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

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Jenny's POV
I stared in shock with my mouth wide open as I saw Marilyn kiss Dita. Part of me was extremely happy about the fact they finally kissed after eight years of being in denial, but the other part of me was ridiculously angry at Marilyn for doing something so stupid and insensitive as he was still with Lindsay. Nothing on the Internet has confirmed this but he's taken at least three calls over the past two days and unless I've misheard, he's always referred to the caller as Lindsay.

"Speak of the fucking devil." I whispered under my breath as Lindsay walked in the hospital, crossing paths with Dita and giving her a evil glare. Dita stopped and turned round to look at Marilyn with a hurt and confused expression, meanwhile Marilyn just stood there looking guilty and slightly scared.

"Remember to give Dixie my card," Dita lied with a shaky voice. "Call me when she wakes up." Marilyn nodded and she walked out after Lindsay looked her up and down.

"What the hell was she doing here?" Lindsay spat.

"Didn't you just hear her? She was giving Dixie a card. She loves her as well you know." Lindsay said nothing and instead rolled her eyes.

"I've missed you." She said quietly, wrapping her arms around Marilyn's neck. He slowly moved in to kiss her and I accidentally gasped so loudly I made myself choke. They both looked at me and I tried to make an excuse as to why I gasped but I couldn't even breath let alone talk.

"Do you need a drink?" Marilyn asked in an amused tone. I nodded, tears rolling down my face as I tried to get my breath back and equally to not laugh at how stupid I was being. He came back with a paper cup full of water and I drank it, finally managing to stop coughing.

"I'm gonna go sort my makeup out." I said, my voice cracking after coughing so much.

"Wait we'll go too." I looked to my right and saw Kendall and Erin sat up in their seats. I guess I woke them up with my shocked choking. We all got up and the second I was out of Marilyn and Lindsay's sight I sprinted towards the toilets, Kendall and Erin trying to catch up behind me.

"Ohmygodohmygodohmygod!" I blabbed, pacing around the room.

"What?" Erin asked.

"Marilyn... Fucking... Fucking... Ugh what the FUCK?!" I shouted, slamming a cubicle door against the wall.

"Jenny, breathe," Kendall ordered, grabbing me by the shoulders. "Calm down and tell us what happened." I took a deep breath and explained the heartbreaking scene that had just unfolded in front of me.

"What a dick!" Erin gasped.

"But you can't tell anyone, especially Dixie. And Anthony for that matter, he's already had it up to here with Marilyn's bullshit. And I don't know if Marilyn knows I know so just be careful what you say. And don't, under any circumstances, say anything to Lindsay. She will go all Bunny Boiler on his ass." They both nodded in agreement and we walked back out to the waiting room where I sat awkwardly next to Marilyn who was pouring his heart out Lindsay which made me want to pull mine out my ass.

***THE NEXT DAY***

Anthony's POV
I slowly woke up to find myself squished next to Dixie in her (single) hospital bed. She was facing me and all her limbs were curled up against her body, completed still. She might as well be dead with the lack of movement and her abnormally pale skin. The only way I knew she was still alive was the slow beeping of her heart monitor and the very slight rise and fall of her chest. I don't even remember getting in beside her last night. Maybe I was too tired to remember. I then realised that Brian Wanker had told me I only had an hour with her. Guess he forgot about that, just like everything el- oh shit. Spoke too soon.