I'm Gonna Crawl

[avlagsen_stjarna]

Nexus 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.

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[lynoprorer]

Ansgar was drunk out of his mind when Torden shooed him out of the bar to go back to the tour bus to sleep it off. He wasn't as drunk as usual since the Dane was grouchy tonight over something, worry probably. Sometimes Ansgar felt bad about worrying Torden so much but he couldn't control it. He had given up trying years ago.

For once, LA was cool in the evening after a couple days of rain so going outside felt nicer than usual. Ansgar was coming around the side of the building and saw someone prone not far from the bus. Silly drunks falling everywhere, though usually the Dane was one of them.

As he got closer he heard the sound of retching and worried because he had almost died that way one evening. Too drunk and stuck on his back. He hurried over and noticed it was Hjalmar, of course it was.

"Come on." He was kneeling down and tryign to make sure the Swede was in a position where nothing would go amiss even if Ansgar was struggling with his own drunk limbs.