Heaven On The Brain

Empty here without you

Twiggy's P.O.V:

Last night was empty. It was cold and there was a shallowness in my chest that couldn't be repaired.

Without Brian I had time to really think. Think about our lives, think about what we were doing and even why we were here and was it all really worth it?

I had come to the conclusion that being in this band was unavoidable. Brian sure as hell wasn't going to quit and there was no way he would let the rest of us walk out. We were constantly trying out best. Yeah, we all had our flaws and were constantly fucking up but that's the way life goes. We all had to carry on trying. Only the petty get everything they want...

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After the longest night of my life the sun finally peered through the black curtains of my bunk. It was 7 AM and I didn't want to waste any time. I ran around, frantically trying to wake everyone up. Which mainly caused them to yell or throw shit at me.

I waited patiently and eventually everyone got up. We drove to the police station at 9 AM, arriving at 9:30.

I darted out of the car and through the doors. Yeah, I got some raised eyebrows and filthy looks but I needed to see Brian. He was like my own personal drug that I couldn't get enough of.

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Eventually Manson was guided out of his cell by two police officers. He seemed beyond pissed off. "Fuck off" he growled, attempting to kick the cops off him. "Brian!" I squeaked. A wide smile grew on his pink lips as he saw me. "Jeordie" he purred, gesturing toward me.

It took a while to finish all the fucking paperwork but once done we all rushed out the door and back to the limo. Thank fuck he was out. I wouldn't of been able to cope without him. Fuck! I'm acting like he's my husband or something...get a grip, Twiggy.

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Back at the bus we were currently getting dressed to go out for dinner. Zepp's treat. Surprise, surprise, our idea of 'fancy dinner' was McDonald's. But we guessed if fans were likely to recognise us here we gotta get all spooked up.

"Hey, don't fucking cut yourself on stage again you dumbass!" Pogo scolded Manson from the door way of the bathroom, "Twiggy was gonna have a fucking fit without you." He chuckled, roughly patting him on the back. Manson didn't say anything, just shot me a curious glance from where I was sitting on the couch. I raised my, non-existent, eyebrows as I watched him walk into the bathroom.
Hmm...?

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"Get your asses out this fucking door! I swear to God, it's like having a bunch of 6 year olds!" Zepp yelled from outside of the bus.

We were all dressed in stage clothes. I was wondering what Manson would be wearing since a brown pantyhose and a corset wasn't very appropriate for going out for food.

As if he had read my mind he walked out of the bathroom. All our heads snapped toward him. I guess we were all thinking the same thing. "What the fuck are you wearing?" Pogo giggled. Manson was formally dressed in a black suit with a red tie. His black painted lips and eyelids were perfectly done...So tantalising. "What the fuck are you wearing!" Manson repeated to Pogo, looking him up and down like he was dirt. "Come on dickheads, Zepp is calling us!" I laughed.

This should be fun...