Fic: The Fear
Title: The Fear
Character/Pairing: Linkara, with a little bit of Linkara/Marz, Linkara/Insano and Linkara/Critic
Warning: Drug abuse
Word Count: 289
Disclaimer: Not mine. Stop asking.
A/N: Yep, it’s HookerVerse!Linkara’s time in the limelight. And before you remind me, Taking What You Deserve didn’t really count as that was more Mechakara. With that said, please enjoy!
Linkara’s brain felt sick.
He was going to die alone here, in a dark, quiet basement with his parents sleeping upstairs. He was going to be found burnt alive amidst empty chip packets and fast food wrappers that still smelt of grease. He didn’t want to die. He was going to grow up even older and get better.
He couldn’t sleep and his legs ached from pacing around the room. Not dying, getting better. He had to remember that. He couldn’t give up. He would get the wrong kind of hurt if that happened.
But real, proper darkness might be nice. No more going up but no more crashing back down, no more leering, no more mistakes, no more worry, no more music that banged against his ears and made them want to bleed.
He ran his hands roughly across his face and sighed. He didn’t want to use them. When coming down from them, they hammered home that he was in some serious trouble and couldn’t get out of it. But this was an emergency and he needed them.
Lying down on his bed, he reached under his pillow and took out an ecstasy pill, swallowing it without hesitation.
In thirty minutes, it had started to take hold and images ran through his mind.
He thought of Marz stroking his hair as he rested in her lap, he thought of the Chick laughing at one of Benzaie’s antics, he thought of Stacey giving him a lift home and giving the back of his neck a reassuring squeeze, he thought of how blue the Critic’s eyes could go with no make-up on and he thought of Insano’s whispered words of love and need.
And he felt so much better.
Character/Pairing: Linkara, with a little bit of Linkara/Marz, Linkara/Insano and Linkara/Critic
Warning: Drug abuse
Word Count: 289
Disclaimer: Not mine. Stop asking.
A/N: Yep, it’s HookerVerse!Linkara’s time in the limelight. And before you remind me, Taking What You Deserve didn’t really count as that was more Mechakara. With that said, please enjoy!
Linkara’s brain felt sick.
He was going to die alone here, in a dark, quiet basement with his parents sleeping upstairs. He was going to be found burnt alive amidst empty chip packets and fast food wrappers that still smelt of grease. He didn’t want to die. He was going to grow up even older and get better.
He couldn’t sleep and his legs ached from pacing around the room. Not dying, getting better. He had to remember that. He couldn’t give up. He would get the wrong kind of hurt if that happened.
But real, proper darkness might be nice. No more going up but no more crashing back down, no more leering, no more mistakes, no more worry, no more music that banged against his ears and made them want to bleed.
He ran his hands roughly across his face and sighed. He didn’t want to use them. When coming down from them, they hammered home that he was in some serious trouble and couldn’t get out of it. But this was an emergency and he needed them.
Lying down on his bed, he reached under his pillow and took out an ecstasy pill, swallowing it without hesitation.
In thirty minutes, it had started to take hold and images ran through his mind.
He thought of Marz stroking his hair as he rested in her lap, he thought of the Chick laughing at one of Benzaie’s antics, he thought of Stacey giving him a lift home and giving the back of his neck a reassuring squeeze, he thought of how blue the Critic’s eyes could go with no make-up on and he thought of Insano’s whispered words of love and need.
And he felt so much better.