Punks Not Dead

What Is...And What Should Never Be...

•Lilith's POV•

Rotten had lead me into Silver's room, which in our luck, was completely empty. I needed a place to hide out for a bit, I was beginning to get way too high. Not in a bad way, I wasn't wigging out or anything, but I just needed to get away from all the hustle and bustle of the party, before it did get to the point of no return.

In the corner there was a pile of dirty laundry that seemed to me as it was to be the comfiest seat in the house. It was calling out to me, pulsing and changing colors and patterns. At this point I didn't give a shit if it was dirty or clean. I plopped myself down onto it and it seemed to swallow me whole, engulfing and embracing me. I sighed in relief. Rotten casually sat down beside me.

"You alright, Lilith?" I looked at him, my eyes nothing but two black holes and began to laugh hysterically. The drugs made his face seem like it was whirling and scattering his features around, in turn making him look distorted and cartoonish. Which was apparently funny as hell.

"Wot?" He asked me and I looked back at him, but his face was back to normal. "Hahaaa...nothing" I snickered cheerfully. Without warning, Rotten then shoved me over onto my back and began to kiss me furiously. I gasped, taken by surprise, but went right along with it.

Rotten and I, weren't in love or anything, we were just really good friends. And we liked to fuck.

His tongue probed my mouth hungrily. It felt odd, because of the drugs, but good because I could feel myself become very aroused. I could feel that my panties were soaked already. I felt his hands wander down my body, and eventually coming to a halt on my soaking wet mound. I moaned loudly and began to grind his hand furiously.

Just as he was about to go down on me, the phone began to ring. "Bloody Fucking HELL!" Rotten exclaimed, kissing me swiftly and running to answer the phone. Why the hell did we have to pick the room with the only phone in it?

"Who the fuck is callin' 'ere?" He asked, obviously furious. Influenced by the Acide, I began to laugh at the situation.

"Maxi? What are you talking about?" His voice became soft and worried. I automatically snapped out of my laughing fit and became attentive. Struggling to find my legs, I got up from where I sat. Wobbling, I went to Rotten's side.

"Go down Wilson street, last house on the right. Perfect crack palace, Max. Trust me, can't miss it." He then hung up. I instantly became furious. "Why the fuck are you given' Maxi the address to a crack house. I thought we were all mates 'ere. But no instead your sending her off to her death?"

"Fack off! This is serious shit. Listen to me for a second, Lilith! Sid is going to try and overdose so he can be with Nancy." He paused, eyeing me. "I just told her where she could find him, before it's too late..."

"Well what the fuck are you waiting for, let's go after her! We can't just let her go there alone, are you bloody mad?!" With that, we bolted out of the house and towards that crack-fuck's place.

As we got to the end of the street, there were a half-dozen of police cruisers surrounding a rather ghastly car wreck. At once, I knew... I started to bolt towards the caution tape and expertly ducked underneath it, without anyone having the chance to stop me.

I came to a halt by the overturned Volskwagon, that once belonged to Maxi. It was totalled. The car was empty, and I began to search for Maxi when a cop ran towards me.

"Oy! This is a crime scene! Get out of here you punk!" In instinct, I started to cry, the drugs and situation overwhelming me. "M-...My friend...t-this is her c-car..."

His face dropped. Fear sank into my brain, causing my stomach to churn in anxiety. "Come with me..." He said solemly, leading me towards the police cruiser.

"Your friend...she's in rough shape. I'll take you to the hospital where we have had her admitted. I don't know if she will be out of surgery yet...but I think you should be there for when she wakes up."

Rotten followed me and we sat in silence in the back seat of the police cruiser. This is not the reason I thought I'd be sitting in this position for. No, maybe for other reasons like robbery, battery, assault or something...but not this.

We arrived at the hospital, quickly thanked the cop and made our way inside...unsure what to expect.