❦︎ 𝐃𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔┊Nikki Sixx ❦︎

- Two Minutes -

Nikki sat in his room, tightening a rope around his bicep until his veins were bulging. He placed the head of the needle to a vein and pushed down on the plunger of the syringe and injected the heroin into him. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as the drug rushed to his head.

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It was the day of Tommy and Heather's wedding, and he invited everyone he could possibly invite. He made Nikki his best man, and was really excited about it. But when the day came, Nikki was completely out of it.

"Nikki, Tommy's going to be pissed if you aren't up and ready.." Erin warned the boy who was basically passed out on the couch next to her.

"Mm..." He mumbled, eyes being shielded by his sunglasses. But Erin could still see his eyes being closed heavily.

Tommy came into the room and instantly started talking about Heather and him. Who could blame the guy? She was the first girl who's shown him love in return for his lovesick manner.

"Yo, let's hit it, guys!" Tommy excitedly said, making Vince and Mick stand up. "Best man? Let's go." He said to Nikki, getting irritated. "Is that asshole asleep?" He asked Erin. Erin looked at Nikki's eyes and saw that they were closed. She nodded nervously. "What the fuck?!" He said, hitting Nikki's face repeatedly and knocking his sunglasses off in the process.

"I'm good... It's all good.." Nikki groaned, earning a disappointed look from everyone in the room.

"No, it's definitely not all good." Tommy murmured. Erin helped Nikki stand up before he got wobbly and almost fell onto the glass table which had many wedding gifts on it. "Hey, watch it!" Tommy shouted, pushing Nikki back away from the table, pushing Erin along with him. "Hey, man. Are you going to do this or should I find someone who can?" He asked the drugged-out Nikki.

"Don't look at me, man." Vince said, taking a sip of his bottle of Jack.

"I'll do it, Drummer." Mick volunteered, putting his beer down on the coffee table.

"No, man. I already have the rings. Let's just do it." Nikki said drunkenly.

Tommy muttered things that nobody could hear as he marched grumpily out of the room, Vince and Mick following.

Erin watched as Nikki pulled his coat on before falling onto the table, a loud crash following as his bodyweight pushed the items on the table onto the floor.

"Nikki..." Erin mumbled sadly, helping him put his other arm into the sleeve.

"Baby, I feel sick.." He muttered, leaning onto Erin for support.

"I know, Rockstar." She sighed. "But you gotta be strong for Tommy. He's counting on you."

He put the bottle of Jack to his lips to take a swig before Erin grabbed it and put it on the coffee table that was still intact and he whined. "Hey, I'm thirsty." He mumbled.

"Yeah? Well drink some water instead. You're already drunk enough as it is." Erin scoffed, almost getting upset with Nikki before she calmed herself down and reminded herself how much she loved the man she was holding up and trying to keep from falling over.

"Waters gross." He groaned. "Do you think we have some time to hook up for a second?" He smirked, still clearly drunk and drugged out.

"No. This is my brother's wedding and we are not  going to fuck it up." Erin said sternly as she guided Nikki out of the room and towards the exit where the wedding was being held.

"But I want you so bad.." He smiled innocently. "What if I had a boner? Would you help me?" He slurred.

"You're talking nonsense, Nikki." She muttered. "Now shut up and support Tommy." She said, placing a kiss on his cheek.

"Why not the lips?" He asked sadly.

"Because your saliva most definitely tastes like alcohol." She smiled cockily.

He furrowed his eyebrows before he heard Tommy call him and Erin over for pictures. They both walked over there, Erin still holding Sixx up. Tommy gave Nikki a look as the first picture was taken. The second picture was barely any better. He just has the most pissed off look a man could have as he looked at the camera.

~~~

They were all upset with Nikki, but little did they know, they shouldn't have taken it personally. He sat against the wall, drinking away his problems. A long-haired man sat down next to him.

"Did I miss the party?" He asked with a stupid grin. Nikki nodded with a woozy smile. "You look like a man in need of some sweet, sweet Persian." The man told Nikki, pulling a drug from his pocket along with a needle, a lighter, and a spoon.

"How is that Persian?" Nikki asked, eyeing the drug that the man was now making a liquid as he spoke. "Is there still even a Persia?"

"There has to be, that's where all the cats come from."

"What cats?" Nikki furrowed his eyebrows.

"Y'know, the ones from Lady and The Tramp. The crosseyed ones."

"Those are Siamese cats, you don't know shit about Walt Disney." Nikki muttered, overly annoyed.

"I know he's a perv."

"What?"

"He used to make whores sit on glass tables, and they'd take shits right on the glass." He rambled.

"He wouldn't do that." Nikki said, absolutely disgusted by the image in his mind.

"How would you know?" The man asked, putting the needle into the liquid.

"Because I have never thought of something that fucked up in my life..." He said distantly, his mind somewhere else.

"Whatever, man. Do you want some or not?"

"Yeah, man. But can you do it for me?" Nikki asked, his voice weak and quiet.

The man scoffed before helping Nikki roll up his sleeve and wrap the rope around his bicep. He tightened it before putting the needle to his vein and injecting the heroin. Nikki's eyes rolled to the back of his head and before long the heroin had ran through his bloodstream and into his brain.

Then he felt dizzy.

His head hit the floor with a thud, catching the attention of the man next to him. He looked down at Nikki.

"Hey, Nikki?" The man asked, patting his face to wake him up. "Hey, man, wake up." Then the man realized Nikki wasn't waking up. "Shit, man! Someone call the cops, man! Shit! Party's over! Wake up!" He shouted, standing up to get everyone out.

Five minutes later, an ambulance rushed into the parking lot and three paramedics barged into the room, laying Nikki out on a stretcher. Once he was in the ambulance, a paramedic did everything he could to bring him back. He did CPR, but it didn't work.

"Nothing." The other paramedic said sadly. He looked at his watch, "Time of death..."

"Nah, man! This is Nikki fucking Sixx! He's not about to die in my ambulance!" He shouted, grabbing a large syringe and slamming it into Nikki's chest.

The paramedic checked his pulse. "Nothing." He muttered.

"Nah, nah, nah!" He shouted, grabbing another syringe and slamming it next to the first one.

Nikki sat up, breathing heavily. He looked around, then at his chest. "Ow..."

With that, the paramedics both celebrated. They had just brought back Nikki Sixx, who was clinically dead for two minutes.

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