Being a Rockstar's Girl.

Our Sorceries, The Party has Just Begun

"Nikki. Don't panic okay? After you left the hospital Twiggy convinced them to try to shock me back one last time. It worked. I didn't want Edgar's gang to know I was still alive, they would come after us once they found out Edgar was dead." I stared at her in disbelief. I turned and left out the door. I then exited the front door, slamming it. Marilyn and Stormy came running out. "Nikki, she had too." I glared at him. "Did you know about this?!" "No, I just found out when you did, that's what Twiggy was telling me." I shook my head, tears of anger flooding out of my eyes.

I turned to Stormy. "You." I hissed. "Do you even know what I did to myself because you "died"?!" She slowly shook her head. I tore off my jacket and showed her my scars. "Do you see this bitch?!" Her eyes got wide and full of hurt. "Nikki," she tried to grab my arm, I jerked it away. "Nikki... you're my best friend. I would never dream of hurting you." I glared at her and got close to her face. Causing her to cower down. "Best friends don't pretend to be dead and lie to their best friend. We are not best friends. We are not even friends. If you are going on this tour, you do not speak a fucking word to me. I do not want to hear one goddamned syllable escape those pathetic lips of yours. Do you understand me?!" She nodded and a tear fell down her cheek. I reached forward and grabbed and chin between my index finger, middle finger and thumb. "You don't deserve to cry." I could feel the poison dripping off my words. I let go of her face and abruptly turned. Leaving her scared, Marilyn followed. Stormy just leaned against the wall. I tried so hard to keep walking, but my emotions took over. I just bent and sat on the curb. Hands covering my face. Crying and shaking. "Baby," he sat down. "she did it so Edgar's gang wouldn't find you." I looked at him. "She isn't even the same! Look at her! She dyed her hair! Fucking purple! She changed her name!" He nodded. "She rearranged her entire life, to keep you safe." With that, hit me. Stormy had technically died for me, that day. But on the same day, Andy was born. And Andy, was doing everything she could to make me love her. Stormy, was gone. A new person arose in her place. "Does Cara know?" He nodded. "We were the last to find out." I took a deep breath and nodded, like I usually did. I turned around to chance a peek at Andy. She was beautiful. Highlighter purple hair. Short, just below her ears.

I looked at Marilyn again. "Give me some time with her." He nodded and went back inside.

I awkwardly walked up to her. She was sitting on the stairs. I sat down next to her. "Listen, this is going to be painful for me, but Andy, we can try this." She looked at me, cheeks soaked, and hugged me. "It's still me Nikki." I swallowed the knot in my throat.

I got up slowly. "You need to dye your hair back to red." She nodded. "I have the hair dye, help me?" I nodded and we went inside to fix her hair. Finally she looked like herself again, but she was Andy. I knew this. It would just take a while to get used to it.

I walked into the living room, Andy following. I went up to Marilyn. He looked at me, asking if I was okay with his eyes, I just smiled.

A pair of arms wrapped tightly around me. I turned. "Cal!" She smiled and hugged me tighter. "Cal! Are you going on the tour?" She nodded. "Everyone is Nikki!" I smiled. Then I had a terrible thought. It was only one word. Orgy. I laughed at myself. On tour with Marilyn Manson.