Pantera One Shots

haywire

"Hey, Phil man! We gotta go!" Darrell was outside the door to his room backstage.

"I know! I know! Give me just a fuckin' second!"

Phil gritted his teeth, antsy and shakey as he  cooked up his dope.

"What are you doing? Jerkin off??" Darrell exclaimed, clearly sounding annoyed.

"No! Just, fuck off you asshole!" Phil yelled at him, looking at the shadows of Darrell's feet underneath the door.

Phil shakily exhaled as he finally got it done, taking the needle and pulling up the syringe - filling the damn thing up to the brim with heroin.

His brain went haywire as he dug through his shit trying to find the cloth to tie around his arm, all the while Darrell still stood behind the door.

He finally found it, his heart racing in his chest as he knotted it tight around his tricep - taking the ends in his teeth and pulling it tight.

He breathed loudly through his nose as the vein in his arm inflated and he stuck it with the needle.

He almost felt bad as his eyes darted back to Darrell at the door, Phil didn't even know why he stayed there. He stiffeled a groan as the needle finally emptied, and he honestly had no idea how much he'd just taken.

He'd probably be fine.

He just needed to get high. It'd been entirely way too long since his last hit.

Without it his head was going to throb, he wouldn't have a good time, and he was going to rip the head off of someone.

Phil wiped away the blood from his arm, finally opening the door to see Darrell.
It wouldn't be long at all now.

"Took you long enough." He remarked, laughing slightly.

"Yeah, yeah.."  Phil sighed.

Darrell tried not to notice as the door creaked open on it's hinges.

How the needle was flicked to the floor and powdery white shit was spread around the dresser carelessly. It hurt him.

He looked back and cringed at the way Phil picked at his inner arm, his hand going tense on the neck of his dean.

He didn't know Phil was on drugs.

It seemed like all they ever did was drink -

Darrell stood in shock before walking out to the wing of the stage.
Hopefully it'd all be okay, atleast till the end of the show.

-

After Phil's typical banter, Pantera broke out into song.

But, Phil was getting disoriented.
Things where becoming a blur as he paced the stage back and forth.

It had hit him terribly quick. His most sober thought of the night was.
"Fuck. I think I overdid it."

God he was sweating, and trying to remember lyrics as Darrell's guitar blared.
He stood in a pause, breathing noisily.
Rex gave him a concerned look that he caught half way.

He slurred lightly as he sang out, the wrong fucking lyrics.

Darrell looked at him like he was absolutely nuts, raising his brows at him.
But when Phil turned his back, he didn't look right.
Rex seemed to pick up on this too, Darrell and he sharing weird looks as they wondered what the fuck was going on with their singer.

Phil's skin flushed, red and shakey, like he were tweaking.

Phil's brain wasn't working as he tried so fucking hard to remember that next wrong lyric.. the stage lights suddenly where so damn bright -