Her Orange Dreadlocks

N.I.N.E. Goodbye

[ hey oh! I hope you like this chapter from here on out, things get spooky! Remember that this story is going to have a LOT of paranormal elements to it!]

N.I.N.E.

They were standing in front of her house now.

Marilyn was standing behind Eliza, watching her as she stood there, staring at the golden door knob on the blue door in front of her. Eliza's hair was hanging down to the small of her back, and he noticed she had put random colored beads here and there in her hair, and one long dread was wrapped in hemp yarn. Eliza was very creative, and she was very sweet. Marilyn noticed that about her the day he'd met her. She sat there and listened to her mother try and try to get the mansion from him, but she never really piped up until the end. Marilyn grew to like her much more than he'd expected to in the past few days, and he was surprised to find himself standing here, facing one of her most important moments in her life with her. He was glad, though, because it would help him in the end, learn to trust her.

Eliza suddenly took a deep breath and pushed into the house, and swiftly moved to the side, going up the staircase. Marilyn followed her just as swiftly. Her steps were quiet, like she wasn't there. She must have snuck in and out of her house plenty of times in order to master the art of silent foot steps. Marilyn had trouble doing it behind her. Eliza finally got to her bedroom and he went in with her, and shut the door as quietly as he could. Eliza was already pulling a large black duffel bag and an army green backpack down off of the hooks inside of her closet.

"I'm just going to pack my clothes, and then some material stuff into this bag. It wont take me too long to get the things that are important to me, if you wouldn't mind waiting for me." she said softly, her eyes were glazed over as she began shoving the rows of tank tops and t-shirts into her black duffel bag.

Marilyn watched closely as she did this. He sat down on her bed, and then in a few moments passing a large fat cat with black spots littered all over his white fur came up and purred at Marilyn. "Oh, hello, kitty.." he said, gently.

Eliza turned to face the scene in front of her. Marilyn Manson was sitting on her bed, playing with her cat. A small smile graced her face as she watched Hugh purr at him and then she smiled wider when she saw Marilyn rub behind his ears.

"That's Hugh." she said quietly.

Marilyn raised his eyebrows. "Hugh?" he said with a gentle smirk.

"I know, it's silly. I just love that name for some reason." Eliza explained as she stuffed her assorted colors of sweatpants, jeans, and then socks and underwear into her bag. The bag was slowly becoming full, and she wondered if she could fit her four pairs of converse and a pair of black boots in there or not.

"I think that's kind of funny, actually." he explained as he picked the cat up. "Hugh is my middle name." he said quietly.

Eliza stopped in her tracks and blushed madly. "Its just a coincidence." she told him. Which wasnt exactly a lie.

He looked ather, obviously amused and nodded.

ELiza shook her head, and walked out of the closet where she'd put her favorite clothes into the bag, and then grabbed her army green backpack and went to her desk. She unplugged her yellow laptop and put it into the bag. She put her charger cord for her phone, and her laptop, and her camera into the bag as well as a photo album she had sitting on her desk. Then, she turned and grabbed her sketchbook, and an assortment of drawing utensils. Going over to her nightstand, she grabbed the picture of Ezra she had and threw it into the trash bin beside her bed. Marilyn noticed that. Then, she commenced to putting a large photo of her father into her bag, as well as a small black journal.