Putting holes in happiness

Suicide girl

I finally got Evan out of our house an hour ago. I had Arvin (our live-in butler) shoo her away. He was happy to, she annoys him so much. Now, Manson and I sit in the den, our lamps are gone, Dita took them with her when the divorce went into affect. Now, we had stage-lighting, which was much more dramatic and interesting. Arvin pours us red absinthe, he's been told by Manson to keep the absinthe flowing. I take a sip, and then I pick up a red velvet Sprinkles cupcake from our box of Sprinkles cupcakes, and take a bite. Manson picks at a milk chocolate cupcake. Awww..the perfect dinner, cupcakes and red absinthe. No, I would not be sharing my Sprinkles with Evan. Finally,someone says something. Arvin comes in holding the phone.

"Ms.Dita is on the phone," he says, in that butler-way. Manson groans, and takes the phone.

"Yes?" Manson asks, with a mouth full of cupcake and absinthe.

(Pause, muffled Dita voice coming from the phone)

Manson's eyes widen, "what?"

Pause

Manson rolls his eyes, "you can't do that. I won't let you."

Long pause

"Heather, if you fucking do that to me-

Angry muffled voice

"NO!! YOU'RE OUT OF FUCKING LINE HOW DARE YOU!! SHE'S 20, YOU CAN'T CONTROL HER ANYMORE!!!!!" Manson then hangs up.

He looks at me sorrowfully,"she's trying to get you commited. She's hired a lawyer and filed a suit." Suddenly, my whole world collapsed, and I felt the room spin....

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I wake up cradled in Manson's arms. We sit on the floor.

"Did I faint?" I ask. Manson shakes his head, "oooh. Don't let them take me away!" I cry. I grip his shoulders and hug him, he squeezes me back. I feel tears in my eyes.

"DON'T LET THEM TAKE ME AWAY!!!!" I keep repeating.

"Shh..let's just take you to bed." he says, soothingly, "don't worry yourself over this." He lifts me up and carries me to the bed. I cry hysterically in his arms, as he sets me on the bed.

"She's evil!!! She can't do this! She can't!!" I scream. Manson shushes me somemore.

"I won't let her take you away from me again," he says firmly, "it'll be a cold day in hell before that bitch wins."

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The next day...

Lexa comes over, as she has heard what has happened. She says that she's taking me out for lunch. We go to a Panera's, and eat tuna salad sandwiches and soup.

"I'll tell you the truth, I never liked that Dita creature," she says, "sure she was nice, but she was fake."

"What if she succeeds and they put me away?" I ask.

"They can't put you away if you can prove that you live a normal, competentlife." she says, "the first thing you need to do is find a job."

"A job? What am I good at?" I ask.

"I don't know, what are you good at?" I think for a moment. I remember that I am a good sewer and clothing designer, but that would have to involve getting my GED and going to college. I am also a good writer. I wrote a review for a Radiohead concert that Manson took me to see, and they published it in "Rollingstone". I shrug.

"I would have to get my GED to start the careers that I am good at." I say.

"I have an idea," Lexa says suddenly, "why not apply to be a Suicide Girl?"

"A Suicide Girl?" I ask, "me?"

"Yes, you!" she says, smiling, "you're absolutely perfect for it with your pale skin, and platinum blond hair. We can dye your hair multi-colored and then you'd be great. Didn't you say a couple of weeks ago that you wanted to get a tattoo?" I smile.

"Oh yes," I say, remembering, "I want to get my date of birth and a dash tattooed on my wrist and a feather on my shoulder, and my initials on my lower back."

"Piercings?" I smile.

"Lip, but Manson would never go for it."

"He'll get used to it," she says.

"I'm not so sure if I'll end up getting the piercing or not, but the tattoos-definitely."