Chapter 10 - by Sugar Faerie
Seal
How many of us have bit
the dust? I never thought about it, until now. How many Bohemians
died before their time.
I remember when Paul found Cobain lying in the junkyard, bloody and dead as a doorknob. We never did find out who killed her.
Then there's the overdoses, three in total, all young Bohemians who didn't know the stuff they played with had a dangerous side, until it was too late. Oh, and there's a suicide too, a hanging. Slash found the body.
I remember the accident that killed Acca Dacca, too. Madonna's screams still fill my mind whenever I think of it.
The latest one? Oh... Brit. Another killing.
Two murders, three overdoses, one suicide, one accident and a couple of near misses, with a few miscarriges on the side.
Doing great, aren't we? Regular little heroes. Seven deaths and counting.
Wonder how many we'll loose now? There's garanteed to be a few.
Because if we all get out of here alive, it'll be a miracle. And miracles don't happen in real life. This isn't a fairytale, with a happy ending.
Who'll go, I wonder?
The police seem to have taken an interest in me, for some reason. Oh, right. Boss's girlfriend. Torture me to get Big Macca to talk, though what he'd tell them is beyond me.
They put him in solitary from the start, him, Oz and a few others, each in a seperate cell with walls that are metal, not glass. People they think might know something.
Will they survive? Not with their brains intact, they wont. I realise that now. Because they'll tell them nothing, they're too proud for that, even when there's no hope.
They've got all of us. There's nothing to loose, now. Nothing to loose but each other.