The Bassist and The Basket Case//Mötley Crüe •Nikki Sixx•

The first impressions

It was 1980 something or some shit, and Harrllow Braxton, a girl with nothing and nobody except for music, is on her way to meet her new potential roommates that she found in an ad in the newspaper for.

(Harrllows POV)

Hey I guess. My name is Harrllow, you probably already knew that. Call me Har for short. I have been on my own since I was 11. My dad is no where, I've never met him. My mom killed herself when I was 10 and I ran away from all the bullshit.

I'm a quiet person, I don't let people get to me, my best friends are whiskey and cigarettes, I play guitar, bass, and drums. And If you keep annoying me, I will eventually ask you to shut the fuck up, fuck off, and stop talking to me.

I was making my way to the apartment I could potentially be living in. Book bag filled of personal items and clothes, and my suitcase in my other hand. I stopped in front of a rundown apartment building and double checked the address and it was right. " Fucking hell." I thought out loud. I made my way up the stairs and knocked on the door. I was greeted by a lanky dude with long hair.                                                                                  

He spoke first. "You must be here for the roommate application. I'm Tommy."

He seems chill I thought . "Hi I guess, I'm Harrllow." He stepped aside and I walked in. Sitting on the nasty ass couch was 3 other dudes. One of the dudes looked like a vampire, he spoke first." Hi, I'm Mick."

The second one was blonde, and he spoke second. "Whoa, you're a chick, I'm Vince." After he spoke he winked at me, ew gross. The last boy talked." Hey I'm Nikki." I set my stuff down and sat in an empty chair. Vince spoke again," What's a girl like you doing looking for roommates in newspaper ads?" Oh hell. Was I really gunna answer truthfully? I guess.

I always lie but this time is different.. It's my life and lies kept things that needed to be hidden, hidden, most of the time anyway ." Well, my roommates and I decided to get a new place, but what I didn't know is that they didn't want me so, here I am." I'm surprised I hadn't lied straight through my teeth. "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that." Mick gave me a look of sympathy. After a little while of small talk, they said I could live with them and showed me to my room. I shut my door and started unpacking I put my clothes in the closet, put my stuff away and took out a cigarette and lit one. "life is shit." I said to myself.

Half way through the cigarette I decided I needed a shower. I put the cigarette in my mouth, grabbed a towel and went to the bathroom. After my shower, I wrapped myself up with the towel and made my way to my room. I didn't get far though because Vince stopped me.

"What are you doing looking like that?" He smirked. "Fuck off." Is all I said and I went to my room, while hearing Tommy crack a joke about Vince getting rejected. I got dressed and came out of my room.

I was wearing a tank top so you could see the tattoo on my fore-arm that is just , a bleeding rose." The boys kept asking questions about it, but I ignored them, because it's not like could just tell them it signifies my mother's death.

"What's everyone doing for dinner?" Mick asked. I was in my own world trying to figure out why my mom did what she did and why my dad left( something I do quite frequently).

" I was snapped back into reality by Tommy's voice repeatedly saying my name. "Harrllow, you good."

Nope "Huh? What? Yeah I'm fine." I told him. Nikki looked at me with a worried face for some reason and spoke. "Mick asked us what all of us were doing for dinner."

Oh, I don't eat that much. I drink more than I eat. It's snotty my life but at least I'm still alive. " Oh." I said, as I got up from the chair I was sitting in and threw on a pair of ripped skinny jeans, combat boots and a Queen shirt.

I made my way out of my room, lighting a cigarette and grabbing a bottle of jack Daniels off of the counter. I opened it and drank some with a straight face. Every one looking at me .

"I'm off to work." I told them. I didn't really have a job, but they didn't need to know that.

I walked all the way to Hollywood and made my way to the sign. When I got there, I sat down took a swig from the bottle, lit another cigarette and cried my eyes out.

I didn't know how long I was there, but I went to go take another drink from the bottle but it was empty, after I found it was empty, I reached for a cigarette and they were all gone too.

It was still night out. I looked beside me and found a shit ton of cigarette butts, same brand I smoke and some still kinda burning. I was for sure drunk off my ass.

I looked at my watch and it was only 10:00 pm. I got up almost falling over, causing a "fucking hell.", to slip out of my mouth. After that my legs gave out and I fell on a rock and it made my nose bleed, gave me a small cut next to my eyebrow. "Well shit." I laughed. I stood up again and tried making my way home.

I somehow managed to make it to the stairs of the apartment, but when I made it up at least 2 of them, I started coughing up blood bc I smoked a whole pack of cigarettes one right after the other.
       
I made it up the rest of the stairs almost falling straight on my face again. When I opened the door, I dropped the empty bottle on the floor causing everyone to look up and see my blood stained mouth, my cut up eyebrow and my bleeding nose and my running eyeliner and mascara.

"Jesus, Har, what happened?" Tommy asked while making his way to me. "Don't fucking touch me" after I said that, I coughed and more blood came up. Vince was now by Tommy's side. He picked up the empty bottle." Did you drink all of this?" Vince asked.

"Yeah." I coughed again, blood pouring out of my mouth, nose and eyebrow. Vince looked at my other hand and saw the cigarette pack. He took it from me and opened it, all empty. "Did you also smoke a whole pack of cigarettes one right after the other?" He asked. I didn't see why they cared.

"Yeah." I answered. "Whoa, you're totally fucking rad , hot." Vince said in an exited voice. Nikki was standing in front of me now. He looked at my eyes that were obviously not focused on anything right now. "Were you crying?" Nikki asked. " yeah, but who the hell cares." I said. Before I could say anything else, I coughed up more blood and everything went black.