Marilyn Fucking Manson

My Personal Jesus

TW: Almost Self Harm... :/

Y/N's POV:
I sat on the park bench with a razor in my hand.
I got kicked out of the apartment me and now Ex-boyfriend shared.
Why should I get kicked out when I was the one who caught HIM cheating?!
Tears were at the verge of falling from my eyes.

I had my small suitcase of my stuff. I had my own apartment I could go back to.
I had one earbud listening to "Running to the Edge of the World" By Marilyn Manson.
His music cheers me up but this one song just reminds me of my broken heart.
I held the razor in my hand over my wrist and inhaled the sunny, windy air. One tear falls from my eye.

Out of the corner I see a tall shadow but I ignore it.
I put the razor on my wrist until I hear a smooth voice come from next to me.
"I wouldn't recommend that."
I turn to my right and my jaw drops.
He tilts his head. "You don't have to say anything, I can hear the music. I suppose you are a fan?"
"Y-yes.." I reply
"I will need your name if you want an autograph later." He tried to lighten the mood a bit but given the circumstances it wasn't effective.
"I'm Y/N."
Marilyn looks at my hand and proceeds to hold out his own. "Well then Y/N, Hand me the razor."
He says it gently but firmly.
I sigh and give it to him.

I watch as he stands up and throws it into the muddy ground from last nights rain.

Another tear falls from my face and Marilyn sits next to me. I look down to embarrassed that the one person who I idolize somehow found me and caught me in the worst state possible.
I feel fingers under my chin. My head lifts up and I see Marilyn kneeled in front of me with a sad smile on his face.

"How about we go on a walk and talk?"
I nod and stand up. We start walking when he asks "So Y/N, what happened that I could have lost one of my devoted fans?" I let out a breathy laugh. I could tell he was trying to cheer me up.
"My cheating ex kicked me out of our apartment...."

"Well, I get that but I feel like, and no offense, but if that happened to another girl...she's probably at home right now crying her eyes out and eating all the junk food she could find."

"Yeah well I'm different, and it hurt more because he was with my sister. She did this in the past and it took me a long time to forgive her."
I sigh.

"Ha!"

I look over at Marilyn. "What's so funny?"

"Well obviously she can't be trusted." I nodded in agreement "Want a tip?"
"Sure"
"Put hair remover in her shampoo."
"That's kind of cruel Marilyn, don't you think?" Though I had a smirk on my face.
He stopped walking
"It's kind of cruel your sister thinks it's ok to steal people from you."
"Well not a lot of people care about me."
"I do. I care about all my fans. But most importantly I care about a smart woman like you who seems to have a sister who deserves nothing more than a good makeover with permanent marker." A smile appeared on both of our faces at that.

I felt more tears dropping and I tried to turn away but Marilyn turned me back to him and wiped them away with his fingers.

We looked at each other for a few seconds before I spoke.

"Marilyn?"
"Yes Y/N?"
"Can I..." I stopped.
He looked at me with confusion on his face.
"Can you what?"
"Can I hug you?"

He gave me a sad smile and nodded.
I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around him.
I felt his arm around my back and the other holding the back of my head.
I felt him kiss the tip of my head and say "It will be alright."

Finally we let go and he said "So do you have a place to stay?"
"Yeah...It's not far from her. Maybe a block."
"I'll walk you."
"Alright." I wasn't in the mood to refuse or argue with anyone and especially not Marilyn Manson.

We started talking about music. As we were talking it gave me time to look at him better.

His black long hair was messily hanging down on his back. He was wearing a grey shirt with a skull on the from and shorts with striped tights underneath. He was wearing normal sneakers and had black eyeliner and one white eye contact in.

We finally arrived and I said thank you.
As I was about to enter when he speaks. "Am I allowed in?"
I turn around to see if he was joking but no sign of laughter was on his face. "Sure" I replied

He walked in and looked around. I saw him find my notepad and pencils on the coffee table. He sat on my couch and started writing something on the notepad.

"New lyrics?" I joked
He turned to me and smiled.
"My number, if you feel down, please reach out to me."
I go over to where he is and put the number in my phone.
I sent a message to him that said Hi. "Now you have mine so you can text first as well."
He stood up. " I should get going I guess."
I got up to but just as I was about to walk him to the front door he leaned in and kissed me. His one hand on my waist and the other one my cheek.
My idol. Kissing. Me.
Who would've thought!

I put my arms around his neck and brought him closer.
It was gentle, his tongue and my tongue dancing around together.
We finally pulled apart for air. Our faces just centimeters away from each other.
"I have a feeling we will be very good friends Y/N."
"Me too Marilyn." I could feel my face heating up.
He gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and left with a small wave.
As soon as the door closed I plopped on my couch with a smile on my face and a red tint to my cheeks. "I guess I had a good day after all." I said to myself.

I turned on Marilyn Manson's cover of Tainted Love and thought about what just happened.

Yeah, my first small story. Hope you enjoyed it. I tried.