Leave A Scar||Marilyn Manson Love Story

Third Day Of A Seven Day Binge

This chapter was really hard to write and complete. I have no clue WHY, but it was. I know that it's short, but I wanted something to get posted so I could continue on instead of being stuck with writers block. Hopefully the next chapter will be longer.

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"Art to me is a question mark, I don't think it should ever be an answer. People ask you... what your painting or your essay means... that is your answer, that is your response." -Marilyn Manson on MTV U Stand In via YouTube

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*Dream*

I was running. Someone was chasing me through a dark tunnel or alley. I could feel my heart pounding within my chest as the walls start closing in on me, the light at the end getting farther and farther away.

I can hear someone calling my name, the voice sounding distorted, and yet worried.  I try to respond, to make a noise, something to tell the person that I was there, that I was fine. Yet nothing leaves my vocal chords.

I stop running to turn around and finally face my pursuer. I stand my ground, no matter how frightened I am. I don't want to keep running if I'm getting nowhere.

To my surprise, it was none other than Marilyn himself. He keeps saying something, his arms open wide. I turn to look back at the light, wanting so badly to feel it's warmth. He grabs my hand, my heart racing even faster than before at his touch. I turn back to him just as he starts pulling me back into the darkness. For some reason, I trust him to guide me through the dark.

*End Dream*

That beeping sound again. Why won't it stop? Why am I so... warm? Prying my eyes open, I see once again, that I am back at the hospital with Marilyn laying down next to me in the same position as before.

Was it just a dream? Did I ever leave this place to begin with?

I glance down at my arms and notice bruises starting to form. Austin. He did this. It wasn't a dream. Sitting up, I pull out the blasted IV needle with a hiss, not caring about anything except the need to leave.

"What do you think you're doing?" I look back a Marilyn, a sheepish smile on my face.

"I want to get out of here and eat my cheesecake!" He shakes his head and sits up.

"Let me go get the doctor. Then I'll help you get ready to go eat your precious cheesecake."

I push my index finger to his chest. "That cheesecake came out perfect! I didn't even get a single bite! Besides, we all know that your dreams are filled with beautiful women covered in it anyways!" He looks down at my finger before taking it in his hand and licking it slowly. The gesture makes me squirm in embarrassment. I pull my hand away from him, holding it to my chest. Scrunching my face up I reply, "Ew! Brian that was gross! You don't know where my finger has been!"

This only causes him to smirk at me, my heart fluttering in my chest. "I have a pretty good idea." He winks, making my face heat up. He stands up, walking over to the door. "Don't even think about taking anything else off. That's my job." I groan as his smirk only seems to grow before he walks out to go find my doctor.

As I watch him leave, I can't help but think of how much I've fallen for him even more now that I know him. I remember how I used to watch interviews on YouTube just to see his face and hear his voice when he wasn't singing, how I would gush to my friends and family about how amazing and brilliant he was.