THE TIME MACHINE // KURT COBAIN

"Help."

It was 1993.
I woke up. I'm in pain and confused. An empty bottle of Vodka is the first thing i see. I look at my arms. There's a needle next to me and a bag of heroin. Fuck. The poor girl who's meant to stay sober for her family.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! I'm a fucking mess!
Why am i doing this to myself?!

I go downstairs and i drink some water. God my head. I grab my pack of cigarettes. Oh great! I smoked them all last night.
There was another pack of cigarettes on the table. It's Kurt's. I grab one cigarette from his. We smoke the same cigarettes. We all do. It's like a bond. I know it sounds fucking stupid but it is. For me it is.

"Morning!" Said Courtney. "Did you sleep well?"
"Yeah..." I say.
"Wow you look bad. Sorry if i say that." She says, while she indicates my red eyes.
"What's on your arms?!" She continues.
"I fucked up." I say, breaking down in tears.
"Come here." She says, giving me a hug.
I love her, she's like a sister for me. She's my sister.
"I know it's hard..." She says.
"Me and Kurt fucked up as well, months ago..." She continues.
"Morning." Says Kurt, coming into the room with Frances behind him.
Aw. They're holding hands.
"Damn Kurt! You look grumpy!" I say.
Well, it's not a surprise. He's bipolar.
"Can you give me a hug?" He asked.
I was, somehow, surprised.

"Dude. Of course! Come here!" I say.
We hugged. There was something weird in that hug. There's something wrong with Kurt. I can feel it.
Kurt and i met when we were 15 years old, we are literally siblings.
We always help each other, and i knew that he needed help right now.

I need to help him. I have to help him.