Free Bird -a Guns N' Roses Fanfic

Nightmare

"Baby, you're all shaky. You don't look good." He mentioned.

"Just leave me alone," I fumed, leaving the door open with him standing in it as I walked to my room and locked the door.

I can hear the guys outside my bedroom door, trying to coax me out.

"Baz, I'm staying overnight if you don't come out and clear this up. I wanna make sure you're ok." Duff says.

"If you wanna sleep on the couch, go ahead, but I'm not opening this door." I state as I look at myself in the mirror. I'm really skinny...I haven't eaten in a while. I don't feel hungry.

I have bags under my eyes and my hair is a mess.

"Baz! Please!" Steven shouts.

"Just go away." I say. I hear footsteps walk away and I unlock the door, but keep it closed.

I take another pill, then sliding into my small bed and curling up because of how uncomfortable I was. I feel dizzy, and my vision is distorted, like I'm looking through a kaleidoscope. All the sudden, everything goes black.

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Unexpectedly, I hear yelling. What once was silence is now a chaotic mess around me. My eyes flutter open and I'm met with Steven, who's laying on top of me with a horrible expression.

"She's up! Thank God, she's up!" He shouts, instructing me to eat a slice of bread from my kitchen.

"What?" I look around at the bright lights at where shining in my eyes, then noticing all the boys standing around me.

"Just eat the bread, ok? You'll feel better. You were starving yourself, Baz. Duff was the first to point out how skinny you were. You look like you haven't eaten in years." He says as he watches me take a bite from his position, straddling me.

"I don't need you worrying about me, Steve. I'm fine, I swear." I say as he looks at me with a cocked eyebrow.

"You're not. There's something wrong and you need to tell us," he leans down and presses his body against mine, giving me a strong hug. Slash kneels down next to the bed and looks at me from the side. I turn my head to face him.

"My guitarist buddy is gonna be alright, right?" He asks, moving my hair out of my eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, big shot." I tease as he gets up with a smile and puts his hat over my head. I slide it up from over my eyes so I can see the guys.

"I can't smoke alone," Izzy laughs, nudging me in the ribs with his elbow.

"In all seriousness though, you're like my best friend."

"Hey!" Slash exclaims from behind him. I chuckle at the pair and watch Axl walk over from behind them.

"They're dumbasses." He chuckles.

"You're beautiful, and amazing, and talented, and I don't know what this world would do without you," he ogles as he rests his hand on my stomach. He leans down to kiss me but someone pulls him away.

"Fuck off," Duff exclaims, pushing Axl away with a scowl. Axl scoffs and brings his finger to his lips.

Duff pushes through them until he's next to me, squeezing my hand tight.

"You're mine, and only mine. Even now that you're some famous-ass rockstar and you could have any guy you want, you're mine. And I'm so lucky to have you, Baz. You're the best thing to ever happen to me," he says as he looks down at me. I feel the tears welling up in my eyes as I reach up and grab the collar of his shirt.

"I love you," my voice cracks as I try to choke back the tears, now realizing the severity of the situation. I could have died. I would have broken his heart.

"I love you too," he says, then softly pressing his lips against mine. He rests his hands on my waist and deepens the kiss.

Steven gets up and walks out quietly, the rest of the boys following.

"I'm sorry," I say as he pulls away, holding my hand.

"It's ok baby, we all go through rough times, honey. But just remember that I love you," he says as he kisses my forehead lightly. Then I feel my stomach. My damn stomach.

"Dammit," I quietly exclaim, weakly trying to stand up and heading to the bathroom. He grabs my hand and holds me up to give me support. I lean over the toilet and throw up the little food I've had.

I fall back against the toilet and hold my aching head. I hold my arms against my stomach tightly as he kneels in front of me.

"What's happening to you?" Duff asks as he reaches for my arm. I pull away and get up, feeling the sweat drip from my forehead. Fucking withdrawal.

"You guys can stay in the living room," I weakly state as I close the door and lock it, laying in bed and hoping to get some sleep. I grab yet another one of the pills I seem to have gotten something near addicted to, although I'm not going to admit it.

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I sit up in bed, covered in a cool sweat. There's something in my room, a figure of some sort. I feel paralyzed. I can't move. I look in the direction of the closet to see the shadowy thing bounding towards me. All I manage to communicate when I try to speak is a quiet whimper. As it steps closer, I finally regain the ability to move and it seems to just...vanish.

I throw the blankets off my sweaty body and swiftly get up, turning the light on. I feel the rumble in my stomach as I hesitate to open the door.

I slowly and carefully open it, still being scared of what I just experienced. I see Duff, fast asleep on the couch with the rest of the boys scattered around my living room. I watch over to his tired form and sit on the arm next to him.

"B-Baz?" He stirs, looking up at me.

"D-Duffy...I'm, s-scared,"