Go Die (Marilyn Manson fanfiction)

Go Die!:Dreamy...

Pogo's POV:

I took the biggest breath I felt I have ever taken in a very long time, as I woke from my dream.

I dreamt that I had run from here. From the bus. That I had found Jeordie and I was going to stay with him.

I frowned as I took in my surroundings. There was no Tim Skold next to me. I was not in Jeordie's house.

I was back in my bunk.

I vaguely remember Brian and I having a fight, and then I got upset and went to bed, and then dreamt the whole thing over again.

I sat up, my arms and spine clicking furiously as I reached for my cellphone underneath my pillow.

4:37am.

Ugh. It's early as hell.

My stomach grumbled loudly, sounding like a stampede of elephants, and that when I decided that I just need to get out of here for now.

I ripped the now sweat soaked blankets from my damp body and changed into something a little better. Which consisted of some black chained jeans, and a plain black singlet, along with my brand new platform boots I had bought quite recently for our tour.

I decided to just take my phone and my wallet with me, not thinking that I'll need anything else besides those.

Everyone else was asleep, except for Brian. He wasn't in his bunk. I didn't seem too concerned about it at the moment though, so I took no notice whatsoever.

I quietly crept my way out of the tour bus, opening the door, making sure it doesn't squeak too loudly, then closing it once I manage to not thump my way down the steps.

I shove my hands in my pockets as I watch my breath turn to mist on this particularly cold night.

It usually isn't this cold, but I'm assuming the time for winter has come. Yippee!

"Hey Stephen"

I stop dead in my tracks and sigh a shivery one. My breath and voice being hitched because of how cold tonight is.

I turn around to face Brian.

He looks so, so tired. A cigarette was placed between two of his fingers, and he took a drag of it, coughing slightly after breathing it in. Honestly, he looked stoned and drunk at the same time. Everybody knows that when Marilyn smokes, it's not tobacco.

Instead of replying to Brian, I just turned back around and made my way down the street, no particular place in mind for where I should go.

"Stephen!" Brian shouted as he came charging after me.

I sighed with a little more frustration this time, turning around to Brian.

"What do you fucking w-"

The rest of my sentence was cut off by Brian's lips smashing into mine sloppily. I was right, he's drunk. I pulled away almost immediately, only to have my waist being grabbed and yanked towards Marilyn.

He leaned up to my ear in an attempt to nibble on it, only getting so far before he gave up and just decided to whisper.

"Come on Stephen"

He was now tugging at the top of my jeans, but he was that wasted, he's much more weak that he usually is.

"Come inside and fuck me with that big monster of yours"