Some days will stick in your memory no matter how hard you try to forget about them. Theres no doubt in my mind that when I'm on my deathbed the only part of my life flashing before my eyes will be the enirity of 1991 and the start of 1992.
Finally, Kurt's withdrawl symtoms had began to subside. Sure, the cravings for heroin were driving him nuts when he addictive personality began to catch up to him; that was expected consedering how hooked on the drug he had become.
Story of my life however, being that I could never catch a break. It's been like that ever since I was a child. Any child growing up with a drug addicted parent will know EXACTLY what I'm talking about. And sure enough, as soon as my life is somewhat okay, another truck drags me down the highway to hell. And I'll never be untied from the backwheels, no matter how much I've been pleading or how disfguired my body had become.
At exactly midnight, a loud knock sounded on the outside of my door. I thought hardly anything of it at first, until I saw it was a police officer. He looked rather symethetic, so I found myself being more comfortable answering the door. There wasn't a huge risk of me being in trouble, so my anxiety slightened.
"Is this the home of Hedi Rothwell?" I swallowed heavily hearing my name exit through his lips. I got chills down my back when I heard the next sentance. "Hedi you need to come with me. Erin is in the hospital. Appart suicide attempt."
"W..what?" My voice broke with desportation as I tried to comprehend the situation. I squeaked with pure fear as the dark reality set in. My only sister could die, and its of her own will and desire. Why would she want such a final tragedy? "You can't be serious."
"Hedi!" I insatly ran into Kurt's gentle grip, bathing in the comfort that his hugs awarded. He held onto me tighter before placing a kiss on my forehead. "I got here as quick as I could."
"I can't beileve this is happening." I sunk down to the seat behind me, trying to combat the nausea that had made itself known as a sad affect of the sudden emotinal turmoil inflicted upon me. "I just don't get it. What made her... want to do this?"
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Where Did You Sleep Last Night? || Kurt Cobain
Fanfiction"I'm going where the cold wind blows." fresh out of prison, Hedi Rothwell is trying to get her life back together. while working at a run down convenience store with her old pal Stacey Keen, Hedi is introduced to fellow troublemaker and Nirvana fron...
