Sweet Dreams (Marilyn Manson Love Fanfic)

Chapter 26

There's going to be different POVs in this chapter. I put it for a reason to understand what is going on.

Raven's POV

I wake up to police sirens. I shoot up from it starling me. I look at the clock. It's five in the morning. I wipe my face, that is now sticky from all the crying, on my sleeve. I sit up and put my head on my knees. I sniffle and grab my phone.

Sixty eight missed phone calls and thirty voicemails.

I sigh and I listen to one of the voicemails. I press play and it begins. I hear a shaky sigh. It's Marilyn.

"Hi, Raven. I miss you, love. I hope you're okay. I really do. It's all my fucking fault. I need you. Please be safe, go to a motel or someone you know well. Just be safe is all that I ask. I fucked up and I know it. You're right, sweet dreams don't last forever. We both saw this coming in a way though. I love you." It ends and I put my phone down. I don't want to listen anymore. Most of the missed calls and voicemails are from Marilyn. God, I feel like a fucking idiot. I can't go back though, it'll just break my heart. I curl back down and try to fall back asleep.

Marilyn's POV

I close my phone and place it on the coffee table. I stare at it. She still won't pick up. I look up at the clock. It's five AM. I swallow my tears. I ruined it. I ruined it all.

"That was probably the hundredth time I called." I whisper.

"I'm sorry. I left some messages too and still no answer." Ash says sympathetically. Ash and Zim came to our house because they are worried too. We all are. Everyone is on their phones calling and calling hoping for an answer.

"All we can do is wait." Ginger says and sips his coffee.

"There's got to be something, god fucking dammit!" I yell out and get up. I pick up my phone and grab a telephone book.

"What are you doing?" Twiggy asks. I flip to hotels section and start dialing.

"Calling each hotel near us." I say. The phone rings and someone picks up. "Hi. No, I don't want to reserve a room. I called to give someone a wake up call." Everyone looks at me confused. "Who? Oh, yes, Raven Wornshop."

"Sorry sir, no Raven Wornshop."

"Oh, sorry wrong hotel, excuse me." I hang up and dial the next number.

"Wake up call?" Zim asks.

"They won't let me know if I don't have a good reason." I state. I go through number after number. Still no Raven. I then get to a motel down the street. "What do you fucking mean you can't tell who's there?" I yell out.

"Sorry bu-" the receptionist tries to say.

"No, shut the hell up! Tell me where she is!" I command.

"Listen, man, calm dow-"

"No!" Twiggy grabs the phone and hangs up.

"Get your shit together." He says to me softly. I feel that there are tears on my cheeks. I storm off into the bathroom. I feel anger build up inside of me. Why won't she just tell one of us that she's okay? Why not? I let tears fall down.

"Fuck!" I scream out and punch the mirror. It cracks and my hand starts to bleed. It's killing me, where could she be? There's murderers, rapists, and she's all on her own. She might be hurt! I hear a knock.

"Brian, just breath." Twiggy says through the door. I take deep breaths. It's not my fault. I changed! I was somebody else, that person wasn't me. Why can't she understand that I've changed and I love her. I promised myself that I would never fall in love. I knew it was just going to ruin me. "Can I come in?" Twiggy asks in a kind voice.