Aquarius Jackson, the name was almost an overnight sensation throughout the internet not only for his tattoo’s but his smoldering bad boy appearance, the man was indeed, beautiful. Getting over a million followers on twitter, Instagram and many other sites. Soon, he was kicking back with other high paid runway models, partying with rock-stars and getting lavished with expensive gifts and cars. It was the high life for Aquarius but something was missing indeed he had all kinds of lover’s men and women, all of them beautiful. Aquarius however still felt empty, lost, and still struggled with the demons that still haunted him. Waking up every~ night to an empty bed in a cold sweat. Indeed, something was bugging the famous model and no amount of alcohol, drugs or one- night stands seem to fill that void. Pretty soon he fell into depression drinking more and more, giving paparazzi a field day with his dangerous antics and binge drinking. Finally, it all caught up to him…<br/><br/><br/>It was a rainy night and once again Aquarius had too much to drink. Walking out of the club Fame in a drunken stupor. The man searched his pockets for the keys to his Black BMW, mumbling something incoherent under his breathe. No one seemed to take notice that Aquarius was about to drive in his state, people staggered in groups passing the barely standing model in their path. Some, greeted him thanking him for the free round of drinks and patting his back or shoulder and moving on. Finally, after several minutes Aquarius found his keys fumbling with them within his hands before dropping them upon the ground, “Fuck” he mumbled, barely being able to bend down to get them. Aquarius stood up and opened the car door with a simple click of a button, crawling inside. For a moment, he laid his head back, taking a deep breathe. Everything spinning around him. All he could think about was getting home and slipping between his warm sheets. Pushing the key into the ignition, the car started with a powerful roar before skidding out of the parking lot…<br/><br/>Aquarius continued to speed down the road passing red lights and stop signs along the way, music blasting through his costume speakers. Nothing was going through his mind only the thought of home and the need to pass out. It was in that moment his cellphone buzzed within his jacket pocket, letting one hand off the steering wheel, he fished for it. Only to let it slip through his hands and upon his lap, “For fuck sakes” he grumbled, scrambling to get it. Pressing it to his ear, the man slurred, “Yeah?”<br/><br/>“Hey, Aqua! It’s Jesse, what are you up too?” Jesse asked. Jesse was one of his one-night stands and a man he didn’t want to see right now. Aquarius sighed, “Heading home, why?”<br/><br/>“Mind turning down the music man, I can’t hear a thing” Jesse spoke. Aquarius again was snot piss drunk and took his eye away from the road to search for the volume button. Suddenly, Aquarius lost control of the steering wheel, flipping the BMW over a slope in a hill. Last thing he seen was his own blood soaking his jeans and shirt…<br/><br/><br/>“Paralyzed” The Doctor grimly reported. Aquarius had been out for a week, if not more. It was a miracle at least in the staff’s eyes, that he was even alive. Aquarius however, repeated the word in his head. Aquarius couldn’t say anything and before long he shook his head, “I have photoshoots to go too, people to greet. I have to get out of here” Aquarius stammered. Gripping the beds bars Aquarius tried to lift himself off the bed only to have a few nurses hold him down, “GET OFF!” Aquarius snapped, flailing to break free from their grasp.” Mr. Jackson! Please, I know this is hard to take but you have severely damaged your spine and you must take it easy” The Doctor warned. Aquarius however, wasn’t hearing it. Everything that’s happen to him and now this? He couldn’t be paralyzed he refused to believe it, “THEN FIX ME!” Aquarius exclaimed. Feeling warm tears slip down his cheeks. Finally, he noticed he couldn’t feel his legs, nothing was working the way it should be. The Doctor gave the man a sorrowful stare, “I’m sorry but there is nothing I can do about it, Mr. Jackson”<br/><br/>“Do you have family?” The Doctor asked, “Anyone that can take care of you?” he added. Aquarius lowered his head, still reeling at the fact he was now paralyzed, “No” Aquarius replied quietly. The Doctor sighed, “We will keep you in here until we find a caregiver for you” The Doctor responded gently. Aquarius bitterly chuckled, “Sure”<br/><br/><br/>The ride home was a long one and nothing seemed the same now, it was a lot darker even when the sun was brightly shining down through the car window. Picking up his phone, he stared down at it. Sliding his hand over his newsfeed and there it was, news spread quick about his car accident and the charges pending for his drunk driving. Even at the out pouring of worried fans and well-wishers Aquarius threw the phone out of the window, pulling down his shades…<br/><br/><br/>For days, he stayed in his room. Staring at the horizon almost lifeless, just like that his fame seemed to fade and the same people he considered friends fading along with it. All that was left was him and the dark place in his mind it grew, almost completely consuming him. Every care giver that passed through his doors was met with either bitterness or complete rage and few lasted more than a few days. Sick of dealing with the inconsolable ex model. Finally, out of desperation his assistant posted the Ad in the newspaper, not mentioning that is was Aquarius that needed care only mentioning that a caregiver was needed.<br/><br/>“Caregiver needed, must bring Resume. Pay will be discussed upon arrival. Must be trained to deal with bouts of depression and anger. Will be staying with the patient, room, food, provided. Call 555-6768 for further details and instructions, thank you.”<br/><br/><script class="js-extraPhrases" type="application/json">
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