-Famous+Last+Words

//Famous Last Words are usually dictated by a person who is currently dying. I am not one of those people. But what if i am to die tomorrow? I wouldn't want to, but we never know. Famous last words is going to be composed of some of the off the top of my head stories, and i hope you're all okay with it.// //So here are a few of my works.// //"Famous Last Words" is the song by My Chemical Romance that is giving me inspiration.// //-AlyceDarkHeart// //Post. Script. ::ALL STORIES ARE PURLEY FICTIONAL!//

It's all a lie. Every word i've spoken and every move that I've made. "And now she awakes!" The director calls from the right wing. But here in this small coffin i wont move. What the hell am i doing in this movie? I came to Hollywood for the pure acting, for a female lead like Marilyn Monroe. I clenched the gauzy gray dress. The heat from my hands rubbing my thighs. Damn Hollywood. "God dammit." The director mutters. He walks towards me, his heavy footsteps resounding through my head. His peers down at me from the to of the coffin. It's hardly two feet hight. I look up at him. "Look, Lola, get up or get out." "Sorry. The scene was so long i fell asleep." I am lying again. He shakes his head. The scar on his chin catching the light grotesqley. I feel the need to cringe, instead i smooth my dress out. "Alright, i guess tomorrow we'll take it from the top." "Thanks. Maybe revise the speaking roles again?" I try to shrug, the wood of the coffin cuts into me instead. The director helps me up. I don't bother remember his name. I wont be back tomorrow. "Hey Lola, wanna go to a party t'night?" I turn to find my co-star, Jacob. "Yeah why not?" I shrug. "I'll meet you there. Where is it?" "Downtown at Club Crymson." Jacob's black eyes glimmer. "Yeah sounds good. Meet ya there." I nod at Jacob and head off to my dressing room. "Seeya." I give a gentle wave before opening the door. Inside holds a leather couch, a black screen to change behind, a make up chair and huge mirrors lining every wall. I grab my purse and stock it with the some of the make up, then get changed. The black sparkely tank top fits snuggly and the tarten skirt barely passes my thighs. I feel dirty in this but my agent promises me that it's okay. In a fluid, practiced motion i grab my jacket and sling it over my arms. Tonight there are no soft knocks on mt door asking for favors. After the last refusal and punch to the groin, the director has given up on me. I pull my bag over my shoulder and knot my hair. It's easy to keep out of my face now.
 * __//BEAUTIFUL LIE:://__**
 * __//Date: 7/12/2011//__**
 * __//Time: 1:20 a.m.//__**

As i near my Porsche something speaks in me. I can see my reflection. It's dark, my eyes are dead, my skin hallow and pallid. "What have they done to you?" i ask myself. The girl can only stare at me in sadness. "You have done this to yourself." A man's voice echoes through the parking structure. "Who are you?" I wheel around until i face an old man with dark glasses covering most of his face. He has snow white hair tied back with a leather cord. He has what looks to be a very expensive suit on. His leather shoes scuff the concrete floor as he walks closer. "I am the Hollywood Manager." "W-What?" I stumble back against my car, my hands searching for the shiny black handle. "We suck the life out of you," He breathes in deeply. "The starlets are life. The has beens are thrown away like used coffee grounds. But you," He lowly groans and approches closer. The deep trenches of his wrinkles begin to fade. "Just being around you makes me younger. All the drugs you've inhaled." He taps my nose. "They feed us." "Why are you saying this?!" "Because if they ever find you, they wont believe you. All you are to the public is a coked out, knocked out, junkie who makes millions and can snuff crushed diamonds. That's all you ever are to them." He smiled cruelly. I clench my hands into fists. "That's not true." "You know it is." He whispers, leaning close and his breath smells like peppermint. He sharply turns away. His hair now a sleek black. A dark car pulls up. Tinted windows and dark paint. There is no liscense plate. He gets in and blows me a kiss before closing the door. "WAIT!" I try calling but the car has roared off. I feel tears pooling and swipe them away angrily. I am shaken by what he's said. How can he-? What was he? I flip the visor down, looking at my smeared mascara. Carefully i apply it, my hands are shaking and im afraid i may poke my eye out.

As i get to the club Jacob is waiting for me. A group of his friends are as well. "Hey hey. What's up Miss Lola?" One of his friends hooks and arm around my neck. I fake a smile and grin at him. "You're Ben right? The funny one!" Fake smile. Fake tan. Fake laugh. Fake nails. Fake money, Fake life. I am playing pretend. //__"All you are to the public is a coked out, knocked out, junkie who makes millions and can snuff crushed diamonds. That's all you ever are to them."__// I watch the interactions around me. Women grinding on men. Men lying to women. Women arguing. People smoking. People dying. With a cry i get up. "Hey, what's wrong Lolola." Rick, another of Jacob's friends grasps my wrists. I remember how much i hate that. My lips twitch in irritation. //__"All you are to the public is a coked out, knocked out, junkie who makes millions and can snuff crushed diamonds. That's all you ever are to them."__// "Yeah," I give a little giggle and shrug. "I just have to use the girls room." I smile and walk away. Towards the blood red door. With tears in my eyes i push it open, i leave the noise of the club behind and the bathroom is almost deathly quiet. I feel deaf for a minute. The bass reverbets throughout this room. Some poor girl is positiioned over the toilet. It's only eleven. Another girl, this time my age is leaning over the sink. When she turns i can see white powder under her nose. I shake my head. She snorts at me. "What? Are you straightedge?" "They're taking away from you. Please. Don't end up like that. Go home and get clean!" I say coming closer. The man's voice coming in clear.C__//oked out, knocked out, junkie who makes millions and can snuff crushed diamonds.//__ "Nah. You can't be straightedge. You're too screwed up right now." She smirks and pats my shoulder. "You try and get clean." I shake my head, my lips twisitng in an ugly smile. Tears pour down my face. My mascara is ruined. But i don't htink i care anymore. The girl pulls her head from the toilet. I sink down to the sinks level. Breathing in the soapy fumes from it. The door opens then, letting in the pounding music. I realize i have a headache. "No you ask!" A low voice snickers. "No, you were wondering-" "Alright, alright," A snort and then i feel a tap on my shoulder. In the mirror i watch as i turn around and face them. "Yes?" "Are you Lola Brio? The new star in that movie?" Her blue eyes shine bright. I nod, trying to appear calm. I feel a new rush of tears. "Oh my God." The girl has long black hair. It's teased into curls and she turns to her blonde friend. They giggle. "She looks so much older in person." "It's photoshop." The blond says. I want to throttle her with the pink scarf around her neck. "Hey, will you two do my a favor?" I ask suddenly. "Sure. What is it?" The black haired girl snickers. The blonde smiles. "Can you take my friend home? She's the one over the toilet. She's a virgin to alcahole. Take her to Hotel Bella Murte. It's where we're staying. Make sure she gets room 421." I am lying again. But this girl needs some help. I have told them where i am staying and if the manager asks any questions im hoping they'll lie too. "Umm...okay." "Yeah oh, and here's fifty bucks each." I say, handing over my key card to the hotel and the hundred bucks. Let them have the money. "Sure uh, yeah." They grin at eachother. "What's her name?" "Rachel." I say quickly. Thinking of my sister back in Nevada. If i ever go back im going to hug her twice for this girl. "C'mon Rachel. Let's get you home." I watch the three of them walk out. I am alone again. It's time for something to end. I need a new beginning. His words have grown stronger and i can feel them richocheing through my mind. I fall to my knees, my bag skittering on the ground. I grab the counter for support. I can feel the crystals of the white powder on that girls nose. I slip off, On my stomach a sob rips through me. "What have i become?" //What have i become!?// His words won't stop. I am now nothing. I am washed up. I grasp for my bag, the handle is just out of reach. For a few feet i belly crawl up to it. Inside the most intimate pockets my hand touches the cold metal. I pull out the revolver, it's heavy in my hand. But the bullet with be heavier in my head. I pull the shiny metal to my head. It's cold skin is nice to fight against my headache. I think i may have a fever as well. I hope the shooting for the movie goes well tomorrow. I hope Jacob doesn't think i don't care. I let my finger rest on the trigger. The barrel pointed at my temple. I hope my family is okay. I hope that girl is okay. I hope they never find my body. I am just a beautiful lie. Everything about me was fake. I apply more pressure, squeezing slightly. And apply more.... And then**-**
 * //__"All you are to the public is a coked out, knocked out, junkie who makes millions and can snuff crushed diamonds. That's all you ever are to them."__//**
 * //__"All you are to the public is a coked out, knocked out, junkie who makes millions and can snuff crushed diamonds. That's all you ever are to them."__//**
 * //__"All you are to the public is a coked out, knocked out, junkie who makes millions and can snuff crushed diamonds. That's all you ever are to them."__//**

That night i told her i was bi-polar. She meerly laughed. Being bi-polar doesn't mean i have mood swings- no it also means that I'm a manic drepressive. They didn't believe. I sat on the bed, clenching my fists and trying not to scream my heart out. My father would believe me. Yes he would. He was there one time. When i screamed at him. Why had he abandoned us? Why wasn't he there? And it would explain all of my sudden urges. Urges to lay on the floor and cry. Push a fist through drywall and lay down in a road so a car could end me. All of it so sudden and so bad. Yet they can't believe me. Am i really that hard to take seriously? I stare at the pink paint on my walls and watch as other colors mingle in with it. I can hear my mother arguing with David, my smaller brother. And can hear Veronica talking to her boyfriend on the phone. And then there's me. Vada. I shoot a glance at the waves outside the beach house. Waves toss and turn with a steal gray commotion.
 * THE TIDE**
 * 8-18-11**
 * 1:57 a.m.**

I watch as Veronica sneaks out of the house that night. She looks beautiful in the moonlight. "When's dad coming back?" David tugs on my shirtsleeve. I look down at him. He never goes to bed on time. I take his hand and pull him back to my bed. He curls up, thumb in mouth. "Night Davey." I croon. He smiles. "You didn't answer me." "I dont know." I try. But i know. Dad's not coming back. Ever. That night, after David sleeps, I go into the kicthen. Creeping through the hall until i hit linolium. I call Mason. He whispers feircly into the phone. "Vada is that you?" "Come get me. I want to leave." "Are...are you sure?" I nod, but he can't see that. I peek out of the dimly lit kitchen and into the living room. Mom is asleep on the couch. Her face is pale and gaunt. She doesn't care. "Yes. Please." "Is David...?" "David knows better. He's waiting for dad." "Shouldn't he...?" Mason leaves the question unfinished. He knows how much it hurts me.