All I could hear was my breath, and my heartbeat. Izani, sleeping on my chest peacefully. I was starring at the dark ceiling of my bedroom. 'Why do you tie yourself up in these things?' I couldn't resist. I slipped out of bed and snuck across the room. Grabbing a robe, the business card and my iPhone. I walked out of the bedroom and down the stairs. Listening to the dial tones I sculded myself. "Why are you doing this? Stop pressing the buttons, your gonna fuck yourself over." I pressed the call button and put it on my ear.
Ring ring, Ring ring. "-hello?" A very groggy woman's voice answered. I looked at the time as I walked into my kitchen. "Oh shit, its 2:30..."
"Excuse me?" She questioningly asked.
"Oh sorry. My name is Marilyn. I ran into your sister earlier-" she started giggling. "Ah..what?" I kind of snickered.
"Yeah, Ashley warned me you would be calling, Marilyn. Sure, I'll take your pictures."
"Well, that was easy."
"Yeah, i'll see you tomorrow night at 12:00." And then she hung up.
I tried to walk slyly back into the room. But Lily let out a loud alerting call. "Shh!!! Lily no!" I shouted at the cat through a hushed whisper. Izani leaned up in bed, with that passed out drunk black head look.
"Marilyn?" She rubbed her eyes. "Where were you?"
"I had to make a call back to Twiggy, babe. Its fine though." I got under the comforters and began to pull her towards me.
"But bab-" her talking was muffled by my armpit as I rolled on top of her and fell asleep.
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A Fallen $tar
FanficYou go through the raw ups and downs of Marilyn Manson's life, with a few twists of my own imagination.
