Trixie was alone.
It was quiet.
No drunken Russian whore to wake up.
No horny ass friend.
Just her.
She stood up, she has a gig. She walked to her closet, with a galaxy hoodie with a picture of her and Katya on the chest area sent by a fan. She took it out and wore it.
ring ring
trixie mattel speaking?
ah yes. we have...news
tell me.
your friend.
Katya? what happened to her?
she..
she what goddamnit.
she passed away at 7:30am
...
we couldn't do anything.
you're kidding.
no, she passed away due to heart failure, the venom reached her heart muscle and attacked it. the defibrillator did not help.
no...fucking NO!
yes, I'm sorry.
Trixie went emotionless, hanging up the phone as tears streamed down her face. She walked inside the taxi picking her up, reaching the meet and greet.
" Hi Trixie! "
" Oh hello. "
" Do you love Katya? "
The question stabbed her in the back. She nods while holding a picture of her and Katya.
" Oh my god, Trixya is REAL! "
the fan ran away, Trixie looked at her picture, tears dripped on the plastic.
" I love you. "
my russian barbie doll
total chapters: 53
song: mercy street cover
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my russian barbie doll [•] trixya
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