NOTE: This story will contain "adult" themes...mild sexual content -if it becomes more "mature" while still staying within the guidlines- I'll let you know, mature language/content and drug usage.
The story will be told from Jude's point of view -later some of it will be in Tommy's-, In the event that the change occurs, it will be properly indicated at that time. There will be character's from Instant Star used in the story as well as character's I have completely made up. I will let the story unfold itself and the character's will be introduced as it does. Flashbacks will be noted in italics.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Instant Star characters, and any "borrowed" material used within the story will be credited when and where it is due.
Prologue
I can remember all the times I had come home from the studio, it had become a solo effort on my part without him to finish my music, and I would always find him sitting in our living room with a small group of people, sitting in a surrounding circle around our wooden coffee table; all of their usual material scattered about. I had begun to become accustomed to it since it had become a daily routine. Inside, I had started to wonder about how strong of a hold the drugs had on him—how his love for them, seemed to outweigh his love for me. He wasn't the Tom Quincy I remember him being anymore, he was now someone I no longer recognized.
But this time…this was different than the other times. That night as I walked tiredly down the hall to our apartment, I stopped for a moment, not hearing the usual ruckus shocked me. I reached out to turn the knob, finding it unlocked like usual wasn't surprising, but what was surprising was that his "friends" weren't there this time, and Tommy hadn't been in sight. Normally I would have been relieved, but I had the strangest feeling crawling through my veins, felt this sickness rising within the pit of my stomach.
Our apartment was dark; however, I hadn't bothered to flick the light on as I made my way inside. I hadn't even bothered to shut the door behind me as I entered. I moved further into the apartment, guided by the minimal amount of lighting that peeked through our blinds from the city lights outside.
"Tom," I called out cautiously, as I made my way further inside hesitantly. I wanted to assume, even hoped, that maybe…just maybe, he had stepped out with his buddies for a drink or a quick fix elsewhere. I begged and pleaded with God quietly within my head for him to be okay, for this not to be the day I had been dreading…the day I had hoped I could have put off. But it was that day, and my worst fears were a reality.
I stopped in my tracks suddenly, I couldn't move a muscle, I didn't want to. I hadn't even realized I wasn't breathing until I finally took those few dreadful steps towards the open bathroom door. There he was, my Tommy. My everything was lying still on the cold tiles of the bathroom floor. It wasn't until that moment that I released a breath, or rather a loud gasp, followed by my gut wrenching scream as I rushed inside and dropped down beside Tommy, my bag falling with me; it's contents scattering all about. I scrambled for my phone on the bathroom tiles through my sobs, my shaking hands making it nearly impossible for me to grasp it. I flipped it open and through the blur of my tears I dialed 9. 1. 1.
That was the moment entire world, came crashing down on me.