I take a deep breath and then exhale, sinking back into the sectional couch. I'm letting loose of my anger and letting my high from the marijuana take over.
I am completely dazed and wow that was some good weed.
"Hey what are you two doing tomorrow?" Manson asks Kennedy.
"School. But I'm sure Charlie won't object skipping tomorrow."
"Nope. Not at all." I flash a smirk and run my hands through my brown, tangly hair.
"You guys should come back to our apartment and party the rest of the night with us." Twiggy finally opens his mouth.
Kennedy looks at me, waiting for my reassurance.
"Sure. Let's do it!" I say. I'm so mellowed out right now, how could I say no?
Kennedy drives us to the um... Apartment? It's actually an old motel, but I suppose they live here full time.
They've already gotten out the wine coolers and the beer by the time Kennedy and I arrived.Manson pats the couch cushion next to him and orders me to grab a drink and sit. I refuse the drink, but I do sit next to him.
There's loud music playing in the background and two other girls I don't recognize. One is all over Twiggy. And the other is all over whoever takes it.
There are so many people talking at once, and my ears are hearing things about heroin and things about cocaine and my anxiety levels are rising and I feel like I can't breath. And something is wrong, "I have to go outside." I say quickly and grab a wine cooler and step out onto the balcony out front of the motel door.
I open the wine cooler and take a swig. I lean into the metal banister and drop my head below my shoulders and breathe.
I hear the door open and someone walks over towards me.
"Do you prefer to drink alone?"
It's Manson.
"I prefer not to drink at all." I say as I take another drink.
I look over at his face, and there's no make up. Just greasy long black hair and a pale face.
I exhale again.
He giggles a bit and joins me at the banister.
"You alright?" He asks me, holding a beer. I almost gag at the smell.
"Yeah I guess so. I mean I'm stoned right now, and this is the first time I haven't felt like shit in awhile, so how can I complain?"
"So what's the story? Tell me all about this Charlie Thompson."
"You don't wanna know." I laugh.
"If I didn't, I wouldn't ask."
I don't answer. I refuse to make myself susceptible to being hurt by telling him anything about myself.
"What time is it?" I ask him.
"I don't know. 3:00. Something like that." Another drink.
"Brian, Charlie come here! I have something I think you'll both enjoy." Zsa Zsa waves us into the motel room.
There are lines of coke, bags of weed, and spilt alcohol on the table. Everyone is so stoned, and the music is so loud. Zsa Zsa hands Manson a little box, Inside there are little papers.
"I finally found that box of acid I lost last week." Zsa Zsa says.
Manson slips one into his mouth and swallows. "Have you ever done acid?"
"No."
"Here." He hands me a thin strip. "Put it in your mouth, when it dissolves, swallow."
"I don't want this."
"Take it. Enjoy your life for once."
I slip it in my mouth, wait... Swallow.
I walk around a bit, I snoop around the apartment. I find the beds and take a seat. I feel around the covers, and lay down. The acid is taking effect. I'm sure that if I were able to walk to the mirror and look, my pupils would be the size of quarters.
I sprawl out on the bed, and I focus on the feeling. For once, I am the only one alive. And I am lost in my own world. It feels like I'm falling, but it doesn't hurt or scare me. It's like I'm falling onto a bunch of clouds a thousand times.
I'm interrupted by someone sprawling out next to me on the bed.
"How are you feeling?"
I nod.
There's a strong scent of alcohol that floats around after they lay down next to me.
"I'm taking that as a good answer."
I move my head over to look at them. Oh. It's Marilyn Manson.
I settle back into the bed. It's really good to have the company of a male body.
"How long does this last?" I ask.
"Hopefully forever." He replies.
"I feel like I'm falling, Marilyn Manson."
"Brian. You can call me that."
"I'm falling."
"You're not."
I start freaking out. This isn't a good kind of falling anymore, it hurts when I hit the ground. I'm crying now. I'm gripping the comforter on the bed.
"Hey it's okay. Just breathe." Brian's hands wrap around my head. "You're just hallucinating. Charlie? It's okay. This isn't real. Lay down, see look its a bed. You're fine." He brushes the hair out of my face.
I'm gone.
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Shielded.
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