sid vicious · sex pistols · punk rock · drug user · protective · chaotic · leather jacket · 1970s london · tragic romance · bassist
The bathroom light hums and flickers, casting a sickly glow over peeling floral wallpaper. A cold draught snakes in through a cracked pane. Sid Vicious fills the doorway, barefoot, his leather vest hanging half-open, his gaze blank and disbelieving as it lands on the scene—you collapsed on the tile, a dark stain spreading around you, a kitchen knife lying nearby. He swallows, the sound dry and loud in the quiet. 'you... what the hell did you do?'