Lust 'N Roses

Sample: Prologue

On the day that the last Guns 'N Roses member died- this time, it had been Duff McKagan, our bassist. Just a few months after Slash's death, his death brought about speculations amongst news reports and fans alike. Everyone was left in complete and utter shock. Millions were entranced and speechless; but more than anything, people were left with questions. Questions about the band, about our lives, about what caused everything to come to such a quick end. Duff McKagan's death had been suicide. A suicide that seemingly sprang out of the unexpected after the end of Guns 'N Roses final tour: a tumultous tour, nevertheless. 

By the end of the tour, Duff's family felt that they could not sit and watch Duff destroy himself any longer. Everyday, his family worried that would be the day they would wake up to news that Duff had died of a drug overdose while touring. Therefore, his family did the only thing that they could do; they had called an intervention. It seemed to be the only way to stop him from his own self destructive habits that were beginning to cut the fine line between death and life. The very day that the tour ended, Duff was picked up from the airport by his brother who took him back to their childhood home. The entire family had gathered in a room, anxiously waiting Duff's arrival. His aunt, Betty, had tried to lighten the mood by decorating the place with streamers and balloons, almost like a celebration. However, everyone knew it was nothing memorialize. The youngest of the family, the baby that they all used to see stumbling around the house with his stuffed teddy bear, was slowly killing himself. Duff had changed; the little boy they were thinking about had grown up. That little baby was gone, all the innocence had been stripped away and replaced with an egotistic disregard for the world around him. The world was seemingly hidden behind Duff's sunglasses that he never took off and glossed over with fame and self-indulgence. All that Duff's family could think to themselves was: "Where did we go wrong?"

No matter the decorations, when Duff found out that the family gathering had been an intervention, he became frigthened and had quickly bolted for the door, only to be stopped by his older brother. Duff's older brother blocked the doorway so that Duff couldn't escape and it was in that moment Duff swung his fist and punched his brother. Duff's brother fell to the ground and was in disbelief. His own brother who he had grown up with, shared his favourite records with, gave dating advice to, and whom he had loved, had just punched him. After that, Duff quickly opened the door and ran out of the house. He ran for many miles and eventually, Duff had ended up in his apartment closet alone since girlfriend was away on a beach trip with her friends. He had a gun at hand. His finger trembled on the trigger while death whispered in his ear, "Do it. do it." And somehow the idea of death seemed so calming, so peaceful. Death appealed to every part of him that it sent a wave of peace down his body. He could feel it so immensely that it took over his body and the feeling engulfed him. Death slowly took him piece by piece until death came over him and it grew bigger than he was. It was then that he had ended up pulling the trigger; Duff had killed himself.

When the news got out, people of course were devastated by what had happened. People, all around the world, cried tears. Tears that which I suspect if were all gathered collectively could create a pool so large that it would overflow and would cause a flood and would've flooded the world as we knew it. Such a notion, I found quite appealing because perhaps, the tears would cleanse the world of all its sorrows and convince people that there had been enough pain and suffering in this world that there needn't be anymore. Soon, people started gathering around. Torn out pictures of him from music magazines, personal pictures fans took with him when meeting for the first or tenth time, and pictures from newspaper headlines were pinned up all around his hometown as memorials. They left flowers of all arrays with lit coloured candles with the images of Mother Mary in the memory of Duff. Hit by another death, fans were distraught and looking for answers, all the while news reporters, media, and magazines became puzzled. Duff's death was a lot more than just a few news reports and dedicated fans' tears. He was the final puzzle piece; but the first to be noticed. Then, quickly one by one, the process of picking up the others pieces took place. And it was then we began realising that: it had all happened right in front of our eyes, everyone's eyes. Yet we were all too unaware, too oblivious to see before. His death had brought about the unexplored prospect of the situation being something much far greater than just a couple of rock star tragedies. Suddenly, theories and conspiracies began to surface as people tried to solve our deaths, our lives, and what had could have possible brought us to . Even then, I tried to put the pieces back together; I still can't.

---

Hi! You may or not remember I wrote a fanfic called "Lust and Roses" a few years ago and never finished it. I kept the outline for it and recently opened it and decided to try on polishing it, maybe finishing it. I wanted to test it out and see if anyone likes the introduction so far and if anyone would be interested in seeing more of it. So, let me know in the comments it would be much appreciated, thank you so much! xx