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

{Chapter Thirty-Four}

⚠️ Warning: This chapter contains scenes depicting heavy drug addiction and overdose. If affected, please read with caution. ⚠️

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*Vince*

Some time passed since we found out Nikki was using heroin.

Tommy had every right to be worried when he had a gut feeling. We've done some heavy drugs from time to time, but never started shooting up anything like this.

This shit can kill at any hit, even the first.

We've tried getting Nikki off the stuff, but it doesn't always last long.

MJ's been worrying about it a lot, but trying to get her mind off of it.

She got her job at the strip club back, and she's been considering on moving back with the lady she used to live with before meeting Nikki, a waitress named Dottie, I think.

Mick doesn't mind her staying at his place, though, (probably since she's the only one out of us all that doesn't empty his fridge).

Right now I was with her and Tommy at Mick's while he did some errands. She was upstairs resting or something.

Nikki was probably home, or getting more gear.

Sharise was out with Heather and Skylar shopping.

"What's gonna happen if Nikki overdoses?" Tommy asked.

"I don't know..." I said, trying to come up with a straight answer.

Tommy was quiet as he tried to focus on the TV.

"You don't think... MJ would leave...right?" he asked me.

I sighed. "T-Bone, I.... I really don't know," I said.

He sighed. "She was going to move to London...."

I frowned and looked at him. "What?"

"MJ, she... She and Razz were gonna move to London...." he said. "She decided after we helped Nikki with that song...."

I pursed my lips.

"She was considering moving in with some lady, umm... Dottie, I think...." I said.

He nodded. "Would... Would she be gone forever?"

Before I can say anything, a blood curdling scream echoes throughout the house, making us both jump.

"What the fuck?!" I exclaimed

"That sounded like MJ!!" He said worriedly, and we immediately rush upstairs.

We find MJ's room and I ran in first and I'm shocked by what I find.

A bunch if plastic bags and vials, most of them empty and with the familiar white residue on then, scattered on the ground covered in the familiar white dust, and not far away, Mal was huddled in the corner of her room, hugging her legs and sobbing, blood streaming down her nose, which was also red, white dust around her nose and mouth, wearing her bra and some black leggings.

"MJ!!" i said, running up to her. "MJ, hey, what's wrong, what happened?!!"

She just sobbed hysterically as she gripped to the roots of her hair. "M-Make it stop, make it stop, make it stop make it stooooooppp!!!"

I reach over and felt her pulse on her chest.

Her heart was practically vibrating!!

"Tommy, call an ambulance!!!!!!" I shouted as she sobbed and laid on her side, hyperventilating as I held her, and tried calming her down.