The Noose (A Perfect Circle/Marilyn Manson Fanfic)

Counting bodies Like Sheep

The show was intense. I made it through and didn't mess up. Maynard said he was impressed and hugged me once we were offstage, then disappeared. Why am I only noticing this now? Was I so blind to how amazing I thought he was? I think my blinders were on because he was the famous Maynard Keenan of Tool and APC. I don't know...

Jeordie jolted me out of my thoughts as he ran up to me backstage and slammed his body into mine. "Amazing!" he yelled and kissed my cheek. "I love you! You're so awesome! I always thought the songs needed some extra x chromosones!" 

I smiled and gribbed his hand. I needed someone right now. "Thank you, Jeordie" I half-smiled. James and Billy each gave me high fives and immediately followed back to the bus to go to the hotel. 

Manson walked slowly up to me and Jeordie winked and said "I'll wait outside. You can ride with us. I think Maynard already left" 

So he left me? 

Manson wrapped his arms around me. "You were outstanding. You must have fucked God pretty hard to get  a voice like that" 

I laughed. Okay, he got me. "Listen forget about everything. Let's celebrate!" He yelled. I forget he can be just as goofy as Jeordie too. 

He led me through the backstage area and I was about to step into Maynard's changing room to grab my stuff when....

My eyes burned. Manson stepped back and I was peeled to the door. "Maynard.." I whispered, tears rolling down my cheeks. 

I couldn't even look away. He was having sex with some blonde girl up against the counter. I guess Manson was right. He was better at hiding it. For the past year and a half was this what had been going on? I reached for the door, but Manson pulled me back. 

"Don't" he murmured. He pulled me to him and held me tight as I smeared my makeup and tears on him. I could hear the sounds of Maynard's sexual encounter inside. 

I pulled away from Manson. I couldn't control it. I burst into the door and screamed, "YOU MOTHERFUCKER!" I pulled him off and threw him down and grabbed the bitch by the hair and dragged her outside and threw her into Manson. He grimaced and dropped her, letting her hit the floor. Then he kicked her. "Get the fuck up and go" he snarled in his deep, angered voice. She stood and ran away. 

Maynard lay slumped against the wall, his wig down in his face. "Why?" I sat down on the floor in front of him. "Why pick me, take me with you, tell me you love me andhave me move in with you, if you're going to just end up doing this!!" 

He chuckled. "You're ignorance amazes me." 

His words sliced at my insides. This isn't even the same person. "Who are you?" I whispered.

"The same person you got with. You were just blinded by your lust for a rock star. you never cared about me. So I took you in and used you. For sex. That's all it was"

Tears dropped and stained my leggings. "I NEVER saw you as just a rock star. I accepted you and loved you for who you were, or at least who you act to be, as a person. But I realize you're not a person. You're damaged. You feed off of this to get through. You think you have it tough, dont you?" I gritted my teeth. 

"what's that?" he stood up and hovered over me. I pulled myself up and got in his face. 

"You've been fucked over before and you think it's okay to just go around doing it to everyone else?! Fuck you! You're supposed to be better than that! I thought you were! "

"You never even paid attention to the lyrics, did you?" he smirked. "If you had, you'd know. My voice may be beautiful but the meaning is brutal. Don't you get anything? You're so young and pathetic." 

I slapped him in the face and dropped his wig to the floor. "Now who's fake and pathetic"

I turned around and sped out of the room, Manson following me after he spit in the room and smirked at Maynard. 

I walked onto the bus. "Let's go" I shouted. Jeordie ran up to me. "No please...I can't." I placed my hand against his chest to keep him from getting too close. 

"What about Maynard?" James asked. 

"fuck him. You heard her. Let's go" Manson interrupted. 

We left and got the the hotel room. Everyone crowded in Manson's room around me. 

I kept my composure until we reached the room and then I collapsed onto the bed. 

"Oh no. Cara. What did he do? He didn't, did he?" James ran his fingers through his hair and looked at me worriedly. 

"He was with someone else in the changing room" Manson told them. "She saw it." 

Jeordie frowned and laid on the bed next to me. As soon as his arms surrounded me, I melted into the covers. There was no consoling me. 

The bed was soaked in tears.