Sex, Crϋe and Ratt 'N' Roll, A Ratt & Mӧtley Tale

Chapter 25- When the Night Comes Calling (Vince Neil)

I can't breathe NOW, the walls closing in.... breathe, breathe long enough to do this...get this over Vince....so this.... Soon I won't breathe forever....

I've just decided, and this is one of the HARDEST AND MOST FUCKING HEART-BREAKING THINGS TO DO: take my own life...life isn't worth living, a love found and lost....my heart ripped out and now irrevocably broken.... a pariah, a living nightmare.... Razzle's death, I just CAN'T anymore....my sobs echo, the bottle of pills rattle....

"Fuck.... fuck.... s-shaking.... still such a coward.... this....is the only way......" Stammering and sobbing, trying to steel myself enough to do this.

I down some liquor now, burning my throat reminding me that I am...for now alive, I down the pills, in the floor now.... waiting for the numbness to take me away.... more booze, more pills and I quickly lose track of what I've exactly taken......

The world quickly disappears.... harder now to breathe, I feel NOTHING.... i am nothing.... feeling numb.... feeling.... strange.... panicking.... panicking now....am I moving? Am I? hurts.... hurts.........

Stephen.... i.... still.... love you....and.... i think I hate you....my love.... a gasp for breath. Tears cease, or do they?

I hear running footsteps....and a voice.... sounding panicked.... sounding worried and all fades.... goodbye, as I grow cold....

Here is where, thank GOD as it turns out Mick comes in....and saves my life....

-Mick Mars POV-

I tried calling Vince, that sinking feeling.... a feeling of dread.... i couldn't get an answer, Paul had just put Hope to bed...telling me to call Vince, Paul himself worried and soon Paul comes back in the room. I really wish I'd been wrong about my feelings, in the case of Sixx and Vince.... i really fucking hate being the alien.

"Mick? God...oh god, baby you're crying...." I practically dive into my husband's arms.

"I...I have to go Paul; I have this terrible feeling!" I quickly kissed him, throwing on my shoes and jacket, my husband handed me the keys and wallet.

"Go...now, be careful Mick. You do what you need to." Paul breaks down as I run out the door, praying I'm not too late and that I am WRONG.

PLEASE...HOLD ON KID!! Vince.... please let me not be too late, I hope I am wrong...please let me be wrong.... you are not alone; you are never alone.... you DO deserve happiness and love; I wish too I hadn't had been right in my feelings about YOUR love...and your life.... hanging in the balance. 

Naturally I speed the whole way to Vince's house, on edge...lost in thoughts, and yet at the same time focused as fuck.... that feeling of urgency consuming me. And then I am there....i barely park my car and cut the engine before I am at his door....and lucky me, I find a spare key hidden under his welcome mat and RACE inside, vaguely noting that its eerily quiet....

I take his steps two at a time, ignoring my back...ignoring the fact that I am out of breath, calling his name....i get no response and when I reach his bedroom, thankfully the door is unlocked and I notice the light is on in the bathroom and I drop to my knees in horror, at the sight of Vince....a broken liquor bottle...and empty pill bottle....and he seemingly closes his eyes for what i HOPE is NOT the last time....

"NO!! Wake up!!...don't you fucking die on me kid!" I scream and sob both, checking for a pulse...it's there barely and I steel myself, for what I am about to do....i stick my fingers down his throat in an effort to make him throw up, hoping that helps....because he is already cooling, not good....and after an eternity later, he shudders...convulsing....and I am in tears, urging him to wake up....he vomits...and vomits.....and then seemingly is done, I realize it's not enough....something is still all too wrong, as he cools....he won't respond and I blink and I am on the phone with 911, frantically telling them about the state Vince is in, checking for his slowly fading pulse...holding him to me, trying to warm him and before I know it.....they arrive, taking them....and I tell leave no fucking room for argument as they take him and I demand to go with them.

My HEART stops as they, try to save Vince's life.....he vomited yes, a lot....but sadly it wasn't enough to help...the amount of pills and booze, well I have no true idea just how much....the mood grows more frantic on the way to the hospital....as for a moment, what feels like a life time we lose him....

The sheer number of narcotics and pain pills.... i knew in a way how that felt......the pain....and coincidentally.... This is the night, where 'Kick Start My Heart' would come from, combine that with Robbin's yet to happen now drug overdose.

And then a miracle....as they bring him back...working feverishly and upon arriving at the hospital, they take him......my heart going with the man that is family...Vince IS Family as I wait to hear news.... hopefully.... He will be ok.

At the nurse's station, I ask to use the phone and I immediately dial my husband and Paul, a very worried Paul answers.

"Mick? What's...."

I cut him off, my voice trembling and the tears once more fall, "I...I...f-found....h-him...broken liquor bottle...and...a.... empty pill bottle. Paul...Paul, I don't know how m-much exactly.... his pulse...was weak...and..and...I tried to get him to vomit, he did...but he kept...he kept...." I break down barely managing to continue, "—He kept...his body growing cooler, nearly lost him in the ambulance and now...I am waiting.... he's family.... he's family."

"Oh my god...." Paul sobs, "I should be there...with you...."

"My Star.... I know...I know, but we have our daughter. She needs you too. I love you...I love you and her so much more than you will ever know. I just hope...Vince can begin to heal in some form or fashion.... mentally at least and physically, but his heart....is another matter."

"Mick, you need me...Vince needs me...I don't want to leave our daughter, god knows I don't." Paul sobs, "But you need me, Vince needs me...needs us.... you saved my life and now I am hoping you have saved his.... i will call Eric and be there as soon as I can." Fiercely, gently and we chat a moment more before I hang up and wait...and wait....

It killed Paul for me to be so broken hearted...he didn't want me to suffer alone...it killed me have left him that night, but he didn't want me to as I said be alone and to support me. Lucky us, Eric Carr, was more than willing to get Hope despite the late hour and keep her, saying we were family.

A frantic Paul arrives as I still wait for news.... now...we wait I mean, as I greet him with a long and slow kiss, an emotional one as he and I cling to one another afterwards.

"Hope is ok...she's ok. You needed me.... Mick.... i assume no...news yet?"

I sigh heavily, "No...no news yet...and My Star.... thank you." I reply. Paul gets my true meaning, and we are both on the verge of dozing off, when a doctor comes out to speak with us. Solemn and my heart nearly stops....and then it starts again as we are told that I brought him in just in time, and that it was helpful of what I tried and did to help Vince. He DID as it turns out, overdosed and it was nearly fatal, but so far...no lasting damage otherwise, he also had his stomach pumped....and he will be out for a while, quite a while.... he'd also shown signs of sheer exhaustion, the point we are told is he is ALIVE....and that I very well saved his life.

Paul and I sob in relief, in joy....in sorrow for Vince suffering so much.... hoping in time our family...Vince can heal.

So now you know, I saved Vince's life...and sadly, Stephen still wasn't there. Vince didn't want Stephen to be there and yet I know deep down he was. This night, we also let Tommy and Nikki know.... They took the news hard, we all did.

A/N: Vince will live!! And a surprise and emotional POV. Next chapter we will see Vince waking up from his ordeal....