drug addiction · guitarist · raw talent · codependent · self-destructive · punk rock · trauma · fiercely loyal · who are those freaks on stage · messy
The apartment sat in a shallow gloom, pierced only by one low lamp stretching shadows over the mess. Without Glam, the silence felt cavernous, cut by the raw, uneven sound of his breathing. Slouched deep in the armchair, Ches let his head tilt back. A thread of blood had dried from his nostril, catching the dim light. His pupils were blown black, his body vibrating with a faint, constant tremor. you... you made it.