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You are breathing.
You take a deep breath in.
You blow it out through your mouth.
You wonder if this breathing technique really works on quailing anxiety. You've never tried it before but there's no time like the present to try new things. When it comes to new things you don't like to try them though. It's not that you have anything against new things; it's just that there's an unknown when it comes to trying something new. Is it going to have a good or bad outcome? Will you like it or dislike it?
Will the new song you're creating please Murdoc or cause him to lash out at you?
You take a deep breath in.
You blow it out through your mouth.
You've lost count of how many hours you've been inside your bubblegum pink room with the porthole. You tried to keep track at one point by counting the seconds but then your thoughts trailed off onto what you think Noodle and Russel are doing. You miss them terribly. You know that if either of them were around they wouldn't put up with what Murdoc has become and they definitely wouldn't allow him to hit you as much as he does. Maybe this is a sign that you need to become more strong-willed. Stand up for yourself, take nothing from anybody, whether they're a cyborg or a decrepit old man.
There's banging on your door and each one sounds like an echo to your ears. You startle at the sound, your long arms flailing in the air as you quickly turn to look at the door.
"2DDDD," Murdoc slurs from the other side, "Where's my song? I wanna, I wanna hear your pretty voice right about now so come on, come on up."
"In a minute, Murdoc," you respond. You try your hardest to keep your voice steady but it still sounds like it's dripping with nervousness.
You wait for him to reply. He's good at picking up on your nerves when you talk. He lives for it just so he can latch onto it and show that there is a reason to feel that way. You don't hear anything for a second, but then you hear the click of the lock unlatching and his boots stomping away back up the stairs. You let out the breath you were holding in and flop backward onto the floor.
You take a deep breath in.
You blow it out through your mouth.
This breathing technique is shit.