Bandom One-shots book 3

The End? (Terrorcest)

The needle slipped from my hand, clattering to the floor. The rush hit me like a freight train, sending my body into freefall. Everything was spinning—lights, shadows, memories—merging into one chaotic, suffocating blur.

I felt weightless, like I was floating, but there was nothing peaceful about it. My chest tightened, my breathing slowed, and a cold numbness crept through my veins.

This is it, I thought. The end.

I don't know how long I was out, but when I came to, my head was pounding, and the room smelled of vomit and sweat. Voices filtered in and out of my consciousness—paramedics, maybe, or the landlord finally fed up with my shit.

But one voice broke through the haze, frantic and desperate.

"Where is he? Is he alive? Let me see him!"

Tommy.

I tried to open my eyes, but they felt glued shut. My body refused to move, heavy and unresponsive.

"Sir, you can't go in there!"

"The hell I can't!" Tommy's voice was hoarse, full of panic. I could picture him shoving past whoever was trying to hold him back, his lanky frame moving with the force of a hurricane.

Seconds later, I felt his hands on my shoulders, shaking me gently.

"Nikki!" His voice cracked, and I forced my eyes open, the dim light of the apartment stabbing into my retinas.

"Tommy..." My voice was barely a whisper, my throat raw.

"Oh, thank God." His face swam into focus, his wide brown eyes glassy with unshed tears. "You scared the shit out of me, man!"

I tried to smirk, but it came out as more of a grimace. "Didn't mean to ruin your night."

"Shut up." He pulled me into a careful hug, his long arms wrapping around me like a lifeline. "You're a fucking idiot, you know that? You could've died!"

"Would've been better," I muttered, the words slipping out before I could stop them.

He pulled back, his hands gripping my face, forcing me to look at him. "Don't you ever say that, Nikki. Ever." His voice was fierce, but his eyes betrayed him, shimmering with tears. "You think this world's better off without you? You think I'm better off without you?"

I couldn't hold his gaze. The weight of his words pressed down on me, heavier than the drugs coursing through my system.

"Why'd you come?" I croaked, my voice breaking.

He laughed bitterly, shaking his head. "Because I fucking love you, you idiot. And I'm not letting you go without a fight."

The words hit me like a punch to the gut. Tommy had always been the one constant in my life—the one person who cared enough to stick around, no matter how many times I pushed him away.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

His expression softened, and he pulled me into another hug, his chin resting on my shoulder. "It's okay," he murmured. "We'll get through this, Nikki. I'm not going anywhere."

~The End?~

~Happy Birthday Nikki Sixx!~