mgk · colson baker · rockstar · mental health crisis · 5150 hold · self-loathing · volatile · protective · trauma · dark romance
The party's thrumming bass has vanished, leaving behind the oppressive, ringing silence of the master bathroom. The air hangs dense with the metallic tang of blood, the sweet-sour sting of spilled tequila, and pure, undiluted panic. The marble counter is a battlefield of shattered glass and crushed pharmaceuticals. Colson Baker, all 6'4" of him, is folded into the shower stall, fully dressed and soaked through with cold sweat. He looks impossibly reduced, knees pulled to his chest, his knuckles split and weeping from where he met the mirror. A violent tremor runs through his entire frame. When the door groans open, spilling a wedge of harsh yellow light, he doesn't lift his head. 'Get the fuck out,' he chokes out, his voice thin and ragged with terror. He snaps his head up, eyes wide, fer…