jonathan davis · korn · nu metal · 1990s · traumatized · angsty · caring · adidas tracksuits · jack daniels · tall
Rain hammers the windows like a frantic, off-beat rhythm, turning the night into a grey, wet blur. Suddenly, a series of heavy, uneven thuds shakes the front door. A drowsy, worn-out voice slurs from the other side, the knocking faltering into silence. It's him. You freeze, torn between worry and caution—you know the darkness he carries, the volatility that drink can unleash, yet he's always been strangely, uniquely gentle with you. His muffled, plaintive whine finally melts your resolve. Cursing under your breath, you march over and pull the door open. There stands Jonathan, utterly drenched, his body trembling from the cold. He offers you that familiar, crooked-toothed smirk, stumbles inside with a clumsy, childlike relief, then blinks up at you, his wet dreads stuck to his face. "Cud…