•Maxi's POV•
Sid and I slept peacefully that night. He had pleaded that I sleep with him; not in the sexual way. I agreed, but only for that night. While he slept, he gripped onto me like a child grips their stuffed animal. The whole night through, he shivered and shook, the last of the junk slowly evacuating his system.
At some point, maybe around four in the morning, he got up and went downstairs.
The next morning...
I got up about three hours after Sid, and I began to cook some eggs and bacon. Sid was asleep on the couch, twitching slightly and beads of sweat dripping down his forehead. He looked miserable in that state.
Walking over to him, I carefully place an unzipped sleeping bag on top of him, smooth back his hair and returned to the kitchen.
After I finished cooking, I smoked a joint and ate. It was a lot quieter without Sid at the table. My mind wandered to the many times Sid and I ate breakfast together. Breakfast had always been one of Sid's favorite times of the day...well, before he started doing heroin.
Suddenly, I felt sick. I rushed to the bathroom and vomited everything I had just eaten. Thinking of the past made me sick. It had always made me sick.
Why didn't I stop Sid when I had the chance...
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Punks Not Dead
Fanfiction1971. Maxigan Richardson was only 13 when she met John Simon Ritchie in Hackney. Realizing they lived a mere two blocks away from each other, they became friends in no time. John and his friend, John Lydon, both eventually yearn to be by her side. L...
