I can feel the cold paint drip onto my face, as Euronymous puts it on me. I close my eyes carefully and try to relax. I've put face paint on before, with my brother. I open my eyes and see Euronymous grab another color, which is black. He starts to place on my eyelids and around them, making a long triangle line down towards my cheekbones. "Pelle, you can look now." Euronymous says with a soft tone. I open my eyes, once more, I look into the mirror. I look so... dead.
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"It's Corpse Paint." Euronymous says, lighting the cigarette in his mouth. I continue to watch him. He inhales the smoke slowly, filling the small room with smoke. He passes it to me, i take a big puff then give it back to him, I can see him trying to hide his sweet smile.
"I know what you can be called now." Euronymous says looking at my face. "Oh yeah? What is it?" I ask, moving some of my hair out of my face. "Dead. It's perfect." He says with his brown eyes.
a couple months pass by
"What the fuck Euronymous?! How many times have a fucking told you, it's not just you in this band. What about Burzum?" I hear a loud voice say from outside, I get up slowly and move the curtain to see from the window. It's Varg and Euronymous, their arguing again.
Sometimes I wonder why I live, I gotten beaten so badly in school that I died for minute, I got one more chance in life. I try to hide my depression and coldness from other people but I'm different when I'm with Euronymous. I hear footsteps coming from the stairs, I quickly put on my jacket since Euronymous hasn't seen my scars.. "Hey dead, you okay?" Euronymous asks, I just nod and give him a soft smile.
Euronymous pov:
Fuck, why does Varg always trying to fucking one up me, in everything I do. Man, sometimes I just wanna kill him. It doesn't even matter, I don't know what's been going on with Pelle lately, he seems so.. sad. I'm glad i found him, he's a good friend and a really good singer. Varg is really nothing compared to Pelle. I need to visit my sister soon she calls me almost everyday, she doesn't understand Black Metal. I also need to pick up some of my stuff since I didn't bring everything with me.
"Euronymous can i ask you something?" Pelle asks walking into the kitchen. "yes? what is it?" I reply with a small smile. "What's your uhm.. real name?" He asks touching the back of his head. I felt a little surprised since nobody really calls me by my real name anymore. "It's uhh Øystein." I say calmly. Pelle didn't say anything he just smiles at me, then goes back to the room upstairs.
Our band is finally getting recognized, I mean it's a good thing. Varg just needs to stay out of my way.
I grab a coke from the fridge and head back upstairs, the door is closed? I put my ear to the door and hear sobbing coming from the room. It's Pelle, he's crying? I open the door carefully and see Pelle cutting his wrists, I drop the coke from my hands quickly and rush to him. "What are you doing?!" I scream, taking the blade away from him. He looks at me with his light blue eyes, i grab his wrists, watching the blood drip onto the bed. I quickly put pressure on his cuts, i hug him slowly, letting him sob into my shoulder. "Why do you do this, Pelle?" I ask him with a lump in my throat, the cuts were so deep I could almost see the bone. He won't talk to me.. "Pelle. You can talk to me. Please." I tell him. He shakes head, wiping the tears from his eyes. It hurts me to see him hurt, I don't want anything bad to happen to him.
