Wha-if rockstars went to boarding school

Chapter 17: time to buy some heroinnnnnnnnnn

A/N: the title of this chapter sounds so excited and I don't know why. I. AM. EXHAUSTED.

Nikki Sixx

I barely made it to lunch. I managed to chill out with a couple more Oxy, but I think it's time I meet up with the dealer.

I grab my phone from my back pocket. I open Instagram and quickly message Jason, telling him to meet me outside of the Wharton bar.

'Sounds good' he replies within minutes.

I don't even really know what this fucker looks like, so I hope I don't get murdered. I grab my backpack and hurry off campus, following the other students.

I make my way past the various restaurants and bars, taking in all the sights as my paranoia starts to take over.

Head up

Don't look suspicious

Watch for guns

Anyone here can have a gun

Anyone here could want to kill you

For a quick buck or two they'll hang you.

And the world will just keep moving on.

All around the sun.

Without you.

You don't want that now do you?

WATCH THE ROAD AND SIDEWALK YOU FUCKING IDIOT!

THIS IS AN IDIOTIC DECISION.

Oh but it will help won't it?

EYES. ON. THE. CROWD

your rapist could be here.

Just some drugs will make ya forget won't it Sixx?

Y'know that little voice in my head? Yep well I'm ready to rip it out through my ears and shoot it 17 times.

I finally make it to Whartons, going around back to where he said he would meet me, my thoughts racing faster than my heart.

My hands feel clammy in the shadowy atmosphere. All my senses are heightened and it feels like someone is behind me. A shiver shoots through me involuntarily. I try and convince my brain not to throw me into a flash back.

But I can't stop seeing his cold steel eyes, face twisted in pure hatred. He almost wasn't human, in a way, more like a monster that a child thinks is under their bed.

But this isn't fiction. He was human. And he left his mark, burned into my soul forever. Scarring me like a brand. I won't be the same, but maybe this will bring some relief to my soul.

Thats what my brain tells me at least. The few times I've tried heroin, it gave me such an intense high. I passed out afterwards, but god, that feeling.

The longer I wait, the more I crave it. The drugs. I need them. Heroin in my mind, starts to seem more appealing.

But the longer That this takes, the more pain I'm in. It's agony to have your ribs broken, lemme tell ya. The pain sucks by itself, but breathing, oh breathing is like gargling marbles and having to shit a boulder.
It's awful.

I hear footsteps, and nearly jump out of my skin. A lanky guy who just looks like a meth addict is walking up to me. He's wearing a dark hoodie that covers his eyes.

I feel a small bit of panic rising inside me, chest tightening. He stops short of me and then looks around. "You're Sixx?" He asks.

Oh thank fucking god it is just Jason.

My head still feels a little cloudy, so I just nod.

"How much heroin can I get for 50$? You offer a regular discount?" I laugh, trying to ease some tension.