Evidence

An eternity with omega?

Anyway, I've survived a few weeks here so far, and I really miss Manson. Today, I have decided to try to call him. The phone here isn't off limits to patients as it was in the place I was last locked up in. So, I went to the game room where they keep the phone. It was a phone booth like room and I ran someone down before they could get in. That someone was my roomate, a very big fan of Marilyn Manson. She had a nose piercing, lip piercing, and her ears pierced 10 times each. Once, I asked her if all those piercings hurt, then she laughed at me. This time, she wasn't laughing. But, she doesn't know that my best friend is her "future husband", and if she did, she wouldn't be so pissed at me. (I'd rather have her be Manson's wife than Dita any day.) I dialed the numbers for Manson's home phone, but no one picked up. So, then I dialed the numbers for Manson's cell phone. He picked up, luckily. I didn't have to resort to Dita's cell phone.

"Hello?" He asked irritated.

"Happy Halloween," I said, nervously. I hoped that he wasn't still mad at me.

"Leonore?" He asked, surprised, "I thought that they were calling to tell me that you had escaped."

"No, I will though. Where are you?" I asked.

"My art gallery, I'm opening it. Then, I'm going to perform on Jay Leno, so you should stay where you're at; I won't be where I am for long." Manson said, sounding angry and in a hurry.

"Well, I want to see you. Will you come here when you're not busy then?" I asked.

"NO." He said.

"Why?" I asked, surprised.

"I'm very mad at you right now, you put me through Hell when you ran off. I know that you can't help the way you are, but I'll see you when you get out of there."

"why do I have to wait until they release me to see you?" I asked.

"You know why," He said.

"No, I don't."

"Oh, Leonore, I just explained it to you." Then, he hung up. I stared at the phone for a while until I looked up and saw my roomate, Callie banging on the door.

"LEONORE!!!!" She yelled angrily, "I have to call my boyfriend!" It seemed like everyone was angry at me now. I gently set the phone down and left the room. I didn't want her to see me crying, so I hid my face away from her.

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That night, I fell into Omega's world again. He heard me crying and summoned me.

"I told you," he said gently, "all he'd ever do was hurt you."

"You were right," I sighed,"can I stay here?"

"Of course," he answered, "but you'd have to kill yourself."

"I will, anything to get away from them all. I'm afraid that they'll never let me out, and Manson will never want to see me again."

"Even if they let you out, he still won't want to see you again."

"Why?!" I yelled, "he knows that I ran away for him!"

"But, he doesn't love you," Omega sighed, "he takes you for granted. Now, you must show him that you won't always be around when he remembers you."

"I'm scared," I confessed,"I've never tried to commit suicide before."

"Aww, it's not that bad," he replied, "you'll get to spend eternity with me and I promise that you won't be porcelain for all of eternity either."

"Why am I porcelain anyway?" I asked, changing the subject.

"It's a side effect of other-dimension travel," he said. I nodded, and left it at that.

"Well, do you want to have a tea party?" He asked, cheerfully.

"Sure," He snapped his fingers and a tea kettle, china cups, a plate of brightly colored cup cakes and cookies, and a chocolate cake appeared in front of us. It wasn't what you thought of when you saw Manson, but it looked good, and I was lonely. He sighed and poured me a cup of tea. Then, he snapped his fingers and other living dolls appeared in the chairs around us.

"It's so nice to have you back," he said, casually, "I don't know how I'll ever let you leave me now."

"I don't want to leave you," I said truthfully. For the first time, I wanted to stay with Omega and his constant attention forever. He lifted my hand up and kissed the top of it. His lips left purple/pink smudges on my hand. I picked up a cookie and took a bite. Chocolate chip, my favorite. He smiled as he watched me slice the cake.

"Do you want a piece?" I asked, placing a piece with an icing flower on my china plate. He shook his head.

"I prefer a cupcake. Then, he grabbed a cupcake and stuffed the whole thing in his mouth. I laughed at the pink and blue icing and chocolate crumbs around his mouth.

"Wha?" He asked, his mouth full of cupcake.

"Nothing," I sighed and took a sip of my tea. Then, I ate a cupcake before he could eat them all. By the time I touched the cupcake plate, there were only three left. He took a peanutbutter cookie and chewed on it noisely.

Then, when everything was gone, he made me drink the potion that I have to drink after eating.

"Why must I always drink this?" I asked, gesturing to the purple bottle he kept it in.

"It keeps you from getting sick." He said, "But, now you must return back to that awful place before anyone notices that you're gone." He snapped his fingers and I awoke in the boring white room. It was dark out the barred window, and Callie was snoring in the bed across from me. I turned and tried to get back to sleep, but I couldn't. I didn't want to have to take a sleeping pill. Then, I would refuse to take it and they'd just inject the sleeping stuff into me. And, I hate needles. I heard somebody's foot steps come down the hall. I quietly turned to the corner so that they couldn't see my face and breathed steadily. She peeked at Callie, then me, then left us to check the rooms next to us.