Post by Charlie Pace on Apr 10, 2008 12:01:07 GMT -5
He had tried to stop.
A half a day without Heroin and already Charlie's hands were shaking. He could hardly play his bass during the set, but the crowd didn't seem to mind much. As Charlie weaved through the crowd to get back to his room, Charlie blinked giving nervous smiles before he entered the room, shutting the door behind him.
He entered just in time to hear Liam's violent sniffing, and watch his head shoot up, eyes closed in pleasure.
He wanted to tell his big brother that no, he didn't want any. He didn't need it because he was stronger than that and he could get by without it. But as he saw the line on the table by the mirror, he rushed over to it, hands shaking as he picked up the straw. "Give us a hit, Liam." he said, his voice rough and needing. His fingers shook so much that he couldn't even hold onto the straw. "Fuck. SHIT." his other hand shot out, shoving the empty beer bottles to the floor in anger. He bent down, pressing one nostril down and sucked, feeling the drugs speed up through his nose and into his blood stream.
He groaned loudly, clenching his eyes shut as he leaned back against the mirror. "Fuuuuuuck." he groaned lowly, slamming his hand against the mirror. He could feel the drugs take effect, spreading to every inch of him. The drugs were better than anything, better than alcohol and better than sex.
"Oh, christ." he sighed out, feeling his entire body go limp as he slipped down to the floor.
The drug only took minutes to take effect, and he sighed out, his head lulling to the side for a moment before he looked at Liam through the drug filled haze. "Good show, big brother."
Charlie frowned as he heard his cellphone ring, and he debated on whether he wanted to answer it or not. Slowly he reached over, grabbing it and flipping it open. "'ullo? Oh heeey, Dad." he said with a grin, until he frowned deeply. "Wait, what?" Charlie sat up straighter. His hand started to shake. "N-No...You're..." Charlie nodded furiously through his drug-filled haze. "N-No, we'll...we'll be there. We'll be there right...right now..." Charlie dropped the phone, not even bothering to hang it up as he looked at Liam, tears burning at the back of his eyes.
"I need another hit." Charlie said, his voice emotionless as he moved, almost stumbling as he went to the coffee table, pulling out a white packet to mix with the heroin on the table. His hands were shaking violently as he sniffed in, bringing a hand up to press hard against his eyes to stop the tears so they didn't drip into the drugs. Charlie's voice was so loud that he was sure the girls in the next room could hear him.
"HELP ME, YOU BASTARD!"
His scream was loud, and Charlie's shaky hands moved, grabbing the credit card as he chopped it through the powder. He tried to stop the sobs, but his face twisted up, and he leaned against the coffee table, wracking sobs overtaking him. He managed to find his voice through his sobs. "Oh god," he sobbed, his shoulders shaking violently. He wrapped his arms around his stomach as his head pressed down onto the coffee table.
"Liam," he repeated his brother's name, unable to voice anything else. "Oh God, Li, she's--she's dead. She's dead, god, she's gone a-and we were supposed to go see her this weekend but we're at this FUCKING SHOW!"
A half a day without Heroin and already Charlie's hands were shaking. He could hardly play his bass during the set, but the crowd didn't seem to mind much. As Charlie weaved through the crowd to get back to his room, Charlie blinked giving nervous smiles before he entered the room, shutting the door behind him.
He entered just in time to hear Liam's violent sniffing, and watch his head shoot up, eyes closed in pleasure.
He wanted to tell his big brother that no, he didn't want any. He didn't need it because he was stronger than that and he could get by without it. But as he saw the line on the table by the mirror, he rushed over to it, hands shaking as he picked up the straw. "Give us a hit, Liam." he said, his voice rough and needing. His fingers shook so much that he couldn't even hold onto the straw. "Fuck. SHIT." his other hand shot out, shoving the empty beer bottles to the floor in anger. He bent down, pressing one nostril down and sucked, feeling the drugs speed up through his nose and into his blood stream.
He groaned loudly, clenching his eyes shut as he leaned back against the mirror. "Fuuuuuuck." he groaned lowly, slamming his hand against the mirror. He could feel the drugs take effect, spreading to every inch of him. The drugs were better than anything, better than alcohol and better than sex.
"Oh, christ." he sighed out, feeling his entire body go limp as he slipped down to the floor.
The drug only took minutes to take effect, and he sighed out, his head lulling to the side for a moment before he looked at Liam through the drug filled haze. "Good show, big brother."
Charlie frowned as he heard his cellphone ring, and he debated on whether he wanted to answer it or not. Slowly he reached over, grabbing it and flipping it open. "'ullo? Oh heeey, Dad." he said with a grin, until he frowned deeply. "Wait, what?" Charlie sat up straighter. His hand started to shake. "N-No...You're..." Charlie nodded furiously through his drug-filled haze. "N-No, we'll...we'll be there. We'll be there right...right now..." Charlie dropped the phone, not even bothering to hang it up as he looked at Liam, tears burning at the back of his eyes.
"I need another hit." Charlie said, his voice emotionless as he moved, almost stumbling as he went to the coffee table, pulling out a white packet to mix with the heroin on the table. His hands were shaking violently as he sniffed in, bringing a hand up to press hard against his eyes to stop the tears so they didn't drip into the drugs. Charlie's voice was so loud that he was sure the girls in the next room could hear him.
"HELP ME, YOU BASTARD!"
His scream was loud, and Charlie's shaky hands moved, grabbing the credit card as he chopped it through the powder. He tried to stop the sobs, but his face twisted up, and he leaned against the coffee table, wracking sobs overtaking him. He managed to find his voice through his sobs. "Oh god," he sobbed, his shoulders shaking violently. He wrapped his arms around his stomach as his head pressed down onto the coffee table.
"Liam," he repeated his brother's name, unable to voice anything else. "Oh God, Li, she's--she's dead. She's dead, god, she's gone a-and we were supposed to go see her this weekend but we're at this FUCKING SHOW!"
