You're All I Need《Nikki Sixx || Mötley Crüe || The Dirt》

{Chapter Fourty-Sixx}

⚠️Warning: Scenes depicting drug use (heroin), overdose, and death are ahead. If affected, please read with caution.⚠️

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《December 1987》

*Nikki*

Tour soon ended and we all went home.

I can't exactly remember how long ago... Its all been a haze... 

I eventually found myself at another party at some hotel, where I practically emptied my wallet for a bunch of heroin for the night. I honestly don't even remember getting here...

I sighed as I sipped my drink while I sat by a corner, leaning against the wall, seeing everyone already passed out, drinking, smoking, snorting, and/or shooting up.

I think it ended.... Why am I still here...?

I was pulled from my thoughts when I saw someone sat next to me and recognized it as my new dealer, Eric, sitting next to me.

"Did I miss the party?" he smirked at me.

I softly smiled at him as he started to rummage through his little black bag.

"You look like a man in need of some sweet... sweet Persian," he said, holding up a small packet of smack.

"How is that Persian?" I slurred. "Is there even still a Persia?"

He thought about it as he got my fix ready. "... There has to be... Its where all the cats come from."

"Oh yeah..." I nodded blankly. ".... What cats?"

He looked at me in confusion. "Persian... The cross-eyed ones, like in Lady and the Tramp. Remember those evil fuckers."

I was confused before I realized what he meant as he mixed teh liquid in the spoon and scoffed.

"They're Siamese cats, you... You don't fuckin' know shit about Walt Disney," I said, taking a sip of booze from my glass.

"I know he's a perv, man," he said as he lit his lighter under the spoon. "He used to like to lay beneath glass tables... and have hookers take a shit right on the glass."

"What are you talking about? That never happened," I said as I stared at the boiling brown substance in the spoon before he put it down and grabbed the syringe, removing the cap.

"How do you know?" he scoffed as he filled the needle.

"Because I'm a fucking perv, and I've never even thought about anything as fucked up as that..." I said, staring into space.

"You want some or not?" he asked after some silence, pulling me from my thoughts.

"Yeah, but you... You do it," I said, clearing my throat as he grabbed the elastic band.

"God damn," the guy scoffed as he then went to putting one end of the band in my hand, closing my fist. "Squeezing."

I winced a bit as I felt a bit of pain in my arm while he tied the band around my upper arm and I squeeze it, helping him tighten it.

He then got the needle and aimed it to my popped out vein, and letting it flow in.

I sighed as I felt the hot liquid course through my veins, and released the band once the needle was empty and pulled out of my arm, the high immediately hitting me.

"Bibbidy Bobbety, boo...." He said, but it sounded like he spoke through a filther as everything blurred a bit.

All of a sudden, everything began spinning. I felt my heart race, my ears beginning to ring loudly.