Leave A Scar||Marilyn Manson Love Story

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This part is dedicated to RavenRavona 
Thanks for being such an inspiration to continue writing this :)

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"Finding someone who's willing to drown with you, creates a situation where you no longer want to drown." -Marilyn Manson

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Marilyn: Kyrsten! I loved the picture, but where have you been? It's been a few days since I last heard form you. Is everything okay?
Marilyn: Love? It's been a week. Please call me soon. I miss you.
Marilyn: Kyrsten Torrey pick up the fucking phone! At least text me! It's been two weeks! You were supposed to be home by now! If I don't hear from you, or someone, I'm flying over there! I got the address from the letter. Please... I need you...

Two weeks, and three days after Kyrsten flew back home, Marilyn, Abby, and Miguel were on a plane. Destination? Vermont. Marilyn spent his own money for the tickets, and would be flying into Rutland Regional Airport in Rutland, Vermont. Google Maps had told him it was only a 45 minute drive from the airport to Kyrsten's house. Abby and Miguel were silent, the worst of the worst running through their minds.

While Marilyn, he was praying that Kyrsten didn't meet an old love to only forget all about him.

When they finally landed, Marilyn paid for a rental car. He didn't know the make or model, nor did he care. Without him asking, Abby has already put Kyrsten's home address into the GPS on her phone, and started to give him directions.

45 Minutes later, they were pulling into a hidden driveway on a sharp corner. It was a short driveway, and showed a 2005 black Corvette parked on a patch of grass next to a chocolate brown house with a pool and an off white deck.

"No wonder why she wanted out so bad. This place is in the middle of nowhere. Google says that Rutland is one of the largest cities around. Poor girl." Abby claimed, looking around and noticing nothing but forest around the house, with nothing else but the road in sight.

There was a black Saab parked by the front door, the engine still running, the sound's of Aerosmith's Dream On wafting through the open windows.

Without a second thought, Marilyn parked the rental car, and got out, walking right up to the front door. He didn't even have to knock when a woman threw the door open, a dog barking right behind her. She looks up at him, her eyes red and puffy, as if she had been crying.

"Marilyn Manson, oh gosh. You two must be Abby and Miguel. I'm Shari, Kyrsten's step-mother."

Abby and Miguel whisper their hi's, while Marilyn glare's down at Shari. "Where is she? Is she okay?"

At his questions, Shari starts to cry once more. "You don't know?" He shakes his head, telling her to continue. "She was at a friend's, he got drunk and passed out. She didn't know where his keys were and started walking home. It's only a couple miles, she's done it before." She chokes back a sob. "A d-drunk drive... he h-hit her. T-thank God he was o-only going thirty miles an hour. She's at Dartmouth Hospital in New Hampshire. She's critical. I only came home to get the dog and clothes for her father and I. You can follow me back. She spoke so highly of you three."

Marilyn blinks quickly, trying to stop the tears that want to fall. His heart felt like it was being ripped apart. "We'll follow you." He whispers. She nods before hooking the dog and walking to her car, a large suitcase sitting on the front seat. Abby, Miguel, and Marilyn get back into the rental car. Following Shari as he turns around and leaves the house behind.