𝗡𝗶𝗸𝗸𝗶 𝗦𝗶𝘅𝘅 ~ 𝗢𝗻𝗲-𝗦𝗵𝗼𝘁 𝗖𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 🤍

• 𝗧𝗼𝗼 𝗙𝗮𝗿 🩷

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Y/N's POV, late 1992

Knowing Nikki Sixx could be pretty exhausting, that's the most accurate description I could find. I loved being his friend and adored him as a person however he was pretty hard to get through to sometimes and could get himself into some bad mental places if he's not careful especially when things go wrong and well... they have and Nikki has been slowly slipping the last ten months or so.

He can deny it and pretend he's okay but he's not, not really and I see it even if he tries hard to hide it.

I'd known him for just over nine years and they'd been as memorable years as they'd been crazy, I knew Nikki had demons even now, they might be slightly different than they used to be but he still had them.

It was a delicate subject to bring up to the bassist, he hated admitting weaknesses even to me, even if he trusted me he still didn't like looking weak, even if he needed the help. It was his greatest drawback.

I never got offended or anything when I asked him if something was wrong and he'd say no, even if it was so obvious he was lying it hurts, I understood but he needed to talk or it'd eat him alive and it's always him not being honest to himself and others that has got him into bad situations in the past.

He called me today though, he said for me to go over to his place but didn't say why, and part of me had a suspicion he was actually going to tell me what had been wrong with him lately yet the other part of me was doubting it because I knew how stubborn Nikki was and even if that's the real reason behind the call, it doesn't mean he's actually going to go through with it, he could easily chicken out.

I said I'd be over by midday, it was almost midday now so I was making my way to Nikki's place, he didn't live too far from me probably about twenty minutes, I lived closer to Vince than Nikki, not that it's relevant now as I don't really see much of him anymore since he was trying to get his career together after being removed from the band but still. The drive wasn't too bad, the roads were pretty clear which knocked some minutes off my journey time.

When I got to Nikki's house, I pulled up beside his car and got out, locked up and made my way towards his front door, knocking when I got there. It didn't take too long for him to answer, and he looked pretty happy to see me.

"Hey." Nikki smiled.

"Hey yourself, had a good day so far?"

"Depends on your definition of 'good' but I've certainly had worse, but definitely also had better. What about you?"

"Uneventful, like most days. Why'd you want me to come over?"

"Need someone to talk to I guess... don't have many people I can do that with at the moment." He said casually.

"Where's Tommy? You usually call him when you have a social crisis." I asked curiously, sure, Nikki has called me before to talk, many times but usually he calls Tommy for someone to 'talk to', unless, like I suspected, there was more to this than he was letting on.

"This isn't a social crisis."

"Then what is it?"

Nikki closed the door once I'd entered the house, sitting down on his couch and I followed him, sitting next to him, taking note of the half empty Jack Daniels bottle and the line of shot glasses on his coffee table and I said while not taking my eyes off said shot glasses with my concern for the man growing "Is everything okay? You seem to have been going to town with the shots."