Go Die (Marilyn Manson fanfiction)

Go Die!: What in the name of God?!

Pogo' s POV:

I felt myself groan lightly as I started to wake up from my slumber. A headache pounding hard into my head didn't help either. I tried to roll over and couldn't. My brows furrowed and I tried again. I still couldn't.

Meh. I must be still weak from last night. I think I have a hangover. I inwardly facepalmed. When don't I have a hang over.....

My eyelids felt heavy even though they were closed and I fell asleep again. Still warm and comfy.

A loud screech echoed through my ears and my eyes opened instantly. I used all the strength I had left, and rolled myself over. Brian was standing over my bed, shouting at me. I was confused at first but I suddenly saw what he was shouting at.

Tim was lying next to me, only just awakening. He was shirtless, showing off the muscles that rippled through his  chest. His toned arms looped around me, so I was pressed to him. I pushed Tim and he woke up. He then looked to Brian, a confused frown beginning to form into Tims face.

"ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS STEPHEN?!" Brian yelled loudly, his arms flailing into the air. I could hear Tim groan. Or was it Ginger? Meh. I'm too tired to figure it out. So I just listened to Brian's screeching

"Next minute you're all angry at me and you leave. And then I come in this morning to apologise to you so we could make up, and I find you sleeping with this slut?!!" Brian pointed to Tim, who sat up furiously.

"How FUCKING dare you Brian!!"
Brian snorted. "Go on, admit your not a slut" Tim rolled his eyes. "See I knew you were a slut" Tim straightened up.
"I am NOT a slut!" Brian crossed his arms. "You're lying" Tim scoffed and stood up.

Even though Brian towered over him, Tim was much stronger. Brian was so thin. He couldn't even win a fight with me! I could see Tim tighten his fists roughly and his knuckles started to turn white. Tim spoke with a growling, low voice. "Dont call me a slut Brian. You wanted me here, I agreed, and I demand respect." I saw Tim roll his shoulders. "And I'm more than happy to quit and leave you with something that a hospital will fix"

I pursed my lips to stop me from gasping. I had never heard Tim speak so aggressively. He was all the sugar sweet, nice person. And now all I hear is hatred. I would be more taken aback. But I'm just as mad at Brian as Tim is.

Brian said nothing. He looked at Tim. Tim glared back, not making a sound but his rapid heartbeat filled his ears. Brian still said nothing but he took a step back and left. Wow. Tim made it look so easy!

I smiled a little and went to put my hand on Tims shoulder, but he smacked it away.

"Tim-"
"Shut the fuck up, Stephen"

With that, Tim walked out too.

I felt like crying. Tears pricked my eyes and threatened to spill any second, but they never did. What did I do wrong?! Did I say something?! Did I do something stupid?! Oh god what's happening?!

I felt my head start to spin a little, so I lay back down and held it in my hands. I sobbed lightly.

I then wiped my tears away. Who am I kidding?! I'm Stephen Bier! Madonna Wayne Gacy! I don't take fucking bullshit from anyone!

I felt my breath start to quicken. I shook my head

I've had enough...

I yanked an empty backpack from under my bunk and shoved all the necessities I would need into it. Just a few things though. Cigarettes, money, my wallet, a jacket, lighter, hairspray, makeup, and a knife. Just in case, ya know! I threw the knife in the bag as I smirked to myself. I then zipped it up, except one pocket. As I quickly stomped out of my personal space, I could see Brian's drugs sitting on the table. I assume he was going to use them soon.