"issues"
⚠: Sid is an addict, cussing, mommy issues, I think that's all (please, if you ever need the help of advice or just to be listened to, contact me, I will never judge! I love you)
'you miss your friend, he changed... from the clean, porcelain skin and silky smooth hair, to a ragged man who looked rotten in every bit of his aspects...'
We are standing in a dark alley, looking at each other, he looked high...and he was. Why were still there? you fucking loved him too much.
you look at the destroyed man in front of you, half-naked covered in blood, with spiky hair that smelled weird, and a bloody face from a fight he caused... he felt happy when he was beaten.
He had severe Mommy issues. He was destroyed, yet still such a pretty human. You fully knew he wasn't a bad man... a bad boy, he was your boy.
you lean on the wall resting your head as you look up at the smoke flowing from his lips towards your face, pushed by the wind. you sigh as you shakily muster your words.
"I'm leaving" silence.
"good joke bubble-gum" he snorted, then stopped and looked at my serious face.
"oh..." he backed away slightly and continued.
"you've got bored of me innit?" he said with a scowl on his face as he spat blood on his right and threw the cigar.
"... I told you before... I wanted us two to live together! go to another country! go study! you promised... yet here we are, you all covered in blood...you've changed...and after all of this!" you gesture with your hands towards him up and down then to the dark alley we were standing in "Unfortunately, I still love you..."
your lips trembled, you did not want to cry...
"you chose those weird guys who just make you get hurt...." I pause "Over me..." you could not hold it anymore it drove you mad crazy, to see that beautiful smart, and kind boy turn this way
"You broke our promise, you started doing drugs, smoked even more than before, started cutting yourself again, you did not come to visit me, did not even let me know you're still alive for three fucking months!" he starred now with sadness and shock as if he got out of a dream and realized.
he stepped closer to you yet the smell of alcohol and more things made you want to gag and you backed away looking at him with pure sadness.
"I know I shouldn't... but I give you one last chance"
you saw his eyes lit up and that made you continue.
"Either you come with me right now, leave them behind" you gesture to the building as in his band "and you come with me. I will help you put yourself back on track... or you stay here like a fucking rat and never contact me... the only person who will ever love you this much, ever again." you finish with a stern face and tone.
you let him think as I saw a stray cat and went to pet it.
"I can't..." he said under his breath
as you sat up you saw him crying, you went up to him and put my hands on his face gently holding him. he shock his head as he looked at you like a lost boy... the lost boy you first met at that kindergarten.
You slightly smile "You can, I am her to help you, I will be by your side all my life, but only if you come with me" He fell to the ground as he started sobbing, and you crouched and let him bury his face in your chest as he cried and you held him, shit, this heroin made him sensitive, more sensitive than he was already.
"m-mom...?" he said as you held him, humming a song from our favourite childhood cartoon.
"no sweetie, It's me y/n" he then hugged you tighter and sobbed harder, dampening your white shirt.
"help me...please...fix me, I'm fucking broken, please" he sobbed, he was back.
you helped him stand, then went through your backpack to take out a jacket, always carried a spare one, taking it out you opened it and helped him slide his hands trough it, then zipped it up making him hiss as the jacket came in contact with his chest full of scars.
you hold your hand for him, you start walking as he keeps holding your hand and continues to softly cry.
"It's fine now, you're safe, everything will be fine," you tell him with a motherly tone as you walk to your apartment.
When you stepped into your apartment, then told him to go shower and use your shower gel. As he was in the shower hopefully washing himself, you made the bed, added more pillows and another blanket.
you were in the kitchen preparing tea, to relax him so he will be able to fall asleep, when you heard him coming out of the shower and calling your name,
"here, in the kitchen!" You say as his footsteps are heard, you hand him a cup of tea as you walk to bed.
"come, we have to sleep. tomorrow we will leave." You tell him as he sits down ad slowly drink his tea as his head is rested on your shoulder.
you've got your boy back...and you're never letting him go and get hurt.
hi!
im sorry for not being active...some things have been going on. I've been inspired by the series "Pistol" to make this small imagine.
as always, if you want to request, you can!
and as I said at the start, need someone to talk to? Im here!
