💜A few weeks later, life becomes more beautiful than it has ever been for Twigs and Manson💜
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But something would make everything capsize...
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💊 ( Manson's POV ) 💊
My parents came back a few days ago. I thought of putting away the house and hiding the dope in socks. They only saw fire. I live a dream, I have never been so happy, the suicide came out of my head. It could not get better, life seems to be worth living.
It is six o'clock in the morning, I had trouble sleeping. My parents went to work, it's still dark, I sit on my bed. I turn my head when the phone rings, I pick up, it's Twiggy :
- << Brian?- he says-
- mmm, yes? -I replied, the voice hoarse.-
- I can not come to high school for three days... I'm sick.
- What is sick like baby ?
- I do not know, I forgot. But in any case I can not come to high school.
- Ok... can you at least come to my house tonight?
- I do not know... I'll see. And your parents ?
- They come back tomorrow morning, they went to seminary.
- Ok, kisses then.
- Hi baby, I love you.
- me too... bye. >>
No way I go to high school without him but... my parents could learn... I decided to go. I get ready and I get out of my house, get on the bus and put on my earphones, Angelwrath from A Scent like Wolves sounds in my ears. It's gonna be a long day.
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💚 ( Twiggy's POV ) 💚
It's been an hour since I prowl around the toilet, to vomit, then re-vomit. My mother went to work. I will take the opportunity to iron me some episodes of Twin Peaks, waiting for the next vomit. ( sexyness ).
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💊 ( Manson's POV ) 💊
It's my first day without Twiggy, I'm lonely. I walk to the high school on the bridge, I walk my hands in my pockets, staring at the ground. His voice was drier than usual, as if he was reluctant to speak to me. My anxiety is rising. I arrive in the yard when the head announces in the loudspeakers that the Second A don't have classes this morning because the teachers are absent. Finally good news, I'm about to turn around when a girl stumbles in front of me and falls on the ground. I help her up, she looks up, she is very pretty. She wears a short black skirt, a KISS T-shirt and has dark brown hair. Her lips are made up of red and his eyes are a little dark. She smiles at me, still clinging to me, and says :
