Demri Parrott passed away in October of 1996, one of the worst things to ever happen to Layne Staley.
They seemed happy in most of the photos taken of them back when they were together.
But why DID Layne break it off with her when they were engaged...
Nancy & Jim went through all of Layne's belongings. It didn't take them very long to find the black pouch he had hidden in the closet. It hurt his heart to watch them take it away.
They wouldn't tell him what they were going to do with the dilaudid and it bothered him like crazy. He just wanted to know if they were going to throw it away or not. He spent good money on that stuff. Someone had to actually steal the vile from a hospital.
They had him relax on his bed. Nancy forced him to eat, considering he probably wouldn't be able to keep much food down in the week that followed. She could tell her son was upset & regretting coming there. But she was more than pleased to see that he didn't demand to be driven back to his apartment this time around. He seemed to want to stop & that made her proud as ever.
"What if I get a really high fever, I could die," Layne muttered after finishing his glass of water. He eyed his mom, fear pinching his face. "I mean, I dunno if I'm going to be able to handle this..."
"Well, how long has this relapse been going on?" Jim asked. He bit his lip when he caught an angry look from Nancy. She always hated it when he asked probing questions regarding Layne.
Layne sighed & rubbed his temples. "About 4 months I think...maybe 5, I'm not sure... My memory kinda sucks."
Nancy shot Layne a worried look. "Why don't you tell me these things?!"
Layne raised a brow at her. "Don't want to worry you." He sighed again & leaned back on his bed. "Actually haven't done smack since..." He paused, his voice now cracked. Those dull, sickly eyes filled up with tears.
