Tainted Love (A Marilyn Manson Love Story)

What was I thinking? (Marilyn's P.O.V)

Marilyn's P.O.V

As I climbed through April's window I had mixed feelings. Something was about to happen. That little voice in the back of you head telling you to get away... I didn't listen. She had a room on the first level of a 3 story house that had been passed down 4 generations in her family. She and I had popped the screen out of her window and added a way to open it from the outside so I could sneak in at night.

Her room has an overwhelming scent of pomegranate and spice... Yes I read her perfume bottles. Her carpet was black and all 4 of her walls are different colors. One white, where she hangs all her photos, one purple, where plays around with different graffiti styles, one crimson, where she hangs her jewelry, and one black, where her bed is. Lots of beads and lace cobwebs hand from her ceiling. I love her room. My room is brown. Very brown. Ha! I guess looking at April and I, we should trade bedrooms. I looked at her Gothic clock ticking away above her bed. 10:27. Where was she? I heard a truck pull up and feet slapping the walkway up to the house. Who was she with? Surely not that kid with the gun. I started voice warm ups and looked at my shoes. They were scuffed up pretty bad.

I heard the bed room door open and slam. I looked up and saw April curled up and crying. Really crying, not just a few tears like when you watch the Lion King. She was gasping for air and shaking. I dropped the chocolates a rose. "What the hell happened?" A muffled voice came from inside the ball of despair saying, "You shouldn't be here." I opened my mouth and closed it again, finding I had nothing to say. "What happened?" Her head snapped up and revealed a black eye, and a defiantly broken nose. My jaw dropped and I flew across the room picking her up and lay ed her softly on her bed. "Who did this to you?" I couldn't help but let a few tears go myself. I don't know where they came from,  I guess I just loved her that much.

"I-I did." Did she really just say that she did this? Something must really be wrong. I sat next to her and put my hand on her head. "You're not some middle-school emo. I highly doubt that excuse." I walked to the bathroom and got a damp wash-cloth. Coming back to her room, she was looking at my presents, not lying on the floor. "Did you get those for me?" Her eyes should pity and wonder. "I did. I thought I might sing you a song too, but I guess it's the wrong time huh?" She chuckled and relaxed as i put the wash-cloth on her face, wiping away the blood. "It was Trent." Wow. "Okay. Want me to file a restraining order?" A pause, followed by "No. I want to see him again." Wow.