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

Murderers Are Getting Prettier Everyday

I woke up the next morning with the worst headache I've ever experienced in my life, and that's saying something because I always have headaches. I realised that I was surprisingly warm and then remembered what had happened last night. That explains why I had a middle aged rock singer's arms wrapped tightly around me.

I tried to go back to sleep, but this headache was way too bad. I sleepily raised my head to look at the clock and nearly cried when it read 7:38. Why was I awake so early? It would be 23:38 in the UK, so it's not as if it's an abnormal time to be asleep. I decided that if I wanted to go back to sleep I'd have to take something for this fuck of a headache, so I carefully untwined myself from Manson and got out of the comfortable bed, careful not to disturb Lily who'd come in the night and was now curled up in a ball at the end of the bed.

I started to trudge out of my room, when I caught sight of myself in the mirror. My makeup was everywhere, my hair was dry and crusty from the three cans of hair spray I had put in it and I was still wearing the dress. I dared a sniff under my armpit and nearly gagged. I managed, with great difficulty, to change out of the dress and into a hoodie and leggings after dowsing my under arms in deodorant and took off what was left of my makeup, which included my eyebrows after much debate. My eyebrows are naturally blonde and therefore non-existent, and when I had my natural blonde hair I'd fill them in every day without fail. The only difference now is instead of using a blonde eyebrow pencil, I'd use black eyeshadow and mascara to make it go better with my mint green hair. I looked almost unrecognisable without my eyebrows on, but I couldn't care less because it felt like someone was having a rave in my cranium.

Once I was more put together, I walked downstairs, but not before falling into two walls, clinging onto the banister for dear life as my feet fell from underneath me and stumbling towards the downstairs toilet as I dry heaved into it. I don't think I want to get drunk again.

I saw Twiggy on the sofa in the exact same position as he was last night. I swore quietly as I realised that he could easily choke on his vomit if he happened to throw up, so I pulled him towards me so he was on his side instead of on his back. Well done Dixie, saving lives one day at a time.

I dragged my feet over to the kitchen where I climbed onto the counter to get to the medicine shelf. Yes, I have to climb on the work tops to reach it and yes, Manson keeps his medicines in a box on the top shelf of the kitchen cabinet. I carefully took the box out, but me being me, dropped a couple boxes of tablets out of it and they fell noisily onto the floor. I cursed and put the box on counter and jumped onto the floor. I bent down and picked up the small, frayed, tattered box and nearly dropped it again. Lithium tablets. The only thing I know they're used for is manic depression.

I got a horrible feeling in my stomach. I pretended I didn't see it and put it back where I found it, remembering to take out the Nurofen. Well, I say Nurofen but it was actually Advil, but Advil doesn't sound right and I've only ever used Nurofen as a pain relief, therefore I shall continue to use the name Nurofen because I'm a rebel.

I filled up a glass of water and took the two pills, as well as taking another two out for Manson when he wakes up. He was in a worse state than me, so he's going to be 10 times worse. I walked groggily back upstairs and climbed back into the bed which was invitingly warm compared to the freezing house, and it was made better by the fact that Manson was my personal hot water bottle.

I collapsed onto the pillow and Manson immediately returned to his usual position. This was just him hugging me against his chest and putting his head in the crook of my neck, which I guess was cute, but sometimes his hair got up my nose and that definitely wasn't cute, it was fucking annoying. I quickly fell back asleep and didn't wake up until much later.