(This story is kind of a Supernatural crossover with the Mötley Crüe movie, "The Dirt.")
Scarlet Rose Winchester is the youngest Winchester. Though she wasn't Dean's twin, it was almost as if she was when it came to her interests and tastes in food...
When Scarlet went home, she seen the little red light blinking. She listened to the message, and she heard that Nikki was alive. Quickly, she called Vince to tell him, and to say he was relieved was an understatement. Even if the two weren't on speaking terms, Vince really didn't want Nikki to die from his own foolishness.
"I'm going to visit him." Scarlet told Vince over the phone.
"Okay, but don't be too upset if he's kind of bitchy, he did get brought back after an overdose only two days ago." Vince said, and Scarlet rolled her eyes, but obviously he didn't see that.
"I promise I'll be nice." She replied, causing him to laugh.
Anyhow, Scarlet took a shower and got dressed in something a little more comfortable to go see Nikki. She wanted to show him that she cared and was worried about him. She also hoped that seeing her clean would give him more incentive to get clean himself.
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Scarlet drove straight to Nikki's house, and was glad that she had remembered the pass code to enter the gate. Once she was inside, she gave herself a minute to breath, before she headed inside to find him. Scarlet looked all over the house, and she called his name a few times, but she didn't find him for a good minute.
When she finally found him, he was laid in his underwear in his closet with blood on his arm. She seen the shit laying around him, and she felt extremely angry. Without even thinking, she slammed her boot down on top of the needles, breaking everything around the area. The motion woke Nikki up, and he stared at her with wide eyes.
"What the fuck...?" He questioned, trailing off as he was too high to process completely.
"Are you fucking stupid, Nikki?!" She yelled,"You could've died from this shit! You did die, and I could've — we could've lost you forever!"
"I-I don't--" He stuttered, and she groaned, running her fingers through her hair.
"Nikki, you're out of your goddamn mind," She spat,"This shit is going to end you. You want to be a rockstar, cool, be a rockstar, but don't kill yourself trying to do it. Get some help, because I can't do this. The world needs Nikki Sixx. The world needs you to get yourself clean," She sighed,"God! I can't — please, just don't let the next time I see you, be in a body bag or in a frigging casket."
"I'm sorry." Nikki mumbled, and Scarlet shook her head with a sigh.
"No, you're not," She answered,"If you were, you never would've come back to this. You would've called me so I could help you," She smiled sadly at him,"I was hoping you would get better, Nikki. I was hoping that one day you'd see how bad this shit was before you hit rock bottom, but I was wrong," She looked away for a moment, before she crouched down by him and placed a hand on his bare thigh,"I'm so mad at you, Nikki Sixx. You have no idea how bad I want to kill you right now, but your ass died two days ago. I want you to get better; prove the world wrong; prove that you're better than what they see. I know you are, but you're making me think otherwise. I want to believe in you, but you're making me hate you. I don't want to hate you."
Nikki simply stared down at her hand, and she wasn't sure if any of her words got through to him. She had a feeling he listened, but when he didn't answer her or say anything, she simply sighed and stood back up. He looked up at her when her hand came off of his thigh. She could see emotions in his eyes, but she couldn't decipher them. He looked broken, and she knew that there was a chance he couldn't crawl back up from that. She just hoped that if he needed help, that he'd call her, otherwise the world could lose him. More importantly, she could lose him, and that wasn't something she wanted.
'Nikki,
I hope you try to get clean. After my accident, I knew I had to get clean. You should see your overdose as a reason to get clean. I hope one day you live all your dreams, but if your final dream is to go out like so many others, I won't hold you back, just know that I do hope you get clean, if not for anyone else, than for yourself.
~ Scarlet'
She left the note on his bedside table, but she wasn't sure if he'd ever look at him. For all she knew, he could destroy it like so many other things that were destroyed in his room. After standing in the hallway near his room for another minute or two, the girl forced herself to leave. She couldn't force him to get clean, he had to do it himself.
Instead of going home, she went straight to Vince's. She had to tell him what was going on. He might not have completely cared, but she needed to get it off of her chest, and she knew he'd listen. The moment she came to the door, he opened it with a concerned look on his face.
"How'd it go?" He asked, and she finally crumbled.
"He's still using," She cried,"I found him in his closet. He was only in his underwear, had needles everywhere, passed out with his arm bleeding."
"Fucking dumbass." Vince growled, as he pulled Scarlet into his arms.
He was pissed at Nikki. Scarlet cared so much for the man, only for him to constantly hurt her. He needed to get himself clean, otherwise his death would truly destroy the girl. Even if Vince was still pissed at Nikki, he was willing to go to his house, just to beat some sense into him for Scarlet. He knew he couldn't though, because even if she wanted Nikki to see that he needed help, she wanted him to do it on his own. She was truly hurting herself in the process, but Nikki needed the tough love...
