Long Hard Road Out Of Hell (Marilyn Manson) ON HOLD

Fundamentally Loathsome

I had fallen asleep seconds after Manson left my room last night because crying always tires me out, and even though I had had over my recomended hours of sleep for a person my age, I was still really tired when he was quietly trying to wake me up the next morning at 11:30.

"Dixie..." He whispered, barely audiable. I pretended to still be asleep because I was in a really comfortbale postion right now.

"Dixie?" He said my name more as a question now, but I still stayed motionless.

I heard him sigh and walk out, shutting the door quietly behind him. I didn't think that was actually going to work. Sinse Manson had woken me up I couldn't go back to sleep so I started checking Tumblr and Twitter and all that good stuff when he ran back in the room shouting about how he knew I wasn't alseep, causing me to nearly fall off my bed.

"You know it's rude to ignore people," Manson said, standing with him arms crossed and his eyebrow raised yet still not looking threatning at all.

"You know it's rude to give people an aneurysm?" I shot back louder and less rhetorical. Even though I would probably laugh at this later in the day, at this moment in time I was extremely groggy and mad at Manson for waking me up and not in the mood for joking around.

"Sorry for waking you up but I have my reasons," he said. "I've invited a friend round and they should be here in an hour. See what a good person I am, leaving you time to get ready?" He said sassily as he walked out. "Oh and don't eat anything, we're going to the movie theater so you can eat comfort food." He added.

Aw.

I showered and put my Spotify on shuffle before I got changed. The first song that came on was Fundamentally Loathsome and I listened to that while I put on some new clothes I bought yesterday, a floral Paramore top, some dark grey plaid leggins and floral high heeled boots with black laces. I put in a spikey ear cuff and some tattoo style rose earrings and some gold knuckle rings. I attempted Pixiwoo's hooded eyed eyeliner turotial and never in my life had my eyeliner looked so good before. Thanks Sam and Nick.

Because I was so proud of my eyeliner I took a picture and put it on Instagram with the caption "eyes on fleek" and it got over 100 likes within minutes of uploading it. I was used to this because I had over 5 thousand Instagram followers. Thank my hair and alternative clothing for that. What I didn't expect, however, was seeing that I had just under 3 thousand likes in the short amount of time it took me to check all my other social media accounts. What the fuck. I read some of the comments.

Oh my God that's Manson's new kid

You like Paramore? You keep getting cooler omg

The only reason she's doing this is to get more publicity as Mansons Daughter

Beautiful

I want to be your friend so badly you seem awesome!

This gorgeous criminal just came into my house and started eating my food.What do I do? Send help.

I snorted at the last comment. "Marilyn get off my Instagram!" I shouted down to him.

"If it wasn't for me posting your Instagram you wouldn't even get 10 likes!" Rude, not to mention untrue. Wait, posted my Instagram? I checked his Twitter and found to my dissmay that he had posted links to all my social media accounts. Why hadn't I gotten any notifications? I chekced my phone and realised I hadn't even set up notifications yet. I turned them on and waited for the expolotion.

Every ringtone for all the apps started pouring from my phone.

"Oh my God!" I shouted as I tried to check them all. I gave up and threw my phone on the bed, and ran downstairs to have a go at Manson. He was sat on the sofa watching some redneck reality show and looked as though he was actually enjoying it.