Pink Floyd Imagines

Syd Barrett #3

Warning! This one is gonna be long! I was inspired lmao
Let's say I got inspo from a dream I had 🤭🤭

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It wasn't a secret that Syd had an issue with LSD. A quite big problem, you would say. His first trip had been "good" enough to make him want even more. His mind was not like the rest of people, you were aware of that. But the drugs had unleashed something inside him.
At first, it wasn't noticeable as he still made music and had fun in the studio recording. However, if someone had paid closer attention to his notebooks, they would have seen it full of scribbles and ramblings that were uncharacteristic of the organised and sweet boy.

Then came the erratic actions. He would play a song in the studio and when asked to repeat it for another take he would play a whole different song. It left the boys speechless and they looked for an explanation from you that you didn't have. Too much was going through Syd's mind and he wasn't able to sort it out.

The depression took you by surprise though. You had started suspecting something when Syd let his hair grow without caring for it. Neither of you remembered when was the last time he had had enough strength in his body and mind to get up and wash his brunet curls.

Syd would spend all day sitting in his makeshift bed on the floor of your shared flat, the infamous album cover of his first solo album, strumming absmindedly his guitar's strings while mumbling some verses that eerily sounded like a feverish ramble. He had been kicked out of the band some time ago. You couldn't blame Roger or the others. Syd's addiction and mental illness was affecting everyone in a very negative way.

On the worst days, he wouldn't even look at you, his eyes unfocused and his mind in a whole different plane of reality, all caused by his daily LSD dosage. When you called his name, he would look at you without any recognition or emotion in his eyes. It was like a shell of what he used to be. It pained you so much but still endured it all and kept taking care of him.

That's it until the inevitable finally happened.

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It was just another dull day in what it had become your routine: taking care of Syd. You did everything around the house while he just layed there, his eyes glazed over and mumbling to himself. Every tear had already been shed so you didn't react to his behaviour anymore. His periods of being lucid were few and far in between, and you drank them like it was elixir.

Thankfully, at that moment, he was in one of those marvelous moments in which he was aware of his surroundings. Syd was telling you about a new song he had written while you entered the kitchen. Huh, the lights looked too bright. You blinked a few times to focus your eyes but to not avail: there was a haze over everything. A cold sweat started forming on your forehead and you tried to hold the counter. You tried to call Syd's name but only a measly whimper came out. Immediately after, everything turned black.

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Syd was still talking about his new song, a song he had written for you. He awaited for your response but it didn't come. Looking confused, he walked to the kitchen where you had went in. Turning around the corner, he freezed. There laid your unmoving body. Syd's eyes widened and he ran up to your form.

"Y/N!!! What's wrong?!?" He was hyperventilating. What had happened? Why weren't you responding?

Get your ass up from the floor for God's sake. A voice in Syd's head startled him. Quick! Call an ambulance! Are you stupid!?