Marilyn Manson 1997

Chapter One

I was sitting in the studio listening to Trent sing in the booth, I started getting really bored. All of a sudden the door swings open and the whole band of Marilyn Manson walks into the room; Marilyn, Twiggy, Pogo, Ginger and Zim. I was so happy to see them I had a big grin on my face, Twiggy ran over to me and sat on my lap while giving me a big hug, Manson walked in and laughed at us. "Get a room" Pogo said. "Oh shut up". Twiggy and I replied. Trent stopped singing and came out of the booth. "Yo!" He said. "Hi" Manson replied bluntly. "You working on your album?" He added. Trent nodded his head then looked over to me and Twiggy. He gave Twiggy a glare which caused Twiggy to jump off me and sit on a couch. Trent is so protective of me, over protective you might say.

Soon enough everyone is sitting around a coffee table with music playing and the TV on, there is alcohol everywhere. All of a sudden I see Pogo reach into his pocket and pull out some cocaine. He spreads it out in lines in front of everyone. Trent, Twiggy, Pogo and Manson indulge in it. Me, Ginger and Zim continue drinking. After a while I got frustrated watching them snort lines. Trent always reassures me that he'll be fine when he does drugs but he doesn't convince me, instead he makes me worry even more. I get up and walk into another room, just to get away from all of them.

I enter Trent's office and walk around his desk. I walk around the room just touching things. Suddenly I hear the door open behind me. I spin around to see Marilyn walking into the room and closing the door behind him. "Uh what are you doing?" I ask him. "Nothing much. Why are you in here?" He asks. I roll my eyes and continue walking around the room messing things up. "Wow, your upset. Is it Trent? Twiggy? Pogo? Is it me?" He asks. "It's all of you" I mutter under my breath, which he hears. "Oh I see. Your still hung up about us doing drugs huh?" He says. I sigh deeply, "Look you guys can do whatever the fuck you want. Just don't come to me with all your issues afterwards, like you always do after taking drugs." I say sternly. I see Marilyn move closer to me. "Can you just leav-" he cuts me off by wrapping his arms around me and pulling me into a hug. "I'm sorry" he whispers softly into my ear. I feel a tear drip down my face. Shit! If he sees me cry he'll ask me about it, Fuck! I thought to myself. Luckily my tear eventually faded away and couldn't be seen anymore. Marilyn releases me from the hug and looks back into my eyes. "Come on let's get back to the others" he says then grabs my hand and leads me back into the other room.

We walk back into the other room and Marilyn is still holding my hand. Trent sees us holding hands and glares at Marilyn, so Marilyn drops my hand then sits down in a chair. I see Twiggy and Zim sitting on a couch so I decide to walk over to them. I approach them on the couch and both Twiggy and Zim move aside so I could sit in between them, I sit down. Zim suddenly lights a cigarette and starts smoking, so Twiggy pulls me in closer to him, to get me away from the smoke. Trent begins to speak and we all listen intently to what he has to say. "So! Both Marilyn Manson and Veronica Gunn will have albums coming out this year. Marilyn's, Antichrist Superstar and Veronica's, Killer Queen. Now I want to make it clear that there will be no competition between both albums, okay?" Trent says sternly. We all look at each other then back to Trent, "yeah okay" Manson and I replied. "Good. Okay so we all know that Ozfest is coming up this weekend and we are all performing. Marilyn and Veronica will be performing your new albums, and Marilyn I still want you to perform Sweet Dreams. As for my band we'll continue playing all our greatest songs. Okay everyone got that? Is it understood?" Trent says. "Yeah" everyone replies.

Everyone is starting to say goodbye now. Marilyn and the rest of his band are leaving. Trent gets up and says his goodbyes. "I'll walk you guys out." I say, wanting to give everyone hugs outside so Trent won't be annoyed about me hugging them. We all walk outside and there is a car waiting for Manson and his band. I start hugging the band just before they get in the car, first ginger, then pogo, then zim. Twiggy picks me up and spins me around in a hug. We laugh then he gets into the car. Marilyn walks up to me, "Hey, what are you doing tomorrow?" He asks. "Uh, nothing much, why?" I reply. "Well, you know how I got a new place? Well I was just wondering if you'd like to see it." He says. "What really!? Yes! I would love to see it!" I reply eagerly. "Haha okay then." He replies. "Okay well I'll see you tomorrow then" He says. Just as he was about to get into the car, I stop him. "Hey aren't you forgetting something?" I ask. He turns around, "Oh yeah!" He replies. Then runs over to me and wraps his arms around me and pulls me into a hug. I love his hugs the most, his hugs make me feel so comfortable and safe, so gentle yet firm. He finally releases the hug and smiles at me. "Okay, I gotta go now." He says then gets into the car. I watch the car drive off then eventually go back inside.

I walk back into the studio and was about to sit down when Trent pops up behind me. "Boo!" He says and I scream. "Trent!" I yell then punch him on the arm. "Haha sorry, but I saw my opportunity and had to take it." He says. I roll my eyes and smile at him. "Hey, I didn't get to say this before but I'll say it now." He says. "What is it?" I ask. "I just wanted to tell you how proud I am of you. Not just because of your new album and how well it's doing, I'm proud to see how far you have come in life." He says and begins to tear up. "Oh, wow, thanks Trent." I reply. I am then suddenly pulled into a hug and squeezed tightly. "Trent, your hurting." I manage to say. He squeezes tighter. "Trent, your doing it again." I say. "What?" He asks. "Acting like my father..." I reply. Trent releases me and sighs. "I'm sorry, it's just... I've basically raised you, there for I kinda am like your father-" I cut him off by turning around and walking away. "Veronica!" Trent yells. "Look, Trent. We've been through this so many times. You are not my father and you never will be my father. I love you and I'm greatful for what you've done for me, but stop pretending that your my father." I say then leave the room.

I walk into my room and see a bottle of Jack Daniels, I pick it up and begin chugging it. "Fuck! Why does life have to be so complicated and hard! Why!?" I yell to myself. The thought of my real parents came into my mind, I saw a box under my bed and start to pull it out. I open the box and pull out a picture, it's a picture of my real parents, it's the only thing I have of theirs, the only thing I truly know of them. My whole life I have hated them for what they did, I always wondered how they could just give me up and give me away. I see something drop onto my picture, I touch it and it's wet. I then touch my face and come to the realisation that I'm crying. I sit down against my wall and continue to drink my Jack Daniels until there's nothing left. I then pass out.

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