GORILLAZ FANFIC PART 2


PART 2

Okay. Just breathe, Savannah. Semi. Whatever you’re going by now. Pop told me the hard truth about how I was found, and the semitruck. I—
            “Well come in if you’re coming!”
            My stomach churns. I’m about to be trapped with this person. I try to breathe again. I feel like I’m suffocating. I’ve always had severe anxiety. Panic attacks. PTSD maybe. Except I don’t remember the crash.
            “Hey.” The ghost-man is talking to me, as I tentatively step through the door. “Sit down.”
            I sit on the couch, which looks mold encrusted and disgusting, but I don’t say anything. It’s not like I have anywhere else to go. “Don’t sit in Murdoc’s chair.” He’s pointing at a green clawfoot chair encrusted with what appears to be diamonds. I wouldn’t sit there anyway. I wouldn’t dare to.
            “I’m Russel, and that’s 2-D.” He points at a tall blue haired man slouching over what appears to be a newspaper with the headline MASK OFF! KILLA ON THE LOSE! I guess the columnist doesn’t know how to spell. “And you know Murdoc.” My stomach churns. I have contamination OCD. I have anxiety. I think. I don’t know. Not like I saw a psychiatrist. I can almost feel the bed—er, sofa bugs. The slimy cold of it all, the mold, everything. I can feel the sickness coming up. The main room of the studio is littered with notes, recording equipment, moldy snacks, and what appears to be some impalement devices (!!) and it all reeks something awful. Are there dead bodies in here? I begin to shudder.
            “Don’t worry,” says Russel, “Murdoc only keeps them in case law enforcement investigates again.”
            Murdoc is continuing to not speak to me, and I’m fine with that. But everything feels uneasy.
            “Well, get her a coffee or something.”
            “I think I’m going to be sick.” I say it. “I—” I’m trying to keep it down, but it’s hard. I can feel my eyes stinging. No. I’m not about to cry in front of these people.
            “Hello?”
            It’s 2-D, and I see he’s put down the paper. His eyes are a strange black color, but he looks harmless. I try to breathe. I can’t talk though.
            “Don’t talk to her! You’ll ruin her head!”
            “Knock it off Murdoc—”
            2-D goes back to the newspaper.
            “Don’t talk to any new people, you hear??”
            My head hurts. I feel sick. I feel like I have to say something. “I’m going to be sick—”
            “Yeah, hold her hair, dearie,” says Russel sarcastically to Murdoc.
            “I’m not fibbing.” I choke out.
            “She not fibbing.”
            “Of course, she isn’t,” says Murdoc, “Everyone clear out!”        
            Strange that he, of all people would believe me. I’m about to be alone with him though, and I—
            “Just let me talk to her, clear OUT.”
            And just like that, we’re alone. I don’t make eye contact. I stare at my own shoes, once polished and shiny, now desperately in need of the cool shoeshine.
            “What do you want?”
            Should I say something.
            “Why are you here? Looking for my daughter??”
            “What?”
            “Are you from the agency?”                 
            “What?” I cough on the air. It’s so gross, I—
            “The child protection agency, or sorts, the authorities, you’re coming for her again?”
            “I don’t know what you’re—”
            “She showed up here when she was eight. In a Fed-Ex box and she doesn’t have any family.”
            “I—” It’s her. It’s definitely her. I’m tingling. I don’t know what to think.
            “You can’t just steal kids.” As soon as I say it, I wish I hadn’t. He might use one of those on me.
            “I’m not authority—I just want—we’re old friends.”
            “Never seen you before.”
            “I’m Savannah. I’m from Japan—well I was raised in Japan—”
            “Nice cover, Sanny.”
            “Semi.” I want to tell him to shut up, but I feel sick.
            “No, really. What are you doing here?”
***
Why did I have to tell him everything? The things that I wouldn’t admit even to my best friend if I had one, let alone someone I’m pretty sure would kill me. Not that I have anything to lose…
            “I know when people are telling the truth. If you weren’t telling the truth I’d know. I’m in the lie business. Do me a favor and don’t report, ok?”
            “What?”
            “To the authorities! Been running from the law for—”   
            “That’s not my job,” I say, “I don’t even know where I am sometimes.”
            He nods. “Me too.”
            “I just don’t have anywhere to go.”     
            “Can I see Noodle?”
            “She’s a bit—go ahead. 2-D will show you, I’ll get him back in here.”
            “I—” Everything just feels wrong.
            “What are you two doing in there, she’s like 16!” It’s Russel busting down the door.
            “You’ve got to fix that.”
            “You never clean.”
            “We were just talking.”
            “I don’t even know who she is!”
            “Nobody does. She doesn’t even know what planet she’s on.” Why does Murdoc understand me so well? This is not ok. I—
            “Why?”
            Murdoc turns towards me. “Why what?”
            “Why do you get me?”
            Everything is silent for a moment. Murdoc looks from me to Russel, back at me.
            “Who are you, and what do you want with my daughter?”
            “She’s not your daughter,” says Russel, “Stop it.”
            “She doesn’t have family.”
            “I have family. They don’t care.”
            “Just stop.” I hold up my hand.
            “Shipped me to England to ‘get better.’”
            “Stop it Russ, or—”
            “You know I can break your nose again Murdoc!”
            I’m so anxious—feeling sick too. Everything is so dirty, contaminated. I want to just melt into the floor.
            “I said, WHO ARE YOU?”
            “I just told you.” I say, barely above a whisper, “I just told you everything.”
            “That’s a great story. If you want sympathy, you’re not getting it.”
            “But you just said—”
            “That you were telling the truth. On second thought, if you were, you might sound a little more concerned or passionate about it.” I know I just sound dead. I know I sound like I don’t care. I do care, I just— I don’t know what to say.
            “Liar! Tell me why you’re really here!” Russel looks slightly nervous and takes a couple steps back. He’s big though. He could take out Murdoc in a fight. I know it. At least I hope he could. I swallow, trying to find the right words to convince him I’m telling the truth.”
            “I’m sixteen. I wouldn’t be coming for Noodle for any nefarious reasons, I—”
            “You don’t look sixteen.”
            “You look like you’re desperately looking for an excuse.”
            “WHY ARE YOU HERE? If you’re not going to talk get OUT!”
            “I believe her.”
            I turn around abruptly. 2-D? He was listening. Was Russel listening? I have mixed feelings. To be fair, I don’t have anything to lose either. He looks—well not attractive, but something whimsical that’s charming nonetheless. I don’t know. I’m starting to have feelings. No, no, I’m just being stupid. We haven’t even talked. I like quiet people…no, I try to shake the feeling as I turn back around to face Murdoc. Maybe I’m gonna get it. Maybe I’m used to it. Maybe I don’t know if I care anymore.
            “You were listening?? Of course, you were!”
            “I don’t mind—”
            “Not you—not you too, of course you’re getting along—tell me your business or get out!”
            “I’m telling the truth, I—”
            Shit. Maybe I’m getting 2-D in more trouble. Maybe I should just come up with a half-decent lie. It’s something I’ve never been good at, though, coming up with lies on the spot.
            “Did you send her?” He points at 2-D. “Is this one of your friends from back home?? That why you were so eager to let him in!”   
            “It wasn’t him—” I blurt, but it’s too late. I flinch as the book on the coffee table goes flying over my shoulder. Missed. Not sure if he was aiming for me, though.
***
I think I found the door. It says it’s Noodle’s room, at least. I’m upset. Real upset. Not a good time to be re-introduced to someone. I can’t escape it. I can’t escape. No way out—Maybe Noodle will hate me now. Maybe she’ll—
            “Are you ok?”
            Shit. It’s 2-D again. I want to say something. I’m frozen. He can’t see me like this. Do I knock? Do I run? My heart starts racing. I can’t—I have feelings. This isn’t ok. I need to go, get as far away from here as I can…I breathe. One, two, three. I turn around. And I face him. “Yeah,” I lie, “How about you?”

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