Smells Like Children (Maniggy: Marilyn Manson x Twiggy Ramirez)

Chapter 3

Twiggy's POV

Once the last bell rang I rush out of the school. I run out to the front of the school.

"Jeordie, hey!" I turn to see Marilyn. I let out a frustrated sigh. I need to get home, I'm worried. I walk over to Marilyn, I paste on a smile.

"Hi, Marilyn." I say.

"Hey, sorry for snapping at you earlier. Where you off to?"

"Home, I really should be heading now." And of coarse, I even fucking hint that I need to get there now, he pulls me down to sit with him on a bench. As charming and fun to be around him I need to get home.

"Sit for a while?" I nod no.

"Sorry, Marilyn. I need to just get home." He furrows his eyebrows.

"Why?"

"I-" I come up with a lie quickly. "I left the oven on." He laughs loudly. That was a terrible lie, I have to admit.

"Well," he stands up. "Better go take care of that oven." I smile at him and run off. I run down the street, take a right, take another right, and a left. I printed the directions in my memory as I was walking here earlier this morning.

I barge in the house.

"Mom?" I call out. I rush to her room. I place my lunchbox on the floor. "Mom, you asleep?"

"Jeordie, honey?" I go over to the bed. I kneel to her. She sits up and tucks a dread behind my ear.

"Youre fine?" She nods and hiccups. I sigh and go about my usual routine. I take all of the empty beer cans and clean up her throw up. "I worry about you, mom." I mumble as I clean.

"I know, honey, I'm trying to get better, you know that."

"Mmhm," I throw away cigarette buds and such. Ever since dad died mom has lost it. She's been really depressed. She does drugs, smokes, and drinks. Poor woman. Everyday I rush home and take care of her. I'm always worried that I'll find her passed out or in a fucking coma, like that other time. Since we don't really have money I just waited until she woke up, we don't have insurance for the hospital pay.

"I'm a terrible excuse for a mother." She whispers. I stop picking up and go to her. I hug her tightly.

"No, don't ever think that." I throw out the bags of garbage. "I love you, mom." She smiles sweetly at me.

I pick up my lunchbox from her room and go to my room. I place it on my dresser and curl up on my bed. I feel my bed sink in, I turn and see my cat. I pick her up and put her on my stomach.

"Hi, Victoria." She purrs and brushes against my chest. I pet her and look up at my ceiling. Tomorrow is school again, no. I know it's been one day of it but I'm exhausted. I try to fall asleep but it's too early to go to bed now. I eventually slip into sleep.

-Next Day-

I jump up from the startling noise of my alarm clock.

"I'm up," I mumble. I fall out of bed. I land on the cold wooden floor. "Fuck," I get up and go over to my dresser. I take off my day old green dress and put on a baby doll pink dress. I slip on my buckle boots. I slap on some makeup, again looks terrible since I have no skills at putting it on. I grab my lunchbox. I stuff some pieces of paper and a pencil. I tiptoe to my mom's bedroom. I plant a kiss on her forehead. I rush to the kitchen and put two bottles of water out on her nightstand. Hopefully she'll drink that today instead of her alcohol. I dream of the day she would.

I run out of the house and rush to school, hopefully I won't be late. I get there and no one is out on the front, or courtyard. I open up my lunchbox and take out my watch.

6:00

Wow, I'm really early. I aimlessly walk around until I find a comfortable place to sit. I eventually just sit where Marilyn and the gang were sitting at during lunch yesterday.

"Jerry, right?" I turn and see Daisy. I frown, Jerry?

"I-it's Jeordie."

"Ah, sorry about that, man." He sits next to me. He puts his acoustic guitar on his lap. He strums a little. "So, sitting with us today?"

"N-no, this guy invited me to sit with him today. Trevor." He scrunches his nose.

"Trevor, the faggot." He chuckles to himself. He continues to strum.

"He's not a faggot." I defend. He stops playing and looks up at me.

"Sure, the man is fucking gay, I respect that, but the fact he hides it with fucking anything with female organs."

"How does everyone know that." He shrugs.

"Marilyn, Madonna, Ginger and I used to be his friend. No one else knows but us." I nod slowly. He starts to play again.

"Daisy, dude." I look up and see Ginger. "What's up, Jeordie."

"He remembered my name." I tease Daisy. He pouts and crosses his arms.

"What did he call you, sweetie?" Ginger say and pets my head.

"He called me Jerry."

"Sorry!" Daisy says and raises his hands in defense.

"Jerry, what the fuck. It's not even close." Ginger laughs.

"Move fuckers." Madonna sits himself next to us.

"Fuck you." Daisy says and hits his shoulder. Ginger laughs.

"Okay, now you're asking for fuckin' trouble." Ginger says. "Never mess with Madonna." He whispers to me.

"Do that again and see what happens." Madonna warns.

"Love ya, man." Daisy plays badly on purpose.

"Just stop, Daisy." I say and giggle. He smirks. "When does Marilyn come?" I ask out of no where.

"Why do you care?" Ginger says. "Am I not enough to please you?" he pets my crotch. I hit his hand.

"No, I just wanna know."

"He's usually the first here." Daisy says.

"Speak of the devil." Madonna says and with that Marilyn comes to us.

"Hey," Marilyn looks straight at me and smiles. "Remembered to turn off your oven?" I giggle and nod. "Good." He sits with the rest of us. We wait out until the bell and walk into school.

Kinda short but hey. Keep reading please, vote/ comment. :) -Twiggy Way