Kurt Cobain Images!
Warning this will contain;
Smut *I will let you know if it's in a chapter
Alcohol
Drugs
Heavy 'adult language'
Anything confronting will have a warning at the beginning
This is about Kurt cobain but various of different ages...
Before anything I need to say this wasn't entirely my idea this was inspired by one of VoodooByetes stories but it has got my own stuff just based of there thing
And I'm no way shape or form am I trying to romanticise injuries
Tw: blood, hospital, BTW THE TITLE MIGHT BE MISLEADING NO CHILDREN WHERE HURT DONT WORRY!
Also like such a pretty photo
Sorry for all the rambling and shit let's go onto the story sorry
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Year: 1996 Kurts age: 29 Your age: 27
Kurts POV:
"Dad do it again do it again!" Little Nattily laughed clapping her hands
"Jesus Christ" I laughed to myself then picking up the box cutter and sliding it slowly across my had as I retraced it so it looked like I where magic or some shit
Nattily had a smile on her face and then it dropped
I furrowed my eyebrows at her then the pain in my hand hit
I looked down at my now bleeding hand
"Fuck!" I yelled walking to the sink running it underneath water
"That made it ten times worse?!" I yelled at myself
"Daddy are you okay" Natt asked walking up to me grabbing my pant leg
"Yeah baby I'm alright go outside and hang out with Francis" I said straining my voice looking at her with a fake smile
She nodded and ran out the back door into the garden
I leant my head back not knowing what to do with this immense pain
"Fuck me fuck me fuck me" I mumbled running to the bathroom
I opened the bottom cabinet with my foot and I leant down grabbing the first AID kit with my other hand that wasn't gushing blood all down my arm
I opened it up with stuff falling over the counter
"Shit!" I yelled
I didn't know what to do
I ran back into the kitchen and picked up the phone punching in 911
Just as I was about to continue the call the front door opened
"My loves I'm home" The voice of a practical angel came through the house
