Little Dreamer Galaxy :)

Part 6 It takes about six minutes of coaxing for Noodle to say anything as she sits at the table, sipping some coffee.             “We need to talk about that head you’re keeping in your room,” says Murdoc.             “Don’t change the subject,” I sigh, “Also, what?”             “It’s behind the screen. I feed it at night.” Her voice drops to a whisper in the dark and now I’m nervous. “I have his brain hooked up to a machine. I want him to sing on my song. His name is Shaun.”             Yeah, like that’s not creepy at all.             “I’m just having trouble coming up with a hook. Any ideas Murdoc?”             “Guys,” I say. “We’re getting off topic.”             An uncomfortable silence follows, but I feel like I’m being watched…             “What do you want me to say? I’m fine.” Noodle sounds fine enough, but no healthy girl would have stick-legs like that. I know she’s small and everything, but they must have fed her as a kid. To be a super soldier. I—  

This isn’t going to work. I knew that from the get-go. I can’t stay here. I have too many feelings for 2-D. And I can’t get attached. And I can’t live with Murdoc—I came here to escape my old life, not constantly be reminded of it. Well. Do I have anywhere else to go? Not really? Should I just move into an old abandoned house and not be seen? Could I sustain myself? Yes, I can. I’ll live as an outlaw. I don’t have another choice. I need to sneak out of the house. It’s late night, and I hope everyone is in bed. I see Noodle sleeping above me, and look at my wrist with guilt. We made friendship bracelets. Friends don’t just leave friends alone…. I have to say something. I take a slip of paper and scribble: Noodle: I’m leaving. I don’t know where I’m going yet, and I can’t live with 2-D and Murdoc. I’m so sorry. I would be intrusive to them. I’m so sorry. xxSemixx. I don’t know if it’s good enough. I don’t want to go. But I don’t have a choice. I grab my bag and slip out the door and do