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

The Grave

When I woke up I for sure knew I was 100 percent still shit faced. I looked at my watch and it was only 11:23 pm. I sat up and came face to to face with Nikki.

We were on the floor and my head was on a pillow. Why the fuck was so he so caring? Because in reality he only cared about music, women, drugs and booze. I got up struggling, but once I got up and started walking, I stumbled  into the kitchen, opened the fridge and took out another bottle of jack, I opened it and started to drink it.

I wasn't but half through the bottle when a hand snatched the bottle from me and drank the remaining half.

I couldn't speak straight with out either slurring my words or coughing up blood, or both. " Whywhouldyoudothat? ", I slurred. After I said that, I coughed up some more blood. More than before.

The hand that took the liquid therapy away from me was Nikki. "Becuase." He said, sounding shit faced. I flipped him off, went to the couch and fell asleep.

When I woke up, it was 1:00 pm. I had a killer headache, my throat hurt, my nose hurt, and my eye hurt. "What the actual fuck." I said in a raspy voice. I got up only to fall. " Dammit."

After I said that, all the boys were in the room looking at me. "What?" I asked. Mick spoke first, "Do remember anything that happened yesterday?" All I remembered was moving in, going to the Hollywood sign and waking up on the couch.

"Nope, and I'm fine with that." They were suprised with my answer. I got up again and went to the bathroom, breezing past the boys.

When I looked in the mirror, I had dried tears and mascara run down my face, dried blood on the cut on my eyebrow, and dried blood from my nose. I started coughing and blood came up.

"Nothing new" I said to myself. Little did the boys know, this isn't the first time this has happened and I know it wouldn't be the last. I took a shower, went to my room, closed the door and sat on my bed. I got dressed in black knee cut shorts, and a white t-shirt. I stayed in my room all day. Maybe I should I get a job, but doing what?

It was around 4:00 pm and I decided I had to do something. I just didn't know what. I got up off my bed accidentally knocking over the picture frame that holds a picture of my mom that is on my nightstand, it fell to the ground, breaking the glass and causing the picture to rip.

I let out a loud cry. "DAMMIT, I ALWAYS *sobs* FUCK SHIT UP." While I did that, I took a pillow off my bed and threw it at my wall, I sat on my floor. A few seconds after that my door bursts open and Nikki rushes to my side asking if I'm okay.

I stared at the broken picture, that represents my life. "What the hell happened. Are you okay?!" Nikki asked.

"No, please get out." Is what I answered with. Nikki looked at the picture frame in front of us. "Whose that?" He asked, pointing to the ripped picture. " I thought I told you to fucking leave, and if you really must know, that's my mom." Tears started forming in my eyes.

"I brought my knees up to my chest and rested my chin on them. Surprisingly Nikki wrapped his arm around me and started stroking my hair. "What's she like?" He asked.

I didn't know why he cared. How do I tell him she's not alive anymore? " Truthfully, I don't remember." I wiped my tears, took Nikki's arm off me, and picked up the picture frame, took the picture out, set it on my bed and I threw the broken frame and glass in the trash, but while taking a a small piece of the glass and hiding it so Nikki couldn't see. Even though I doubt he'd care if he did see it.

" I'll be back." I said as I slipped on some converse, and walked out my room with Nikki close behind me he grabbed my arm. "What." I said, turning around."Where are you going?." He asked. "Somewhere that's none of your fucking business ." I snapped. "Whatever." He snapped back. Before he could make his way out the door with me and argue, I slammed the door behind me.