Heaven On The Brain

Piss in the wound

Twiggy's P.O.V:

"Twiggy?"
"Mmh?"
"Twiggy!?"
"Uhh...Whattt?"

I'm awakened by a quick jolt and a jab of two fingers in my ribs. My eyes shot open and I flop over, glaring at the culprit. "Marilyn!" I scowl. "Get up, bonehead! We have a show today." He tuts, stretching out his thin, gangly limbs before walking out of the door.

I sigh and roll back over, wrapping the warm bedsheets around my thin, naked body. "Mmh...so tired..." I yawn, quietly. Then, suddenly, "Twiggy Ramirez, I swear to fucking God, if you aren't up in two seconds-" I groaned at Manson's yelling and threw the duvet off of me. "Okay! Okay! I'm coming!"
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"Psst, Zimmy?" I whisper, nudging Zim Zum who is sat next to me on a black leather couch, backstage of soundcheck.

Zim was wearing that same red, fluffy gilet and sunglasses. He looked like some sort of gothic fashion designer.

"Should we have a little fun?" I smirk suggestively and he pulls his glasses down, revealing his bright blue eyes, swirling with mischief. "What kind of fun?" He questioned. I chuckled, sneakily. "Follow me..."
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Pogo's P.O.V:

Manson was yelling. Again. I was drunk. Again. I couldn't keep dealing with him badmouthing all of us constantly...So I simply injested all the alcohol I could find to drown it out a little.

I sat on a flipped over speaker, swinging my legs in boredom as Manson was barking some sort of order at Zepp. When suddenly, I caught a glimpse of two mischievous boys in the corner of my eye.

I stood up, hearing my platform boots echo slightly across the stage as I made my way over to where Twiggy and Zim Zum were.

"And what do you think you're doing?" I asked, sternly, clutching my hand onto Zim's shoulder. Both boys squeaked, turning around slowly with guilt plastered on their faces.

"N-nothing!" Twiggy whined and Zim Zum's blue gaze cast to the ground. I shoved them out of the way to notice a large wetness on the floor. "No! You didn't?!" I gasped. Zim began to giggle and Twiggy joined in. "How the fuck are we supposed to rehurse if you two go pissing all over the amps?!" I huffed, shaking my head. Twiggy shrugged. "We're so fucking bored." He groaned, crossing his arms. "Yeah! We don't even need soundcheck, We play the same songs every night!" Zim sighed. I rolled my eyes. "Just stay out of trouble, alright!" I warned before making my way back over to my keyboard. They did have a point...
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Zim Zum's P.O.V:

At last, soundcheck was over. Not that Twiggy and I did anything but fuck around the whole time anyway.

We were currently back in the bus, smothering our faces in ghastly makeup, attempting to appear even more morbid as our emaciated selves looked naturally.

I smeared red lipstick across my mouth and tucked my hair behind my ears. "I'm gonna smash my guitar tonight." I told Twiggy, enthusiastically. "Yeah, right!" He scoffed as he blackened his eyes. "Your guitars are like your babies, you freak out if you even get a scratch on 'em!"
I shrugged. "Whatever."

"Come on, dumbasses! Let's get this show on the road!" Zepp yelled with a clap of his hands. Me and Twigs made our way out of the cramped bathroom and waited for everyone else to casually stride out. I sighed. Every day on tour was as painstakingly boring as the last.

At least I got to finger bang the fuck out of my guitar again that night. That was the only fun part of these dragging days...