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...
"Layne, sweetie," Nancy murmured, nudging him on his shoulder. He was curled up in his bed, the comforter draped over his head. When she nudged him again, he finally tugged the blanket off his face.
His dull eyes scanned the worry sketched across his mother's face, making him feel even more pathetic. A sigh escaped him as he closed his eyes again.
"What do you want?" he squeaked.
"I brought you lunch," she said. Her brows furrowed as she watched him grimace. He rolled over onto his other side, hinting at her that he wasn't interested at all. Eyes scanned him in worry.
He had lost weight. Too much weight. Bones pleaded from his sheet-white skin. His eyes were sunk deep into his skull, his face so thin now to the point where his eyes looked almost drawn on, like a cartoon, they were so big.
It had been close to two weeks. His physical withdrawal was subsiding, but his depression seemed to have grown even darker. He never left the spare bedroom unless he needed to use the restroom or take a shower. Aside from that, he slept the hours away. Either that or cried.
"Layne, you haven't ate in two days," she continued, her voice now trembling. Nancy watched him as he rolled back over, his eyes planted on the plate of food on his night stand. He sighed again, pulling the covers off of him.
A skeletal, shaky hand reached out & grabbed the glass of water. He gulped it down hungrily, his weak dim eyes closing in what looked like pleasure. Those once blue, now gray eyes dropped down to the plate that consisted of a sandwich & potato chips. A wince immediately stretched along his emaciated face, his eyes meeting his mother's.
"Please eat, honey, you're worrying me," Nancy begged. She bit back tears. "You need your strength to get through this..."
"I don't deserve to get through this," he spat mockingly back at her. Immediately, he felt bad, watching Nancy's face twist in despair. "I'm sorry, mom, I didn't mean that..."
