2D lay motionless on the floor. It wasn't because he was hurt by what Murdoc did or said. No, he was simply thinking.
Funny thing about thinking, it was an easy process that took a lot out of the singer.
"'D, you alright, man?" Russell asked, trying to break the younger man out of his trance. 2D didn't respond.
"Toochi dead?" Noodle whimpered from her hiding place under 2D's bed.
"I-I don't think so." Russell said, poking the bluenette. 2D twitched, which wasn't much of a sign of life, but it was something.
"Toochi?" Noodle crawled on top of the singer, and began poking his face. 2D would simply shake his head to try and get her to stop, but other than that, he was too emotionally tired to do anything.
Russell sighed and picked up both the singer and the guitarist and held them tightly. 2D sighed heavily, then slipped back into his trance.
'You have so much to live for'
That sentence alone made him think. Murdoc actually thought that? No, impossible.
It made no sense, really.
Maybe it was the way Murdoc said the things he did that made him relax. Or maybe it was having Russell's arms wrapped tightly around him, making him feel secure. Maybe the way Noodle laid on his chest that made him feel less hollow.
Maybe it's the way they all loved him that made him think.
maybe it was the way they loved him that made Stuart Pot feel alive.
Maybe that's why he wanted to die more than ever.
A/N: DUN, DUN, DUN! What's in store for the gang? Dunno XD all I know is, it's Wednesday, I'm having a bad day, and I wanted to update. it's pretty short, but it's building up to something important/special. Anyhow, THANKS FOR READING :D