Here For You

Five

(TW: HEAVY DRUG USE // EMOTIONAL DISTRESS. )

When they first went to sleep, everything seemed to be normal. Krist was relieved he saw Kurt break into a few smiles when they were up till 2.

After their cigarette moment with each other, they went to bed. It's currently 2:15AM.

Krist was out cold. Today was a long day for the band and he just crashed imediantly once his eyes shut in the now darkened room.

But Kurt, was the opposite. He couldn't sleep. He tossed and turned. Shifting his body multiple times to try and force himself to rest.

It failed on him.

Kurt felt the sudden crawling crave hit the back of his head. Alongside with the heavyweight of depression coating him.

He opened his eyes in unforgivable emotions. He felt heavy. Numb and empty.

He sat himself up. Glancing at Krist with his cerulean gaze that filled with tears of waterworks.

Krist is fast asleep.

He quietly got himself off the bed. Sniffling quietly as he scratched the back of his head. The crave was getting more and more to him.

Grabbing the black Jansport bag, he walked himself into the bathroom. He felt guilty. But he wanted to feel better. Even though this drug was actually destroying him on the inside.

He shuts the door and locks it. Switching on the light. It illuminated a light yellow glow in the bathroom.

Kurt made eye contact with his reflection. This was the final straw. He broke down into tears.

Soft sobs leaving his lips as he stared at himself. Dropping the bag on the floor as he cried.

He walked himself to the bathroom sink. His hands firmly placed on the counter as helpless tears rolled down his pale cheeks.

His face began to tint red from crying so hard. His heart was full of pain. His body was aching from the amount of sobs that resulted.

"This is your fault." Kurt told himself. "Fuck. I ruin everything." He shakily told himself in negative energy.

He suddenly stopped his sobs. Crying silently now as he slides himself down to the floor.

He tucked up his baggy jeaned covered legs. They didn't bring extra clothes, since it was only a one night stay.

He extended his arm and grabbed the bag. He unzipped it. "I'm so weak. It's stupid. Fucking, stupid."

Suddenly silenced, he grabbed out a spoon, the baggie of the intense craving drug of heroin, a syringe, and a lighter.

His facial expression was now relaxed yet pained. As his hands shakily prepared it, he sniffled a few times.

He switched on the lighter as he watched the heroin melt on the spoon. His eyes glued to what he is doing as tears rolled down his face.

Krist stirred in the other room. He patted the side of the bed where Kurt previously was, but he felt no one.

Jolting awake, Krist sat up. He sat up very fast. The bassist placed a hand on his forehead, feeling light headed for a brief moment before getting out of the bed.

He walked himself to the bathroom to see the light on inside. He knocked on the door.

"Kurt?" He muttered sleepily.

But Kurt didn't reply.