2D's P.O.V:
About four hours after I arrived at Kong, Russ showed up. He was eager to catch up with Noods and constantly kept asking how I was. It began to annoy me after a while, so I stood up from the kitchen table that we were all stationed at.
"Where ya goin','D?" Russel asked, leaning back in his chair.
"Jus' ta meh room." I answered quietly, already heading for the door.
As I walked down the darkened hallways, a million different flashbacks began to punch my mind. Ones of Murdoc beating me up, ones of Murdoc throwing things at me, ones of Russ beating up Murdoc, ones of Noodle running through the hallways and giggling loudly as Murdoc realized his bass was gone. Happy memories, ya know, stuff like that. I finally reached my room and slowly opened the door. It creaked loudly and the second it opened I wanted to close it again.
Pill bottle were still scattered across the floor and there was blood still on the carpets. It still smelled a lot like a hospital and the tension still hung in the room like a smoke cloud. As I moved further into the room, I noticed the sickening smell of rubbing alcohol and blood got thick, almost unbearable. I began to feel dizzy, so I sat down on my bed, a razor still place on my pillow.
The room suddenly felt cold. I looked around for one of the sweatshirts I left and found one lying on the floor. I picked it up, what was underneath it caught me off guard. A spilled pill bottle still lay on the floor, and with a closer examination, it was obvious why this bottle had been spilled. it was from two years ago today. In just two hours, it would have been two years when little Noodle skipped into the room, two years when she screamed, and two years ago when I was nearly pronounced dead. I looked up at the door way to see everything coming back in flashes.
The feeling of being so sure for once.
Excited.
Scared.
Pain.
Regret.
The sounds of screaming, someone telling me to wake up.
Then nothing.
I looked up to see Noodle standing in the doorway. She was only ten years old for some reason. She was huddled outside the door but refused to come in my room. Now the room was dark and only Del stood beside me now. Where did Noodle go?
I blinked a few times and my room began to slowly melt back into place. No one was screaming, and I felt more numb than anything.
'Wha' jus' 'appened 'ere?" I thought, rubbing my eyes a bit. This time when I looked toward the door way, Noodle was standing there, but she was still a little girl.
"Dead." She said blankly.
"What?"
"Dead." She said again, pointing at me this time.
"I-I..dead?" I finally asked.
"Dead." She smiled this time, still not entering my room.
"Luv, yer feakin' me out." I backed up against my bed.
The little demonic Noodle was now kneeling beside me. Was I on the floor now or something?
"Toochi-san!" She exclaimed.
I reached a hand up to try to calm her down, but I realized I could move.
"Noods." I tried to say, but nothing was said. It took a moment or two to realize what was going on. This was what Noodle had seen on that day.
Now Russel was in the room, trying to figure out what was going on. He noticed the pill bottle, a look of horror now on his face. He masked it with a calm expression for Noodle's sake, though.
What was going on? How was I seeing this? Was this actually happening.
"Toochi-san." Noodle whispered, he face was beginning to get harder to see.
"Noods..." I replied slowly, this time I could actually hear myself.
"Toochi-san, wake up." Noodle put her forehead against mine. I opened my eyes and stared up at her.
"Noods, what's going on?" I asked tiredly, realizing I was lying in the doorway of my bedroom.
"You passed out, Toochi-san, you have a fever, you need to sleep." Noodle brushed some of the hair out of my eyes, then helped me up. She walked me to my bed then covered me over in a blanket.
"Russel-san went to get some medicine, I'll stay until he comes back." She sat at the edge of my bed and held my hand.
"Will ya come back?" My eyes were staring to close, but Noodle still answered.
"Yup, I just have to help Russel-san with dinner."
"Goo', I dun want ya ta leave again." Just as sleep began to take over, I heard Noodle whisper something. It sounded like this:
"I do not want you to leave again, either."