Cutting: a cliché way to relieve pent-up pain and anger caused by life. Well, that's how 2D saw it, at least. Over the two years that the band had been broken up, 2D discovered that cutting did nothing to help, so he began coming up with more colorful ways to cope. He would draw rather graphic pictures, though they always had something happy hidden in them like a flower or a sun. He started collecting knives, just the mere thought of having one on hand just in case made him feel better. His favorite knife had to be the one he got when he was a teenager, while organizing his room, he stumbled upon his again and since then the object never left his sight.

Therapy was another cliché thing that the frontman didn't bother with. He felt that there was no point in telling one person all his problems, just to be asked how it made him feel.

And they didn't take 'pissed off' as an answer, so his reasons for avoiding shrinks were obvious now.

Murdoc was always taunting the poor boy, saying that his suicide attempt was a mere accident because the bloke couldn't count past two(1). But, when there were thoughts of the horrible act in your mind, it was automatically counted as doing it on purpose. That didn't matter though.

Russel had managed to convince himself that it was a one time thing and that 2D was completely okay now. The bluenette didn't give him any reason to think otherwise. Though he wasn't entirely wrong, he wasn't entirely right either. 2D was fine for the most part, he was able to let go of what had happened. However, he began feeling strange after the band broke up, almost like everything was melancholy in some way. It began getting progressively worse after the band got back together, but Russel suspected that was because everything had changed and 2D wasn't ready for it.

Again, he wasn't wrong, but he wasn't right either.

"How ya doin', 'D?" Russel asked as he stepped into the singer's bedroom. 2D was staring up at the ceiling and didn't look at the drummer.

"I'm fine."

"Oh...well, good, it's good to see that you came out on top o' all of this." Russel smiled.

"Yup."

"Hey, we gotta start recording our next album soon, Noodle had some new material she wanted to run by us."

2D nodded and slowly sat up. He followed the drummer to the recording studio where Murdoc and Noodle were already waiting, well, arguing actually.

"This'll ruin our image!"

"Who cares, it's my album!"

"It's my band!"

"Whoa, what's going on here!?" Russel exclaimed rushing into the room. Noodle smiled brightly at him before handing everyone a slip of paper.

"What's this?" 2D eyed the paper.

"It's one of the songs on our new album, I, um, wrote it..." Noodle trailed off.

2D looked at the title of the song. He coughed a little and began to read the lyrics.

"It's lovely, Noodle." He said, before heading from the room, knowing all too well what this song was about.

The title said it all, really.

Don't Get Lost In Heaven