The Dirt

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Warning ⚠️ slight smut⚠️

Nikki's POV

I opened my mouth and sucked in what felt like the first breath of my entire life. I almost choked on it. I coughed and wondered why I had been given a second chance. I was alive. What could I do to celebrate this precious miracle of a second life? What could I say to show my appreciation? "Fuck you!" I said to the cop.

"Why, you little junkie scumbag motherfucker!" the cop yelled back at me. "Who gave you those drugs!" He ask again. "Fuck you!" I tell him and it pisses him off further. "That's it. If you don't tell us..." but I cut him off. "Am I being held on anything?" But he just tells me no and Luckily, I didn't have any drugs on me when I passed out. Robbin or someone must have flushed everything left in the room."Then fuck off." I passed out again. The next thing I remember, I was standing shirtless in the hospital parking lot. There were two girls sitting on the curb crying, I walked to them and asked, "What's up?" Their faces went white. "You're alive!" one of them stammered.

I look at them confused "What are you talking about? Of course I'm alive." They wiped their eyes and stared at me speechless. They were real fans. "Say, can you guys give me a ride home?"An excited sweat broke out on their faces, and they nervously led me into the passenger seat of their Mazda."

On the ride home, the radio stations were reporting my death. The girls looked at me with big, wet eyes and asked with genuine concern, "You're not going to do drugs anymore, are you, Nikki?"
I had felt so alone and monstrous on tour, as if I had nobody that cared for me except for rose but In that car, I realized that I was one of the luckiest guys in the world. I had millions of people who cared for me and millions of people I cared for and a soon to be wife who cared for me just as I did her.

"No way," I told them from the bottom of my heart. It was so funny to me that everyone thought I was dead that, as soon as I returned home, I walked to my answering machine and changed the message. "Hey, it's Nikki. I'm not home because I'm dead."

Then I went into the bathroom, pulled a lump of heroin out of the medicine cabinet, rolled up my sleeve, tied off, and with one sink of the syringe plunger realized that all the love and concern of those millions of fans still didn't feel as satisfying as one good shot of heroin. I woke up the next afternoon sprawled across the bathroom floor with the needle still dangling out of my arm. The tile floor was covered with blood. My blood and then I passed out again.

Roses POV

As I sit in Nikki's studio that he had built in our basement after crying my eyes out after hearing that the love of my life has just died I feel just numbness nothing but that. "Rose? Hey!" I hear a voice call out to me but it sounds so far away, like I'm underwater as I can feel my heartbreaking over and over again. "Babe, hey snap out of it!" I then feel someone shake me and the get harder and harder.

Nikki's POV

As I force myself up off the bathroom floor I walk towards the door and open it and step into mine and Rose's bedroom and look around for her and I don't see her. But then realization hits me, I died and all I can think about is finding rose, and I feel myself start to panic.

I stumble all through out our house looking for her as I call out her name but I get no response from her, and I head straight for the basement, I walk down the stairs and look around but I still don't see her, so I head towards the last place in the house, my studio.

I then open the door and turn on the lights and she her sitting in the chair her back turned to me as she faces the picture of us smiling at each other. "Rose? Hey!" I call out to her but she doesn't respond I walk to stand in front of her but it's like I'm not there so I get on my knees in front of her. "Babe? Hey snap out of it!" I raise my voice just a little as I started to shake her hard and then harder.