Sweet dreams are made of screams

I'd rather be your victim

Zim Zum's P.O.V

"I've noticed that you and Twiggy haven't been talking." I abruptly said as we sat around a table in a run down bar as if we we're in a shitty board meeting.

Marilyn looked up at me, taking a sip of his red wine. He really wasn't classy though. Twiggy looked down to his lap and his legs began to jitter.

"Oh come on-" I slammed my fist down, causing Ginger to jump slightly. "Look at us! We're all depressed, queer drug addicts." I sighed, sitting down again. "Yeah we know, sunshine." Manson said, rolling his eyes. "If it wasn't for old Twig boy over here I'd be fucking off with some slut right now." Manson smirked. "Oh, fuck you Manson!" Twiggy huffed. "You want some, faggot?!" Marilyn growled, jumping to his feet. Pogo pulled him back and grunted, "Im sick to death of all these childish arguments! We're a rock band for fucks sake" I nodded in agreement. "You either pull your shit together or I'm out of here!" I believed every word of it too. "Yeah, guys" Ginger started, "I agree with Pogo." Mansons eyes twitched and he stood up, already walking away. "Fine if that's how you wanna be!" He then stormed out the bar into the dark. "I'll go after him" Twiggy sighed, getting his fluffy black coat and heading after him. I sighed. When will this all be over?

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Twiggy's P.O.V:

It was such a cold night. I shivered as I followed after a pissed off Marilyn. "Brian!" I called out after him. He abruptly turned around and death-stared me. "What?" He rolled his eyes. I walked up to him until I was only a few inches away, "I'm...sorry?" I whispered. "For what?" He tutted. "I don't fucking know, Brian! You're acting like I did something terrible to make you avoid me and act like an utter asshole!" I snapped. He grabbed me by the collar of my pink dress, I gasped at the sudden impact. His face centimetres away from mine.

"Twiggy, I didn't ask for this you know. To be depressed, for my band to be depressed. To have a needy, girly, queer following me to the ends of the world." He told me, "it's no one's fault. Only mine. I can't help being this way. Maybe it was my childhood, the way my parents raised me, or maybe I was just born an ignorant prick with no remorse!" He spat angrily, his warm saliva over my chapped lips. "I'm sorry, Jeordie but this can't work. Nothing can, not anymore." His eyes were glimmering not with hope but with tears. His face was a picture with a thousand emotions that I couldn't pick out. But he didn't speak again, he simply put me to my feet and walked away, leaving me with too many thoughts.

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After what seemed like an eternity of staring into the dark, waiting him to come back and tell me he'd change or to kiss me or take me away with him, a cold hand was placed on my shoulder. It was Zim, Pogo and Ginger. "Come on Twiggy, let's go."

Brian didn't come back that night. I sat awake, alone all night just hoping, praying for my love to walk in the door...but he never did. He never came back for me. A part of me wished I had never told him I loved him, or even met him. I knew I was being petty and ridiculous but I was hurting so bad I didn't know what to think anymore.

But when morning came and Brian still wasn't back, I had a gut wrenching feeling that something was wrong. Something had happened, it filled me with spite and confusment. I needed him. I needed to find him, bring him home, take care of him. I got damn needed him! I couldn't live without him
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