"What's your advice about life?"
"Live Fast, Die Young." She said low. "Life taught me that in mere seconds we might be not breathing anymore and everything will be gone. So you've got to live your life as much as you can. Do e everything you want t...
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Heather's POV
Duff. Duff is in my mind all the time. He's all what I think about all the time.
And oddly enough, I don't mind. I like the thought of him wandering around my mind.
But I today is different. He isn't what I have in mind and I want him to be.
One year. One year today. I still can't believe she's gone and it's all my fault. I'm the reason she's gone and I'll never forgive myself for that.
“You don't understand, Hetty, do you?” She asks with pleading eyes. Her big brown eyes are shining, but not for a good reason. They are full of tears ready to be set free.
“Rocky, please don't go.”
“You found your family, it's time for I find mine.” She tells me.
“But I need you with me.”
“And I need to find my brother!” Rocky exclaims, her voice loud.
“Then fucking go! Just go! Go look for your brother! Why don't you go already? Go tonight. If you want that much go look for your brother, go now. I don't want you to waste any more second.” I yell. She looks hurt, but I'm hurt too.
That night, she packed her things and went. We were at Sebastian's house, we still didn't have a house.
She had a job at a nice diner, I had already started working at the Whiskey.
I only found out the day after, when Sebastian came home by the morning with two cups of coffee in his hand and a newspaper.
She was in the front page. Stabbed seventeen times. I can't blame anyone but myself. If I hadn't told her to go that night but by the morning, none of that had happened.
Before she left, she promised to call me times to times to update me on her adventure. But she never did. Because she's dead and it's my fault.
I try to contain the tears, looking around my room for some kind of entertainment.
It's my day off today, so I can't shrug it off with work as I always do. I could call someone, but I don't want to be with anyone.
Sebastian is still mad at me when I was supposed to be the one mad at him. Skid Row are probably partying out with Warrant, so Rachel or Jani are off limits today.
I set up from my bed and walk to the living room. Grabbing the phone, I call the only person I know it will make me feel better.
“Hello?” A voice says from the other side of the line, but it's not the one I want to hear.
“Huh- hey. Is Duff home?” I ask. I don't recognize the voice right away, but it probably belongs to one of his band mates.
I only hung out with Guns N Roses once or twice, so I don't know them that well.
