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

Irresponsible Hate Anthem

Marilyn's POV

I was more than happy to get out of that office.

I was fuming the entire cab journey back and had to make sure I wasn't still angry when I went in the house because I knew I would shout at Dixie for the smallest of things and that won't end well at all.
When I opened the door it was just as I left it, however Jeordie wasn't there but I could hear Dixie upstairs so it didn't really matter, though it would've been better if he had asked me before leaving her alone.

Oh, Jesus Christ shut up, she was literally left for an hour, what could possibly happen?

I went upstairs and saw that her door was open and she wasn't in her room. I listened out for her and could hear the faint sound of music coming from upstairs. I climbed the stairs to the third floor and could hear the music clearer now, and it was coming from the recording studio. I very carefully and quietly opened the door and saw Dixie, how had her back to me, belting out the lyrics to Dissident Aggressor by Judas Priest:

Exploding, reloading, this quest never ending until I give out my last breath.

My jaw literally dropped as she growled the words so effortlessly, her whole personnel screamed rock star and I started to get excited for her. She had a talent, something we could work on that could enable her to be in the music industry like me. I would be so fucking proud.

It was then, however, that I realised there was no way I was going to be able to change her, she sang the lyrics with such passion that I knew she was going to stay exactly how she was and would fucking fight anyone who got in her way. If it wasn't for Mark I wouldn't have cared, but if I can't make her abide by the "rules" of the celebrity world, then I'm worried he'll target her himself and Mark can be very manipulative and will mess with your head if you get on the wrong side of him, trust me, I've been there. I'll literally do anything to stop that happening to Dixie, but I keep thinking it's going to be inevitable.

I was yanked from my thoughts when the song finished and Dixie coughed really loudly and started chugging some water. She walked out of the booth surprisingly easily considering her shoes, but didn't notice me, instead she packed away all of the stuff she had laying around the room until she turned to see me and screamed so loudly it made me jump more than her, but it still didn't stop the smirk from creeping onto my face. I clapped, making her embarrassed, which sort of made me laugh.

All I did was look at her in amazement and say, "that was fucking awesome."

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Dixie's POV

My eyes flung open into the darkness of my room as I struggled to breathe through my closed airway. I clawed at my throat and stumbled blindly into the en suit, stuck my head under the tap and gulped down some water, thankfully opening my airway up again. I held onto the sink for support and gasped for breath, waiting patiently for the pins and needles to leave my hands.

This was the third time this had happened this week and I have no idea what it is or why I'm experiencing it. It started on Saturday night not long after I ended the call with my friends, again on Monday night and now, Wednesday, at the random time of 4am. I know I should probably tell Manson, but I don't want him to worry and he'll probably take me to the doctor or something, and that's the last thing I wanted to do. It would probably go away soon anyway. It was most likely all the stress from moving and starting a new school, not to mention being in a plane for the first time. I wasn't used to the amplitude so maybe my body was trying to recover.

I was pretty awake now I was woken up by adrenaline so I decided on showering, as I love nothing more than showering late at night, or early in the morning depending on how you look at it. I stepped into the warm water and my mind immediately started wandering.