Leave A Scar||Marilyn Manson Love Story

Evidence

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"When all of your wishes are granted, many of your dreams will be destroyed." -Marilyn Manson

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"Wake up! Wake UP!" Something shouts at me. The darkness is back, why is it back? What did I do wrong? The beeping... that Horrid beeping is the only thing that fills the silence. Though I know that the darkness is bad, something about it makes me feel safe. The tendrils are gone, no longer do they caress my skin. It's a safe feeling, one I do not wish to leave. "Damn it Kyrsten! WAKE UP!"

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Today is a sad day. It's the last day I have with Marilyn before he goes on tour.

These past few months have been hard, having to hide my memory loss, but perfect nonetheless.

Marilyn has been the sweetest man, forever making sure I was okay. The sweet nothings he whispered into my ear every day made my heart swell for him even more.

Currently, we were back at my house, drinking Absinthe and painting again. When he told me what he wanted to do for his last day, I was kind of shocked.

"Hmm Brian, what do you want to do for your last day before your tour?" I had asked him. He grinned and told me to get into the car. "Brian... you KNOW how much I hate being kept in the dark." His grin only grew as he told me that it was fine, that I would enjoy it.

We stopped at the Liquor store, got two bottles of Absinthe, and he drove off, still keeping everything a secret. When he finally pulled up next to the house, I grinned. Though my memory was fading fast, this place would forever stay the same in my mind. It was the place I first had sex with Marilyn.

When we got inside, he led me upstairs and to the painting room. "I want to spend the day with the things I enjoy most. My beautiful girlfriend, alcohol, music, and the smell of water colors."

So here we were, blaring music throughout the house, an empty bottle of Absinthe, with paint brushes in our hands. Our hands moved together in perfect harmony as we painted on the same canvas.

I had no idea what he was painting, I was so focused on my half. I was painting half of his face, capturing every part of him the I loved most. His dark brown eyes and his pale skin. The way his eyes held so much pain in them, and yet a child-like innocence. The dark red lips I have kissed so many times, and his narrow chin. The way his hair fell into his face as he focused, not bothering to push it out of the way.

I loved every little thing about this man. I loved how he could play the saxophone, how his eyes would light up when I made him grilled cheese with a slice of cheesecake for dessert. I loved how he would randomly swear in Russian whenever he got aggravated, and how he always tried to say the word 'Etcetera' as much as possible, enjoying the way it rolled off his tongue.

His random little quirks made him who he was, made him the man that I loved. Though I have yet to meet his parents, the way he talks so highly of them, never ceased to put a smile on my face.

The media depicts him as some evil man, dead set on corrupting children and destroying humanity. But they don't see this side of him. They don't see the intelligent man that I do. They don't see how much he cares for his family, and his hobbies. They haven't seen the man who takes such good care of his band members.

To the media, he will always be the villain, but to me, he became my hero.

Every time I listened to his music when he wasn't around, I could remember. I could remember everything we had done, every kiss we shared.

His music used to keep me going every day, and now? It keeps me motivated to do whatever I can to remember. Because I don't want to live in a world where he doesn't exist in my life.

"WAKE UP KYRSTEN! For fuck sakes! You've been here for over eight months! Please... wake up..."

I look around, trying to find the source of that voice from my dreams. "Love, did you hear that?" Marilyn stops painting and looks at me strangely.

"Hear what exactly?"

"I heard someone calling me name..."

He lowers his hand as he gazes into my eyes, a dazzling smile plastered onto his face. "You might be remembering our more... intimate times." He winks. I shudder as delightful shivers pass through me at those memories.

"Well, finish this up and they wont be memories from the past, but current actions." His eyes darken with lust as I smirk at him.  He leans over and kisses my jaw softly before dropping the paintbrush onto the floor as he picks me up and pushes me against the wall, his lips finding mine.

My arms snake around his neck and my legs wrap around his waist, his lips parting from mine just enough to whisper, "You should know better than to tease me, my goddess."

I lean forward slightly, grasping his lower lip in my teeth as I gently pull on it. When I release it after a moment, I grin. "Punish me then my God." That's all it takes for him to loose the little control he had, a small, animalistic growl sounding deep within his throat. His luscious lips find mine once again. His tongue dashes over my bottom lip, begging for entrance.

Like always, I deny him, forcing him to grab my ass tightly, causing me to gasp just enough to slide his tongue in my mouth, taking complete control of my body and mind.

His kisses always make me loose all train of thought, my mind turning to mush at the slight sparks that admit from our skin on skin contact.

"Doctor! Her eyes fluttered! I think she's finally waking up!"

"Go alert her family. I'm sure they would like to be here for this."

"Yes sir."

My once closed eyes open as I hear those voices again, only to see everything around me turning dark. The feeling of Marilyn pressed against my body starts to fade, his lips no longer on mine as he starts to turn transparent, almost like a ghost.

"Brian? BRIAN!" I scream as the world starts to fade.

The last thing my eyes see is our painting, noticing for the first time that while I had painted half of his face, he had painted half of mine, our faces melded at the center, like we were one person, before that too fades away, leaving me in the dark.

I close my eyes, not wanting to see Marilyn fade into nothing.

When I open them again, I'm hit with a bright white light, doctor's surrounding me. I blink rapidly a few times before noticing my father and Shari standing behind the doctors, tears falling softly from their eyes.

"W-what's going on? Where's Brian?" I ask, my voice hoarse like I haven't had a drink of water in months.

The doctor's flash a light in each of my eyes before a nurse hands me a glass of water. The doctor, an elderly man in a white coat smiles down at me. "Welcome back Kyrsten. You've been in a Coma for eight and a half months." My father walks up to me and places a kiss on my forehead.

"Happy 21st birthday brat."