Bad Day (Mötley Crüe)

Heaven's Falling

Nikki was restless all night. He whimpered in his sleep and flailed and separated himself from Mick. He wandered the apartment for a while, looking out the windows. He eventually crawled back in bed, curling back up around Mick. He eventually fell back asleep after a couple hours of being awake.

Mick felt Nikki get up and heard him wander around, he felt relieved when Nikki came back and laid back down. He stayed up for a bit in case Nikki woke back up.

Nikki wasn't sleeping peacefully for long. He started whining and making other small noises. Mick woke up easily and tried waking Nikki back up.

Nikki let out a shrill scream, and another one even louder.

"Nikki... you're okay" Mick said, he sat up and rubbed Nikki's head.

He sat there rubbing Nikki's face and hair, shaking him gently in attempt to wake him up. He got nervous since Vince and Tommy were next door, and were most likely woken up by now.

"Shh... shh" Mick's voice wavered a bit. "It's okay" he managed to pull Nikki into his lap, running his fingers across his face, neck, and hair. "Shh..." he wasn't sure if he should tell Nikki that he might wake the neighbors, he felt like it would make Nikki more upset and frantic to the point of being sick... just knowing from experience.

"It's okay Nikki, nobody's gonna hurt you" he whispered.

Nikki had hot tears streaming down his face. Mick was worried that Nikki was going to make himself sick if he didn't wake up soon.

"Wake up Nikki" he said.

He tried shaking Nikki awake again.

"It's alright... I'm here" he whispered.

Nikki's crying started to calm a bit, tiring himself out.

Mick managed to pull Nikki up next to him, tucking Nikki's head into his neck and stroking his hair. Nikki's cries started to diminish as he relaxed. Mick felt around until he found one of Nikki's hands and held it to his chest, running his thumb across Nikki's knuckles.

Mick laid there awake. He wasn't sure what time it was. He was debating on getting up, and taking a quick shower. Another part of him didn't want to get up in case Nikki woke up and started to panic.

He needed to try to get Nikki to shower or take a bath. He noticed that Nikki's hair was starting to get greasy.

He also had to work today, so he had to get up eventually, he figured Nikki would go... prowling today. He shuddered.

He looked over at Nikki, pulling the blanket up over him and made sure he was warm and comfortable before slipping out of bed. He quietly made his way to the bathroom on the other side of the apartment.

He started to undress and looked at himself in the mirror. His skin was grey, his ribs jutted out despite his excessive alcohol intake. His face looked thin. His blue eyes seemed dull. His back didn't bend and his hips hurt. He couldn't stand up straight either. He was diseased, and sick.

He sighed and got in the shower, letting the hot water run down his back and soak his hair. He lathered his hair with shampoo and took his time rinsing it out. He put conditioner in it and let it sit for a few minutes before rinsing that out too. He shut the water off and squeezed all the water out of his hair. He stepped out of the shower carefully and looked back in the mirror. He looked like a wet mop. He felt like a wet mop.

He proceeded to get dressed and dry his hair with a towel. He was about to put his eyeliner and makeup on, to give himself a bit more color, when someone knocked on the door. He put his eyeliner pencil down before creeping out to the living room and peaking out the window. He opened the door.