I'm Gonna Crawl
Aug. 18th, 2022 09:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
avlagsen_stjarnaNexus Prompt; 5. "I thought I was fine, but it turns out I've been aggressively lying to myself in trying to outrun my problems."
cw: alcohol abuse
Hjalmar rolled over and felt a hard object press into his back while on the floor. An empty glass bottle. Another one. How much had he drank? It had just been the one Jack Daniels bottle hadn't it? Joe had given him one back at the hotel bar. Where was he now? Why was the floor so hard and cold. Everywhere was cold. Was he outside?
Fuck.
The Swede was too paralytic to even get his legs to move where he wanted them to. His body was in a state of drowning. Powerless to move because of how much alcohol was now suffocating his body. He was completely wasted. Why? Why did he do this to himself? He had a problem, didn't he? But then all rock stars were like this and all drank. Joe, Aarne---they all got trashed but did they have a problem too? Hjalmar couldn't even think because he was so drunk.
He tried to get up and grab the nearest object, which was a cold metal railing. The floor was hard like concrete. He was outside and was this the car lot where the bus was parked? Fuck. Pulling himself up was useless as his legs wouldn't move and the world was now spinning. Giving up the Swede now rolled over onto his stomach, floundering on the ground like a beached whale. A very sick whale who was now heaving up the contents of his stomach onto the hard ground in front of him.
"Ngh---fuck---"
Not good. Shit. Maybe he'd drank more than he should. Of course he fucking had. Both his brothers told him he was a wasted drunk and should focus more on his music and star gazing then staring down into the pits of a booze bottle. Booze was like candy to the Swede and his main drug to let go of the pressures of being a rock star. Everyone did it.
"Torden---"
The world was consuming him as he felt worse than ever. Shit. A binge? A bad one. Throwing up once more Hjalmar knew this was bad.
cw: alcohol abuse
Hjalmar rolled over and felt a hard object press into his back while on the floor. An empty glass bottle. Another one. How much had he drank? It had just been the one Jack Daniels bottle hadn't it? Joe had given him one back at the hotel bar. Where was he now? Why was the floor so hard and cold. Everywhere was cold. Was he outside?
Fuck.
The Swede was too paralytic to even get his legs to move where he wanted them to. His body was in a state of drowning. Powerless to move because of how much alcohol was now suffocating his body. He was completely wasted. Why? Why did he do this to himself? He had a problem, didn't he? But then all rock stars were like this and all drank. Joe, Aarne---they all got trashed but did they have a problem too? Hjalmar couldn't even think because he was so drunk.
He tried to get up and grab the nearest object, which was a cold metal railing. The floor was hard like concrete. He was outside and was this the car lot where the bus was parked? Fuck. Pulling himself up was useless as his legs wouldn't move and the world was now spinning. Giving up the Swede now rolled over onto his stomach, floundering on the ground like a beached whale. A very sick whale who was now heaving up the contents of his stomach onto the hard ground in front of him.
"Ngh---fuck---"
Not good. Shit. Maybe he'd drank more than he should. Of course he fucking had. Both his brothers told him he was a wasted drunk and should focus more on his music and star gazing then staring down into the pits of a booze bottle. Booze was like candy to the Swede and his main drug to let go of the pressures of being a rock star. Everyone did it.
"Torden---"
The world was consuming him as he felt worse than ever. Shit. A binge? A bad one. Throwing up once more Hjalmar knew this was bad.
