Sex, Drugs & Rock ‘N’ Roll

His life had been reduced to nothing but that. He knew it, she knew it, everybody else knew it, but said nothing about it. Sex, drugs and rock ‘n’ roll. When he was younger, when Hanson were still in their prime, he remembered quoting the line ‘sex, drugs and rock ‘n’ roll’, saying that Hanson would never deteriorate into something so low, so demeaning...so not them. But they had, at least he had; and he had contradicted himself.

They had blamed the downfall on her, and her alone. They had said that she was the devil incarnate. His mother was terrified of her, his father gave her menacing scowls, yet his brothers and sisters were able to tolerate her. Zac had grown a close attachment to her, Jessica looked up to her, and he loved her. It wasn’t her fault that he had started on the drugs, that he had turned out like this. As a matter of fact, she had been innocent up until he had met her at a concert when they both only fifteen. He had introduced her to the wonderful nirvana of cocaine, heroine, ecstasy and what have you. He only had himself to blame for the outcome.

As the new millenium had come over them, Hanson had slowly faded, and each took the opportunity to follow their own careers. Isaac had become a successful songwriter, Zac a music teacher at one of the most prestigious music schools around, and he...he was a rock star. Tabloids and other such magazines graced their covers with his face. He didn’t have any number one hits, top ten at the most. But he loved playing music, and the lyrics she wrote for him. The dark lyrics that Triune and Mercury would never let them publish in a million years.

Taylor looked at the slumbering body on the couch. It was her. It was Aurora. The one he loved. The only one he loved. Now, all he had was her body. Her mind was gone, she had died. Overdosed on the drugs. He had yet to call 911, and contemplated whether he should, or shouldn’t.

His life had been somewhat predictable, according to the press. Hanson had split, the most popular one chose a career in the spotlight, started on drugs, eloped with his girlfriend in Vegas, gave her a step up in the modeling field, and boom! She had died because of the drugs he had supplied her. It was all his fault.

Taylor sat down on the floor below the couch, and outstretched his arm to get a hold of Aurora’s. He squeezed it slightly and let it drop down beside her lifeless body. He then picked up the clear straw that had been left carelessly on the silver tray filled with white powder. Taking a deep breath, he sniffed as much of the toxin as he could before he felt his own blood trickling down his lip from his nostrils. His heart raced and his head pounded like it had never done before. His breathing was beginning to come out in short, choppy gasps. Had he finally done it? Had he finally brought himself to destruction like Aurora had done only hours before? His eyes rolled back in their sockets, answering his question. Taylor’s body fell to the carpeted ground with a sickening thud, his world becoming nothing but an eternal sleep.