Shielded.

Chapter 6

I wake up to Manson laying a cold rag on my face, and Kennedy sitting in a chair next to me. At first, when I open my eyes, everything is blurry and the light hurts my eyes so bad, I have to close them again.

"Jeordie go get her a glass of water." I hear Manson say and footsteps getting farther and farther away.

"Charlie, are you alright?" Kennedy asks me.

Running water. Footsteps. My eyes open. Blinding light.

"Here take a drink of this." Twiggy tells me, handing me a glass of water. "I washed the cup just now so it should be actually clean."

Manson shoots him a look, and Twiggy shrugs his shoulders. I want to sit up, but it feels like my head is ten thousand pounds. I force myself to sit up anyway, and Twiggy doesn't have any make up on either, and I'm surprised at how good looking Manson and Twiggy are with & without make up.

I groan, and hold my head. "I thought acid was supposed to make me 'enjoy my life for once'." I snap at Manson.

He doesn't reply and I take a sip of water, my head is pounding. "What even happened?" I asked openly.

"You kept screaming that you were falling, and that it was hurting every time you hit the ground. You were screaming so loud, and crying. I couldn't get you to calm down, and then you just... passed out." Manson replies, he sounds kind of worried.

But why would he be worried about me, he just met me.

Kennedy gets up and drags Manson out to the hall with her. Twiggy sits down in her chair.

"What time is it, uhh. Twiggy? Right?"

"5:00 am. And yeah, Twiggy. But you can call me Jeordie. Hey don't worry about all of this, you should have seen Brian on his first acid trip. And mine, too. Shits wicked crazy, I can tell you that."

I ignore him, because I'm focusing on what Kennedy is telling Brian. She's talking low, but all I can make out is...

Kennedy: Why would you even give her something like that?

Manson: I don't know I... And she seemed...

K: Well good job, look what happened.

Kennedy marches back in, and Manson trods along behind her.

I stare at them both for a really long time, and I finally conjure up the words to say to Kennedy. "It wasn't his fault I took the acid, Kennedy. I could have refused it, yknow." She huffs at me and gives a glare back to Manson. I lay back down and roll over on my side still gripping my head.

Manson sits down next to me, "Hey do you want any ibuprofen or something to eat?" He brushes the hair out of my face again, but quickly retrieves his hand.

"No, thanks. I'm fine. I'll get over it. I actually just kind of want to go to sleep."

"Alright. Here's the blankets, and I'll turn the light off on my way out." he pulls the blankets over my body, and begins to walk out, his hand hovering over the light switch, he stops. I look up. "Yell for me, or one of us if you need anything. Don't get up for awhile. You'll probably puke everywhere." He turns the light out, and shuts the door.

How sweet of him to give me that reminder.

I realize that the window is open, and a chilled wind hits my shoulders, causing me to pull the blankets up to my neck.

I breathe a few times, and I'm out.

I wake up a few times to the sound of a car door shutting and the sound of car horns going off, and loud laughing, and lots of music.

I wonder if any of these people sleep any at all.

I get up and realize that I'm still in my clothes from last night. I glance at the pillow and at the bed next to mine. Twiggy is asleep with the chick who was all over him last night.

Oh. That's probably his girlfriend. Duh.

I walk out of the bedroom and hunt around for the bathroom, but run into a sleepy Marilyn Manson in the hallway. "Hi." He says, brushing his hair out of his face.

"Sorry. I was looking for the-"

"Bathroom is to your left." He flashes a smile and scoots passed me.

When I finish taking a piss, I open the door and greet eyes with the girl who was sleeping with Twiggy.

"Excuse me."

"You're fine." She says humbly.

I walk into the kitchen where Manson is and hop up on the counter. I just realized that my make up is most likely smeared all over my face. He turns around and smirks, reaching into the fridge and handing me a water. "Are you feeling better?"

"Yeah. I didn't puke so that's a plus."

We laugh.

It's an awkward silence.

"The first time I took acid, was worse than anyone could imagine. It rained, and I thought the water drops on a red truck were blood. I was totally fucked up."

Twiggy walks in and that girl is right at his hip. "Oh hey. Nice make up!" He says looking at me. I rub underneath my eyes, and they're covered in mascara and there's lipstick smeared across my cheek.

Wow. That's extremely attractive.

I giggle and brush my embarrassment off. I walk to the bathroom and wipe my face off.

I return to the kitchen where Manson is eating cereal.

"I thought you still looked good, but hey, you look good now, too." He says. My eyes widen. My face turns into a tomato.

"Um. Thanks." I choke out.

You just met me?

"Anytime." He gets up, puts the bowl in the sink, and walks away.

Sooooo. I'm debating a lot of stuff about Shielded right now. Do you guys think I should start putting what a normal two chapters would be into one chapter? Or do you like what I have going on now? Please let me know. (: I hope you're enjoying. Comment, vote, share, save. Whatevs.

Marissa. 🌵