Nikki had been missing for over month. Lost, and alone. He was constantly high and drunk. Sometimes he wasn't sure he was still in LA. He wondered if Mick, or Tommy, or even Vince had been looking for him. Probably not. He was just a lost cause.
He made a makeshift bed out of some dirty cardboard boxes and newspapers, seeking refuge by a dumpster. He curled up as small as he could, and covered himself up. It was the middle of the day, so he slept during it so he could wander at night.
They always wandered at night. It gave them time to catch their breath and relax.
When Nikki woke up, he saw a group of five all huddled close to each other. All holding hands. The tallest was crying hard, and the littlest one was spaced out. They were all so skinny and so young.
Nikki tried pushing himself up, but he fell back down and startled the group across the alley.
"Sorry..." Nikki muttered.
The tallest one seemed so skittish. He backed himself up between the wall and dumpster. Nikki felt bad. They looked no older than 16. He tried pushing himself off the ground again and failed. He sighed. Maybe that's where he'd die later. He gave up on trying to move. He looked at the group across from him again. The tall one looked like he was close to either throwing up or passing out.
"He's having a panic attack" Nikki said quietly.
The little one from the group held onto the big one's hands.
"Get closer... uhm... kinda cage him in there so he doesn't get hurt"
The little one nodded and scooted closer. He rested his head on the big one's chest and Nikki immediately saw himself and Mick in that position.
"He'll be okay..." Nikki said tiredly.
He watched the big one wrap himself around the small one. He smiled slightly to himself. It's what Mick did.
Mick... god... he wondered if he'd ever find his way back to him. He just wanted a hug.
He sighed, and attempted to heave himself back off the ground. He winced when he ended up hitting his head back on the ground.
Guess I'll stay here, he thought.
He ended up falling back asleep for a while. He doesn't dream often, it's mostly nightmares. But he dreamt of his wedding. Tommy in white, him in black... and Mick and Vince as their best men. It's a very small wedding. Just the four of them, Mick's kids, Tommy's parents, and Nikki's grandparents. Storm was the flower girl. Nikki's Nona thought Tommy was one of the cutest things she's laid eyes on, and his Uncle Tom was proud of his grandson.
He woke up a while later. He thought about his dream. Tommy seemed so happy.
He really wanted to get back. No... he had to get back...
"Do you know where we are?" Nikki asked the younger boys.
"You're in the jungle... you're gonna fuckin die..." one of them said, a redhead, sinisterly cackling for a moment, before slumping into the boy next to him.
"Ah huh..." Nikki said under his breath.
"Hollywood" One of them said.
"Thanks..."
"What's wrong with you?" One of them asked.
"Got engaged, ran away" Nikki said honestly.
"Fuck... what kinda whore did you propose and then run away from?" One asked, taking a drag from their cigarette.
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Bad Day (Mötley Crüe)
FanfictionMick Mars and Nikki Sixx were damn near basket cases and almost unapproachable to anybody who came near them. Mick drank vodka like Nikki did heroin. They were their vices. Their poisons. Their true loves that never loved them back. Their true lov...
