Nightmare and promiseNightmare and promise
Leo, Raph, Donnie; 27yr old
Mikey just woke up from nightmare in cold sweat and bit pain. Having same nightmare about a week, Mikey was getting moody for not getting a good night sleep. His father was getting real mad with him for ninja work too tier to think stray. Leo try to talk to him after work out but Mikey just walk away. Raph feeding his pet turtle spike his sow Mikey trip over fell in to water. Run over to his baby brother help out.
Raph; hey little ninja are ok
Mikey; no I am not and STOP CALLING ME LITTLE ALL TIME
RAHP; but I always call you little ninja
Mikey; just leave along
Mikey run to his room lock the door and stay his room rest day was tier of the nightmare. His what to have good night sleep. Hear nock at the door
Donnie; hey Mikey is Donnie may please I come in to talk.
Donnie; I want to help please
Mikey open the door let Donnie enter. Donnie look of his brother face it can see was tier of lack of sl
I Die In A Car On TourI don't want to dieI Die In A Car On Tour5 years ago in Scraps More Like This
2D could sigh and sing as much as he pleased in death. That was what he believed. He never believed in heaven or hell, but he believed he would live on. He would wander and sing forever. He liked that idea. He had been waiting to die for a long time now. He often wanted to take his own life. It seemed to make more sense than waiting around forever for it.
He had written many songs that hinted at his need for death, but no one seemed to think much of it. They all seemed to figure it was just silly angst or a need for a good line or two. But it was real; it was his way of asking for help. And no one had replied.
He could peek out of the tour bus and see the sun was finally rising as he lay in the back, in the only bed. He could sleep while Murdoc drove. They hadn't been on tour for too long now, but it wasn't such a relief as he thought it would be. He thought he would like being off the beach, but this was just as bad.
At least here he wouldn't die on the beach
I Will Chase YouNo one understands how he feels. How could they? It wasn't like he was one to talk about his feelings, but still, it seemed that no one had ever cared to even ask him how things made him feel in the first place. Of course, he probably would have smacked them and called them a pussy for talking of such things, but still. It was the thought that counted.I Will Chase You5 years ago in Scraps More Like This
He had pulled over to the side of the road, dragging the limp boy down the stairs, not gentle in his approach one bit. After all, was the singer careful when he decided to try to off himself and ruin everything they had worked so hard for? Everything HE, Murdoc Niccals, had worked so hard for? He let him fall into the grass at the side of the road, staring down at him. When he was like that, he seemed so fragile and stupid, so comatose. In fact, with all those drugs, he was probably damned close to being comatose again.
The bassist tugged him up again, squishing his thin body close to his, slamming his fists into his gut and causing the
Pre-Existing Condition"Sometimes when you look at me on stage I wonder what you're finkin' Jus' 'bout the music or somefink more?"Pre-Existing Condition5 years ago in Scraps More Like This
"I think I think you're an idiot, faceache."
He wished he had answered differently; told him how beautiful he was.
"'Ey, it's rainin' again "
"Do Do you fink, maybe, God makes it rain when I'm sad?"
"Why, D? Are you sad?"
"No Jus' empty. Maybe I should ask different. Do you fink God makes it rain when I feel empty?"
"No, he doesn't. God doesn' care 'nuff 'bout you for that."
" Yeah, you're right. If he did, it would be rainin' all the time."
"Stop tryin' to be poetic, dentface."
"You ain't empty, kay? You're full of random thoughts and good tracks, mate. Tha's not empty, alright?"
"It was too loud last night, D. I dunno how people can sleep when you play tracks so loud. You really should work on that."
"Oh I didn' fink 'bout it I guess. I jus' like listenin' t