Leave A Scar||Marilyn Manson Love Story

The Beautiful People

This is it... the last chapter!
But Don't fret! The first chapter of the sequel will be posted shortly after this has been published!
I won't leave you in the dark ;)

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"Books are very good because they are thick and you can hurt someone with it." -Marilyn Manson

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"...So you're telling me that in your coma, you had a different life? How does it make you feel, that you're no longer in it?" I groan as the lady asks me the same question I have heard over and over.

When I had awoken from my eight month coma, the doctors had forced me to get some counseling. They claimed I would need it to 'Readjust to this world'. Or some bull like that.

"Well what do you think woman? I had the perfect life! I was out of this crap state, with the man of my dreams with real friends! My job wasn't what I expected, but it was good pay and got me moving! I was finally happy... and just like always Fate or Karma or some of that bullshit  took it away from me! I just want to go back... this doesn't feel like home..." My voice trails off as I remember the feeling of being complete in Marilyn's arms. It had been several months since I woke up, and nothing has been able to get rid of this empty feeling within my chest.

"I see..." The woman says halfheartedly. I glared at her figure, her blond hair tied up in a tight bun on her head, a typical black pencil skirt rode half-way up her hips. She was exactly from what you'd expect of a therapist. "What was your favorite part about that life?"

I knew she had to ask that question. The empty feeling in my chest lurched, causing me slight pain as I remember the way Marilyn would look into my eyes like I was the most beautiful thing in the world. I took a deep breath, "The way he would hold me when we laid on the couch, the scent of cheesecake filling the air as it baked in the oven. It was every time we were together. But my all time favorite moment... we were painting lyrics on the walls of an empty room. The only sound filling the silence was music playing in the background. We didn't talk. We didn't have to. Everything about him made me finally feel complete, like I was finally who I was supposed to be."

She nodded, silence filling the air for a moment as she wrote something down on her notepad with her pink  pen. After a moment she asks, "Was everything about it perfect?"

"No, well, he was. There were moments where something bad happened. But he was always there to save me. When my past came to haunt me, trying to destroy my life again, Brian was always there to tell me that it was going to be okay. When I started to wake from the coma, my memories of that life had started to fade away. But not him. He was the last to go..."

"You said his name was Brian?"

I nod. "Brian Warner. He's the media's villain, but my hero."

"What do you mean by that Kyrsten?"

I scoff slightly. "I mean exactly what I said. The media depicts him as a modern day villain because of the way he dresses and what he does. But he is, and always will be, my hero. Growing up, I turned to his music in time of need, and he was always there, his lyrics, his voice."

She finally looks up from her notepad to meet my eyes, her dull blue eyes staring back at me. "You mean he's a real person?"

"Yeah. Just because I dreamt of him, doesn't make him fake."

"Who is he?"

I smile, anticipating her reaction. "I know him as the God of Fuck, but the commoners  know him as Marilyn Manson." Her eyes bulge out of her head, her hand dropping the pen on the yellow notepad in slight shock.

After a moment, she composes herself. "I see..." She clears her throat. "If you could do anything right now, in this life, what would it be?"

I sit there for a moment, unable to pick. "I would either go back into that coma to live the life I love so dearly. Or I would do everything in my power to meet Brian all over again, and make that fake life real."

She nods in understanding, uncrossing her legs. She places the notepad on the table beside her, smiling an actual smile towards me, and not a fake one. "That sounds like a good plan, well, the latter, that is. I have to say that it doesn't seem like you have any trauma, nor misconception. You know what was real and what was fake. Much better than other patients I have handled over the years. This is all the time we have for now, but in a few months I'd like to meet with you again to see how you are handling the transition back to reality. I wish you luck in life Kyrsten, I really do."

We say our goodbyes, and I leave that blasted room for the last time. I know she wants me to come back, but there's no way in hell that I will, not unless she had Marilyn hidden away in there.

It had been a few weeks, and every day I had met with her, telling her everything she wanted to hear.

But as I sat in the passenger seat of my step-mother's car, as she pulled out of the parking lot, I can't help but think that maybe, this world was really the dream, and that I would wake up and be back in Marilyn's arms in his bed, the feel of his arms wrapped around me once again.

I look out the window, hugging my arms to myself, the only type of human contact I've had since I woke up besides the doctors prodding me with needles.

Something deep within me is telling me to push forward, that I will see Marilyn again. But I can only hope that I'll be able to hold out, and not succumb to the pain of being alone all over again.

Shari's hand rests on my shoulder, causing me to jump slightly and shake her off. Human contact was too much. I didn't want it if it wasn't him.

As the moving car lulled me to sleep, I sent out my first prayer to whatever God watched over us.

Please wake me up from this nightmare.

Shari looks over at me from the drivers seat, whispering softly as I drift to sleep, "Whatever doesn't kill us... leaves a scar..."

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THATS IT! ITS DONE AND OVER WITH!

I'll post an update telling you where to find the sequel as soon as the first part is published!