part 2: painkillers: a cure for the side effects of emptiness &loneliness
TITLE : painkillers: a cure for the side effects of emptiness &loneliness
(part 2 to vodka &sleeping pills: a cure for heartache)
part 1 located here: http://community.livejournal.com/__vam/1267783.html?#cutid1
AUTHOR : 003lastwords
PAIRING : vam <3
POV : third person
DISCLAIMER : i own everything. including you. kidding. if i did own ville or bam.. let's just i wouldn't be here ;]
NOTES : so i just realised i failed to mention the fact that in this story, ville is in finland living with jonna &bam is in pennsylvannia living in castle bam. my bad. i also realised this story may end up being 3-4 parts. comments are still love! many thanks for all of you who commented on part one :]
Bam’s eyes peeled open to the feeling of 50 daggers driven into his stomach and head.
He stumbled into the darkness of the bathroom and fished the cabinets and drawers for
painkillers. He thought he heard someone stirring downstairs. Usually this was typical in
the Margera household no matter the hour. But on this night, he was the only person in
the house. It must just be the throbbing in my head, he thought. Blackness flooded
indoors and out indicating the world was still in the early hours of a new day. His fingers
finally wrapped themselves around a bottle of painkillers. He poured several into his
hand and dry swallowed them. Footsteps. Unmistakable footsteps. Bam held his breath
and fell back against the wall as he watched a tall, dark figure ascend the stairs to
approach him.
“Bam?” A deep voice laden with a heavy Finnish accent cooed.
The breath rushed out of Bam’s lungs and his tired body fell into Ville’s open arms.
“Willa, you scared the shit out of me! Normally people don’t just walk into your house at
random hours of the morning.”
“You were the one who gave me a key.” Bam rolled his eyes and sighed.
“For a moment I feared you wouldn’t be here which would have made this trip
meaningless.. I came here to talk to you Bam. We need to talk. Can we go into the living
room or something?”
“Yeah, sure.” Bam’s gaze was toward the floor and he nervously ruffled the hair closest
to the back of his neck. Ville led the way down the stairs and turned on a light on his way
to the couch.
(part 2 to vodka &sleeping pills: a cure for heartache)
part 1 located here: http://community.livejournal.com/__vam/1267783.html?#cutid1
AUTHOR : 003lastwords
PAIRING : vam <3
POV : third person
DISCLAIMER : i own everything. including you. kidding. if i did own ville or bam.. let's just i wouldn't be here ;]
NOTES : so i just realised i failed to mention the fact that in this story, ville is in finland living with jonna &bam is in pennsylvannia living in castle bam. my bad. i also realised this story may end up being 3-4 parts. comments are still love! many thanks for all of you who commented on part one :]
Bam’s eyes peeled open to the feeling of 50 daggers driven into his stomach and head.
He stumbled into the darkness of the bathroom and fished the cabinets and drawers for
painkillers. He thought he heard someone stirring downstairs. Usually this was typical in
the Margera household no matter the hour. But on this night, he was the only person in
the house. It must just be the throbbing in my head, he thought. Blackness flooded
indoors and out indicating the world was still in the early hours of a new day. His fingers
finally wrapped themselves around a bottle of painkillers. He poured several into his
hand and dry swallowed them. Footsteps. Unmistakable footsteps. Bam held his breath
and fell back against the wall as he watched a tall, dark figure ascend the stairs to
approach him.
“Bam?” A deep voice laden with a heavy Finnish accent cooed.
The breath rushed out of Bam’s lungs and his tired body fell into Ville’s open arms.
“Willa, you scared the shit out of me! Normally people don’t just walk into your house at
random hours of the morning.”
“You were the one who gave me a key.” Bam rolled his eyes and sighed.
“For a moment I feared you wouldn’t be here which would have made this trip
meaningless.. I came here to talk to you Bam. We need to talk. Can we go into the living
room or something?”
“Yeah, sure.” Bam’s gaze was toward the floor and he nervously ruffled the hair closest
to the back of his neck. Ville led the way down the stairs and turned on a light on his way
to the couch.