Chapter 7

2 months quickly passed and Noodle was blossoming. A small but perfectly formed bump stuck out for all to see. Everyone was happy. Everyone except Noodle.

2-D hadn't noticed a change in his little Noodle. As far as she was concerned he was on a different planet to the rest of them. He was always happy, a smile permanently stood on his face. Noodle was blue.

One particularly dismal morning, Noodle was sat in the kitchen with Russel. He was making waffles and the aroma was making her feel sick. Russel noticed that something wasn't quite right about her; she seemed really emotional, and kind of lost.

"What wrong Noods?"

She didn't reply. She sat hands on her stomach staring out of the window.

"Noods?"

"What!?" Noodle screeched.

"What do you want!" Noodle was no longer sat on the chair but stood as close to Russel as her bump permitted. Russel put his hands on her shoulders.

"You seem really tense Noods, is there anything you want to talk about?"

"Tense! You have no bloody idea!" Noodle screamed as she picked up a plate and smashed it to the floor. Her face blushing a violent shade of pink. She was tense all right. Russel turned off the waffle grill and left for his bedroom. He didn't want to be a part of this.

Noodle stood in silence. She punched the table hard so all the cutlery jingled. She sat back on the chair and rest he head on the table. She was stressed, she couldn't control her anger. She felt tears begin to flow down her cheeks. She was so fed up with herself. She saw a glimmer of light shine from the table. She lifted her head and looked in its direction. The glimmer was caused by a knife.

Noodle stared at the knife. It was sharp; Russel used it to slice meat. She felt herself walking towards it. It was calling to her. She picked it up and ran her finger across the top of the blade. Blood trickled down her finger. She sniggered. It felt good. She swapped hands and ran the blade over her wrist. Blood rose to the surface. She felt no pain, she felt release. In a mad trance she brought the knife down more forcefully, dragging it up and down her arm, blooding gushing from the gashes she had made. She held out her hand, rested it on the table and held the knife point to the centre. She engraved an N in the palm of her hand, with each stroke forcing the blade further into her hand. She stopped suddenly. Realising what she had done, she let out a blood curdling scream. The knife fell from her hand, clattered on the floor and sprayed blood all over the cupboards. She looked down at her arm, pain exploding from all directions. She screamed again. Her arm looked as though it had been butchered. At the top of her wrist she could clearly see a vein. Blood spurting out with every pulse.

Murdoc had heard the commotion and came running.

"Noodle love what's the matter?" He ran up the stairs and into the kitchen.

"Noodle I …"

He stopped before he could finish his sentence. There was blood all over the place; it was on the walls and dripping over the side of some of the countertops. He could hear frantic breathing. He looked around, registering what might have happened when he saw her. She was sat on a stool in the corner of the room. Blood pouring from gashes in her arms, running down her face and trickling down to the floor. A butcher knife clearly visible in her left hand. Her body was shaking and her face going pale.

"Murdoc, I I …" She collapsed mid sentence and fell off the stool, body sprawled out across the bloody floor. Her hand opened and revealed a deep cut in the shape of an N. The knife next to it.

Murdoc stared in disbelief at the massacre scene that lay before him. He couldn't move. He managed to stutter a short sentence before dropping to the floor next to her lifeless figure.

"What happened to ya love?"