Dead Rose Reaper 6
I don't own the Gorillaz. Just my Oc. This chapter is also for a little humor.
"Stu...stop before I get sick."
I blinked, everything swimming in colors before my eyes. 2D was the only clear thing I could see, the look of worry on his face causing me to smile a little. "I'm fine Stuart. It's only a scratch." He didn't seem to notice how calm I was lifting up my hand and looking at the cuts. Numerous cuts that began to scab and heal as the colors began to slow and take shapes of objects that I had once seen everyday. And it brought me back to that day.
"Stuart! I'm heading into town to get some stuff! Wanna come with me?" I had knocked on his door, but only got a groan in response. "Don't tell me you have another headache..." Another groan and a sniffle. It had several days after he had found out that his girlfriend cheated on him. All he did was stay in his room, only coming up to eat dinner and other things. Back then, I was more of a handful and being his friend since we were kids, I knew how to piss him off. And his headache was giving me the opportunity. "Stuart! Stewie! Stu-pot!" I started rattling off, jumping up and down like a three year old before finally banging my fist on his door. I could hear rustling in his room, a yelp of pain or two, before the door finally opened. What I wasn't expecting was for him to come out in only his boxers.
"Dammit Abi! Ya know I hate it when ya...wot' the bloody hell are ya staring at?" I looked away sheepishly; how could I be a perv when my friends' upset? Stuart, on the other hand, didn't seem to realized the reason before shaking his head and sighing. "Could ya wait a few minutes? I need ta get dressed." I tried not to laugh as I walked back up the stairs. I was still trying to hold back when he came up a few minutes later. He only gave me a 'crackhead' look before grabbing a jacket off the rack. "Come on Stuart, you've been locked in your room all week. There's no way you could've stayed in there forever."
He didn't answer me. "Oh, so it's the silent treatment? Fine, two can play this game." I was out the door before him, jumping in a puddle and getting water on his pants. "Abi! Do ya have ta act like this?"
"Is it pissing you off?"
"Yes..."
"Good. That means your not depressed anymore."
"Not as ya mean."
"For crying out loud, Stuart. She didn't even give a shit about you! She used you! If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't have found out what she was doing with that money you gave her, let alone cheating on you!" I don't understand why I got mad. Perhaps it was jealousy. Jealousy of my friend being happy with someone else. But what about me? Who was his first friend? Who stayed with him when he was sick or upset? He was like the brother I never had! And that little bitch walks into the store looking for guitar strings, not only buying them but him as well.
Yeah, I was jealous. I felt like crying, but my temper got the best of me. "And what about me? I stood aside and watched her rip you apart. I've been here this whole time and not once was there a kind word said to me from her while you kept your damn mouth shut! I thought I was your friend! I stood up for you when we were kids! Why wouldn't you do the same when that bitch was busy talking shit to and about me?" That was the breaking point. My vision was sent to the other side in a blur, the sting of pain fresh on my face. It took me a second to realize...he slapped me.
"Abi...I'm sorry...I didn' mean it!" I ran. I never waited for him to catch up or slowed down to hear the apologies. I just kept going in one direction, right to the park where we had the habit of being found at. In one corner was an abandoned property with an old house still in good condition. I often hid there or the old treehouse when I was upset. Right now, I just wanted to be alone. I thought I lost him as I slowed to a walk. The old house stood before me like it always had, a dark yet safe haven from everyone and everything in the world. I stayed there for several nights after Stuart started having Paula over for the night. It reminds me of my old house before.
Getting up the steps isn't a problem if you know how to avoid the weak places. It's getting inside that's the difficult part. You had to be small enough to squeeze through the boards that covered the front door. For me, getting in is a breeze since I'm petite. I slipped in and headed up to the second floor where a box of old toys was. And in it was two dolls; one of me and one of Stuart.
"That explains the dolls." I wanted to say something else, but I felt tired again. "Ya shoul' git some west Abi. Ya lost alot of blud, ya kno'." His hand covered my eyes and gently pushed me back to the dusty bed, turning away slightly before I grabbed his wrist. "Please stay. Don't leave me again." It was barely a whisper, tears once more leaking from my eyes. 2D smiled at me, sitting down at the edge of the bed before swinging his legs over. When he got comfortable, I felt his arms pull me to him and both our hands covered my heart. "You'll still be here in the morning right?"
"I will. I promise Abi." I felt him breathing on my neck, silently falling into the dark of sleep myself.
Yeah it's a tad short and I think I had 2D a smidge out of character. Please R&R and be nice. Or no cookies for you!