Valium

Bleeding Angel

Red, green, yellow and black could be seen everywhere in the room. Valerie knew without a doubt that it was a hopeless cause. She didn't waste any time in picking up her brushes and throwing them right on top of the canvas. Her life was a fucking mess. But then again, when had it not been? Even in my head, I sound like a depressed kid.

She made her way towards the bathroom to retrieve the tiny bottle that made her forget everything.

The white and orange bottle labeled as "Diazepam" was sitting on her bathroom counter. She quickly picked it up and unscrewed the cap only to pop a couple of pills. This will do, for now atleast. Lying back in her bed, she stared at the ceiling for ten good minutes. It was a beautiful day outside because she could hear the birds chirping and the cool breeze coming from her window made the hair on her skin stand. The sun was finally out after hiding for a week and for that, she was grateful. She could also hear her neighbors, laughing loudly in their backyard.

Mrs. Hudson's infectious laughter could never be mistaken for someone else's.

Mrs. Hudson. Hmm. She has such pretty hair. Like mom..

Her eyes snapped open suddenly. The effects of Valium were not as swift today, she wondered why her body wasn't feeling as relaxed yet.

Val with a huge Valium addiction. She nearly chucked at that. How very apt. She got up then to take off her sweat pants and tank top. Stripping down to her undies was the best feeling in the world.

Who the heck invented bras? Hmph. She nearly tripped over her clothes but regained her balance instantly – only to slip again and that too, on top of her canvas with the paint still wet.

"FUCK!" She groaned since she couldn't move. She felt as if she was on the verge of passing out. Sleep, sweet bliss.

She glanced above and she could feel her forehead being drenched with paint. Red. Oh, no.

With incoherent thoughts passing through her relaxed mind and body, Val finally passed out.

*

"Ma, I fuckin' missed you so much!" Slash hugged his mother tightly and swung her around in the air.

She squealed and laughed along with her son. He had moved to America two years ago to be in a huge 'rock band' and she worried about him every single day. He was her everything – her baby boy. Raising him without a husband had been tough but she was up for the challenge.

Martha Hudson was an iron lady with a free spirit. Her son had inherited all of her personality traits and she couldn't be happier.

"Saul, language! Sweetheart, your sister just returned from school." Just as Martha told him this, they heard a loud scream from the other room, which was accompanied by a happily screaming Lena.

Lena was Saul's baby sister. She was every bit as annoying as any girl her age. Sweet sixteen.

"Lena, baby bear, you've grown! I remember you still being fat and munching on your sugar worms day and night. Awh shit, I'm gonna cry now."

Slash couldn't believe his eyes. His sister had clearly grown up in his absence since she was not the awkward kid he once remembered her as. He loved the change and couldn't wait to spend more time with his family. Afterall, the second tour in England had been his idea. They were not going to be performing live for a while and this only gave him more time with his family. He was more happy than ever.

"Martha, it's so good to see you again, sweetheart." Axl came forward along with Duff, Steven and Izzy.

They had all met Martha before when she visited them in America. That too, for their first ever show at The Ritz. On that unforgettable night at The Ritz, Guns N' Roses became the next big thing in L.A. Everyone in town was already aware of their amazing talent but it was at The Ritz where the locals discovered a gem of a band. They had the talent, looks and they could rock a fucking room like nobody else. Martha had been so proud after the show and the guys took an immediate liking to her. She was like the mother everyone always wanted to have.