*I think y'all know the drill... from this point onwards, there will probably always be at least one sensitive subject 😅
ALSO for all my chapters I've added little movie scores to kinda set the tone... totally optional to listen to :) lemme know if there's a song that works better!! :)
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November 3, 1993: Perth, Australia
Layne unscrews the cap on another mini bottle of liquor. He quickly downs its contents, burning his throat in the process. He's too drunk to care, though.
Jerry's been drinking a lot, too. Every bottle they finish gets added to a little pile on the floor.
They both sit on Jerry's bed, silently getting more and more drunk.
"I'don'know why Demri had-has to be such a bitsch," Layne slurs to Jerry.
Jerry blinks lazily. "Yeah, Demiri is such a bitsch."
"No, but I love 'er, though," Layne retorts, taking another swig. "I'm the... the word. Bitsch."
Jerry's brow furrows defensively. "No, no, no, no, no! No, it's her. Definitively. Y-you're just cute, you can't be a bitsch."
Layne laughs, rolling around on the edge of the bed. "You're not s'posed to say things like that to me."
"Why not?" Jerry yawns. "I'm jus' bein' a nice friend."
"Shut- you shut your face... up. No more mouth words, you whore," Layne pouts, yawning and slumping onto the floor.
"The fuck you say to me, Blanche?" Jerry groans angrily. "If anybody's a whore here, it's you."
Once he hears Layne snoring, Jerry wobbles out of bed and turns out the light. He drapes the blanket he'd brought with him over Layne, and then stumbles back into bed. He lies back and closes his eyes, passing out.
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Jerry wakes up to one of the most disgusting sounds in the world: retching.
Y'know, throwing up. Something that usually happens after a long night of drinking.
He hears the water run for a few minutes, and then what sounds like someone brushing their teeth.
The bathroom door opens, and light pours out.
"Ugh..." Jerry winces, holding a hand out to block his bright new view.
Layne walks slowly out of the bathroom, turning off the light. "'Ugh' is an understatement."
Jerry sighs in relief when all is dark again. "That was you in there?"
There's the sound of glass clinking when Layne trips over their pile of liquor bottles.
"Yeah. Who else would it have been?" Layne asks, flopping back down onto the floor.
Jerry shrugs, closing his eyes again.
The room is silent for a while.
"Hey, Jer?"
Jerry responds without opening his eyes. "Yeah?"
"Why do you think Demri... did what she did?"
Jerry frowns into nothing, lacing his hands over his chest. "I don't know. Did she tell you why?"
"Yes."
"Then... why?"
Layne takes a deep breath. "She said... she said that she was losing her identity to me."
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Fanfiction**Discontinued :( The year is 1993. Heroin addict Layne Staley of Seattle rock band Alice In Chains has just had the fear of God put into him following a bandmate's overdose. When faced with a simple decision, the butterfly effect comes into play...
