. With nothing to do but watch God mix his rainbow palette to paint the skies every bloody hour. If nothing is worth staying here for then strike me and these people on this plane down now… go on… end it. A freaking book would have been quite handy, yeah? A little novel or sophisticated picture book would have kept her insane delusional mind from running away with the fairies again. Her eyelids stung when they flickered and they felt as heavy as smooth balls of marble. She hoped she wasn't becoming an insomniac, apparently that was torture. Torture is the new art. Violence is the new sport. War is my favourite show. But she couldn't handle Pink Floyd at the moment… not right now.
2D was softly dreaming next to her, his head almost on her slumped shoulder. He looked so cute and peaceful… with those gaping holes shut, you'd never have known he loved his living dead. Russel's stuffing his face. Again. He didn't actually look all that relaxed ever since they took off. What'd ya know? Murdoc… ah, sod it, no one can ever find him anyway. He at least would have tried sneaking into first class or something daft of the such. They didn't take the expensive but stress-free route to New York 'cos they actually wanted to afford to go on tours… well, the other 3 did anyway. And Murdoc was on her tail, he knew something wasn't right with her… but he really just really wished she wouldn't fuck up. But only on one condition of Noodle… if we could just get along…
Us…… And them……
And after all… we're only ordinary men
Oh shit. And here we go again… Gosh, it's like a broken record player. Over and over and over…
The lunatic is in my head
The lunatic is in my head
You raise the blade, you make the change
You rearrange me till I'm sane
You lock the door
And throw away the key
There's someone in my head… and it's not me
And if the damn breaks open many years too soon
And if there is no room upon the hill
And if your head explodes with dark forebodings too
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon
Noodle mentally sighed to herself knowing what's to come next. Yeah, yeah. I know. The sun is eclipsed by the moon, right? She's heard it all before.
-Snores- God, how fricken boring can this get? This is such an odd chapter… please excuse it. I'm trying (poorly) to build up into a climax so just… bare with me for a few.
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Noodle fumbled with the key to fit into the lock while still carrying her suitcases and handbag. She felt 2D's gaze upon her fill with silent but angry confusion but he didn't dare say a word. Finally the key turned and the door flew open. Noodle sighed in relief and stumbled into the fancy lounge where she threw the key no. 13 on the kitchen bench. At last she could find a private little room away from those other freaks in the world who just couldn't accept her for being different. There was a large couch in front of the TV with a list on top reading the channels and curtains, oh yes, we need the curtains. There was only 2 rooms… Noodle panicked and glanced in one with 2 separate beds. The other was a double sized bed.
She drew back into the lounge a little shaken up and dropped her bags in the middle of the floor. 2D looked himself and immediately was disturbed by the formation as well. Russel and Murdoc conquered the stairs and made it into the hotel room as well. "Muds, there must be some mistake, this isn't our room," 2D stated.
"What are you drivelling about?"
"There's only 3 beds. See?" he gestured the 2 rooms. Russel and Murdoc glanced in and checked the other which was a bathroom.
"Don't panic, sunshine, we'll sort it out. I'll sleep out here, Lards can have the double and you and Noods can have the other room."
"No!" Noodle cut in sharply. Everyone turned to her as she subtly shook in rage; she always slept alone with no one else. She wasn't prepared to share a room with a 6 foot very tall man who drugged himself daily and suffered a fascination on zombies. "That's not fair!"
"Life's not fair, deal with it, luv."
"No, please, can't I sleep out here?" she begged with shinning puppy dog eyes to Russel.
"Noods, what's wrong? It's just for 3 nights. You never had a problem sleeping with us when you were younger."
"That was different." Russel scoffed.
"Yeah, you weren't a selfish brat," he said to her in a malicious tone that kept Noodle quiet. "Now I don't want to hear another word about it, alright?" Noodle grabbed her bags and left abruptly with a sour stare and ran into the 2 bed room and, forgetting she was the only creature to inhabit in it, slammed the door shut. She threw her belongings down on the bed farthest from the window and sat there sullenly for a few minutes blocking out silence with her own screaming thoughts.
The door slowly creaked open and 2D's head watched her blankly typing madly on her laptop.
Look at him now
He's paler somehow
She ignored his presence and brought her laptop to her lap and bent in its screen while 2D came in to set down his bags without a word.
But he's coming round
She knew it had been long enough and that he would be turning in for the night. He gathered everything into a small bag and exited the room to, presumably, to go to the bathroom to get ready. Noodle never realised that he was still standing behind her when she yelled for isolation. Like she didn't want to be anywhere near him. Like she didn't love him like she did. He came back in his pyjamas with a glass of tap water and she knew what it was for.
He's starting to choke
It's been so long since he spoke
Well he can have the words right from my mouth
She'd better apologize. At the very least, say something instead of holding the grudge. But… no. She merely turned off her laptop like what was expected and then got ready herself. She came back to find the little huddled ball under the sheets facing away from her and breathing softly still with the lights burning bright. She smiled and crept into her bed to just watch him for a while.
From morning to night… I stayed out of sight
Didn't recognise… I'd become
He seemed to be asleep and the glass of water was half empty. Half empty… not half full.
No more than alive… I'd barely survive
In a word… overrun
She couldn't wake him. So she switched off the light and faded into dusk.
Won't hear a sound
From my mouth
I've spent too long
On the inside out
My skin is cold
To the human touch
This bleeding heart
Is not beating much
I murmured a vow… of silence and now
I don't even hear when I think aloud
Extinguished by light… I turn on the night
Wear its darkness… with an empty smile
I'm creeping back to life
My nervous system all awry
… I'm wearing the inside out.
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Can I… put this on Hiatus? Or do people want me to bring about the genocide?