"Get up little fucker," my roomate Harmony yells. I throw my pillow at her. "It's three in the afternoon, why on earth are you waking me up?" She laughs and replies "Sorry to wake you princess Gwendolyn, but I thought you might want to get ready. After all, tonight you're going to meet your prince!" My prince? What drug is she on? Then I remember, and jump out of bed and sprint to the bathroom as fast as I can. "WHY didn't you get me up sooner," I yelled at her. She sighed, "Some of us have jobs, you know." I laughed and started putting on my pale, almost white foundation. Tonight is the night I've been waiting for for months, when I finally get to see my idol on stage. As I start to outline my eyes I can already feel myself becoming giddy, like a child on Christmas eve. Only this was better, so much better.
After I am satisfied that my makeup looks perfect I check the clock on my bedside table and it's already five! I scamper over to my closet and select ablack ripped up tank top, a pair of dark red ripped jeans that would match perfectly with my red hair, and my favorite pair of demonias. I rush back to the bathroom to finish teasing my hair and putting in white contacts over my blue eyes. I check the clock once more, and it is five thirty. Perfect! I decide on a black leather jacket with patches of bands all over the back and shove my phone, ticket, and wallet into the pockets. "Seeya later Harmony," I call out hoping she'll hear me. "Bye Gwen! Be a good girl, " she chimes. I snort, "Fat chance!" And with that I slam the door and am on my way.
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All the drugs in this world won't save her from herself
FanfictionGwen was at one of Marilyn Manson's concerts when she fainted and was trampled on the ground. The band found her and took her in as their own. But will Gwen choose to stay with them?
