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

Killing Strangers

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"It was pretty funny when I first learnt to scream," I told Graham. "I would just be sat there on the sofa or at the table and randomly scream. It would scare Marilyn shitless, but it was so fun. I still think it's really fun now, even though I don't really scream anymore.

"When I went to school and had my friends hear me screaming, it made me want to do it even more. Of course I was living with Dita at this point, and she didn't know I could even scream, let alone know I would do it randomly through out the day. I swear to god I nearly gave her a heart attack every time I did it."

"Do you have a lift home?" Anthony asked as we walked out of school. We stayed until 19:04 as we were producing the song, which we completed and are all very happy with, and because it was such a lovely atmosphere no one wanted to leave, but Mr Clifford literally forced us out as he had to lock the gates. Miss Playboy wasn't that much of a problem, we bumped into her a few times when we were walking around the school, but other than that she was basically invisible, which wasn't a bad thing. I just hope she moves on and gives up on bugging us as it gets very fucking annoying.

"I think I'll walk actually," I said to him. "I like to walk alone when it's late. It's quiet and peaceful."

"I don't think that's very safe."

I sighed. "But you told me you live on the other side of town."

"Where do you live?" Kendall asked, joining in the conversation. I told her might address and her face lit up.

"I literally live not two streets away from you, I'll take you home." I made sure it was perfectly alright before saying goodbye to everyone and getting in her black Mercedes Benz.

"You got money?" I asked referring to the car.

"Lucky parents."

We drove for a bit in silence before she put a CD into the player and the sound of Killing Stranger came pulsing through the speakers.

"Marilyn fan?" I asked her, a bubble of excitement and guilt building in my stomach.

She nodded slowly. "I've been to 12 shows and since I'll be turning 17 in November my mum is letting me fly to London with some friends to see him then. I've already booked the tickets, I'm so stoked."

"You're so lucky," I sighed. "I've never been to one of his shows before." That wasn't a complete lie, I honestly have never been to one of his concerts before, but I get to see him every day and have him act like a father figure towards me, which is equivalent I guess.

"I'll have to take you to one one day."

'I'll have to take you to my house one day' I thought with a smirk as she pulled up outside Dita's place. Luckily she wasn't outside else Kendall would've guessed and gone completely mental.

"Thank you so much for the ride." I said, hugging her.

"No problem, I'll pick you up tomorrow if you want?"

"Only if it's okay." I said. I hated people doing things for me, especially when I don't ensure they're completely fine with it.

"Of course it's okay, I'll see you tomorrow." I waved by to her as she drove off and entered the house.

"Dita?" I called out. If she still wasn't here I'll freak out. I started to panic when I didn't hear anything, but that feeling vanished when I heard the click of her heels getting louder until I saw her come out from the kitchen with an apron on.