A/N
I have a bit of writers block. Please bear with me. Also, MANSON is currently screaming in my ears. So I'm tempted to write what he's saying.
People are actually reading my book? Wow... Please take a look at my other book, Crazy. It starts out as a one direction Fic, because I used to like them... *gags* but at like chapter seven it's a MANSON FIC, there will be a sequel called Insane, it will be a complete MANSON Fic! Because I do not like one direction! There might be like two chapters of one direction. I promise.
Goodbye darlings, enjoy the chapter!
Twiggy
"Hello?" I hear faintly.
"Can you hear us?" Slightly clearer.
"Kristin, wake up please." I hear crying. My eyes slowly open, the first thing I see is a roof. It's black. Oh, this is Twiggy's room! But why am I in Twiggy's guest room?
"Hi." is the only word I can make out.
"Hi Kristin, you sliced so deep your cut bled and bled, and you passed out." Twiggy says sadly. Manson rushes in the room.
"Holy hell, she's awake! I love you so much Kristin."
"I love... cough cough... you too." I reply.
"We called a doctor, he's already been and gone, he stitched you up. Luckily Zim came in the room when he heard us flipping out." Zim walks in.
"Thank you Zim, I'm sorry guys. I can't help it, I don't know what comes over me. It's like a rush, I see the razor and it's almost like it's telling me, cut. I'm so very sorry."
"It's okay darling. I forgive you." MANSON says.
"I love you Kristin, don't do this. Please." Twiggy says and hugs me.
"I'm not so good in these situations so..." I get up struggling and hug Zim.
"You shouldn't have to be good in these situations hun, I shouldn't do it. I just can't help it, you've helped immensely. You don't have to be here if you don't want to be."
"T-thanks Kristin, I love you. Get better please, I don't like seeing you like this." then he leaves.
- a few days later -
"MAYMAY!" I yell.
"What's wrong hunny?"
"I missed you." I say, he chuckles at me and walks away. Twiggy walks in the room. I'm sick so all the boys decided they'd help me get better, from... A cold.
"Hiiiiiii Kristin." Twiggs says.
"Hello."
"Can I sing you a song?" Twiggy asks.
"Uh. Sure?"
"Okay, here I goes... Bla, bla, black sheep, have you any girls? Yes sir, yes sir, three vans full. One for your master, one for your dame, and one for the little boy that lives down the lane, bla, bla, black sheep, have you any girls? Yes sir, yes sir, three vans full."
"Twiggy that was an interesting song.. Also it's "baa, baa." because they're sheep."
"Damnit. Well too late now, I already put it on our next album, Manson said I couldn't but I'm a good singer so I did."
"Are you serious Twiggy? Maymay is going to be pissed!"
"Yeah I'm serious, here's a copy for you." he hands me a CD, titled, "This is Twiggy's artwork, please do not um... Copy?" I laugh at his little note and open it. Out falls some pictures of me and Twiggy. He's my best friend, and this is an amazing gift. I put the CD in the player and here all MANSON'S new songs, I skip to the last song and there is the pedo sheep song...
"What the hell are you listening to?" Manson says walking into my room and Twiggy just giggles.
"I think Twiggy has something to tell you Maymay."
"I added a song to our new CD..." Twiggy says giggling like a cute little kid.
MANSON'S face turns red.
"You did what?!"
I'm sorry darlings, I'm getting so many reads and I appreciate all of them, never would I have thought I'd have more than five reads. I'm writing this in the middle of the night, love you. And don't be mad at me for not updating. 🤕 Haven't been feeling great...
Yours truly, Twiggy, your very tired and hyper friend....
