100 story challenge (Tom Hiddleston imagines) *edited*

Needle (Adam)

⚠Warning: drug abuse, suicide and ODing. sorry but this one's gonna be a little bit disturbing for some of you so read at your own risk.⚠

Drugs to you was like blood to Adam, you depended on them to keep you going unless you would have nothing. Except Adam. But one day you will die, or he will use that wooden bullet and where would you be then? You were the only zombie he conversed with, other than the people he employed to get him things like instruments and that bullet.

You usually shot up when Adam was sleeping, so he didn't have to see. But for you, that diminished all the fun. neither of you liked the day time, Adam's reason more obvious than yours. You liked the night because it was the time when the monsters came out to play, and the real fun began.

There were times when he caught you, just before, and sometimes just after the needle went in. He would shout at you, asking you why you are so stupid sometimes?! Do you have ANY idea of what you are doing to yourself, to US?! He would call you selfish if he could, however, he wasn't that stupid to see that you couldn't stop yourself. He understood that desperate need to escape. He felt it himself. Why do you think he asked his 'assistant' to get him a wooden bullet?

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One night while you were still up, you felt the need to use again. You pulled the little, leather, brown pencil case out of the bedside table draw you lay beside. You positioned yourself better so that you could ride your high in comfort. Adam was lying beside you sprawled over his side and his legs over yours. He stirred a little as you moved but made no effort to get up, so you continued.

You stuck the needle in your arm and slowly pushed the liquid in your arm, instant ecstasy flowing through you. You took the needle out and closed your eyes just before Adam woke up.

Adam's POV

I lifted myself off the bed to see that y/n had gone to slee- no, no, NO!!!

"Y/n, y/n you've shot up AGAIN! What have I told you?! You stupid girl!" I yelled as I grabbed her body shaking her so she would look at me. She didn't make a sound. She didn't roll over and push me away like she normally did. She didn't breathe like she normally did.

"y/n!" I shook her over and over again, "Y/N FOR FUCK'S SAKE WAKE UP!!!!! PLEASE!!!!"

I couldn't bear to think that my girl was gone. I wanted to change her so badly, but she persisted that she didn't want this life. And neither do I.

"y/n please listen to me. don't leave me. I am nothing without you. Please- don't." I cried as I squeezed her tightly. I can't be without her please someone hear my cries, bring her back to me!

----time skip----

I stared at her rotting corpse laying in the freshly dug grave as I wept. I never left m- OUR house after that. I always kept my gun in my jacket just leaving it there, waiting to be used. It didn't have to wait much longer. I was so close to giving up. There was nothing left of me here. She wasn't here, the only thing that I had of hers was the necklace that I now wore around my neck. I had burnt all of her belongings to night after she died. I wanted to destroy everything she had, I felt as if she would then have her stuff on the other side with her.

The only thing of hers that was missing was her necklace... and me.

I sat down facing away from the body towards the house, pointing the loaded gun at my chest. I had spun the cylinder a couple times. Why not play Russian roulette with my life? It's what she did...

I pulled the trigger... nothing.

Again... nothing.

Again... nothing.

Aga-

Blackness, nothing but blackness. I felt a thud but didn't stop falling. I saw everything. Her, my music, my life, blood, everything. This is what happened to her.

"Oh my sweet y/n, please come back to me..." I heard my voice say as I continued falling. Not that night...

I slowly came to a stop and I felt my feet touch an invisible floor.

"Adam?"

That's her...

"y/n where are you? I can't see you. I miss you; I need you."

"Follow my voice baby..."

I did as she said, and I started to see a house... my house... our house. She was there sat on the steps. I ran to her and lifted her into a tight embrace.

"Even when I'm dead I can't get into your home, I waited for days. I thought you would've been quicker." she smiled as I kissed her beautifully soft lips.

"I'm here now..."

A/N: well that was intense. At least I thought it was. I'm so sorry if this was disturbing for you to read, but I am proud that you read it if you did find it hard. thank you for reading. ❤