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

Wormboy

"That must've been quite scary, not being able to breathe," Graham said.

"Yeah, it was pretty unnerving, but I kept it to myself because I desperately didn't want to go to the doctors, they've always scared me and the fact I have to tell a random stranger things about myself, even if it's just a headache, seems terrifying to me, like I'm giving away personal information that they could use to hunt me down or some shit. I still don't know to this day exactly what it was."

"Maybe, like you said, it was the stress. It must've been difficult, starting a whole new life and not only that, having to live with someone else after just getting used to living with Marilyn."

"I think I managed to settle in quite quickly, I was a pro at it by then, but the worst thing was the counting down. 25 days, 24, 23, 22, all the way to 1. However those three weeks were something else."

***

I woke up on Friday morning having thankfully not experienced any choking through the night and so felt well rested but extremely nervous and excited as well. Today was supposed to be the first day of my new school but we still hadn't found one. I didn't want to sleep in incase something came up but I also didn't want to get out of bed because the possibility of Manson finding a last minute school to just plop me in without any reservations or notice that I was joining was very low.

I had no idea what to do so I did something I had rarely done before.

I went into Manson's room.

I slowly opened the door. I was terrified of waking him up as I know better than anyone how much he needs his full 12 hours of sleep. I breathed a sigh of relief but was also really confused as light streamed from inside. I saw him sat on his bed, fully dressed, typing on his laptop. It reminded me of when I found him like this back in England, though I ,doubt he was searching anything to do with America this time.

"What are you doing?" I asked, making him jump.

"Jesus Christ I didn't even know you were there," he said, putting a hand on his heart.

"Well?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. It was extremely unusual for him to be up this early, unless still hadn't gone to sleep. I will never know how he does that, I can barely keep my eyes open after 2am.

"Ha, funny story," he said awkwardly. "I have found you a school and you need to be there by 9 o' clock so you need to get ready bye." And with that he shoved me out of his room and shut the door, leaving me with a very confused expression on my face and more than a few curse words lingering on my lips.

"Marilyn!" I shouted, hitting the door. "Marilyn, what the fuck are you playing at?"

"Dixie, trust me," he said through the door. "Just put on something cute and I'll explain in the car."

I sighed in annoyance and went back into room. Before I did anything I put my Spotify on and Wormboy came through the speakers, one of my all time favourites. I flung the wardrobe door open and searched for something to wear. After much consideration I decided on a loose grey top that said over my dead body, some ripped black skinny jeans (I literally live in those) and some chunky black boots. I then accessorised with a spiky cuff that I put on my wrist, a spiky choker that looked more like a dog collar than a choker and some pentagram earrings.

I wanted to go for the messy look with my hair so I didn't bother styling it that much, I literally just ran some gel through it and spritzed it with some hair spray.

I was panicking in case I was late, and then remembered I didn't have to be in school, where ever this mystical school was, 9 and it was only quarter past. What was I supposed to do for forty five minutes? I tried to talk to Manson again and this time he actually cooperated.