Hold me like you held on to life when all fears came alive and entombed me

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Unlike the other girls her age that would wake up with out a killer hang over, Marilyn didn't even open her eyes as she slammed her hand down on the alarm clock. The aggressive 18 year old, still not opening her eyes, threw the covers off of her too skinny frame and placed her feet on the warm, soft, horribly stained carpet. The only time she opened her eyes was when she stepped on broken glass from one of the bottles she had been drinking from last night. Groaning in pain, she sat down on the bed which was covered in clothes (some was kicked to the floor, but most of it managed to stay on the bed), and started to pick the glass from her foot off. Her brother then walked into the room, smirking.

“This is why you should never drink the night before your first day at University, huh?” he asked. His little sister looked up at him and glared, however when his words sunk in, she jumped up again, the glass going deeper in.

“Shit! Why didn't you remind me last night?” she asked him, her eyes wide before she sat back down onto the bed, quickly taking the glass out and grabbing a bandage she always had near her before wrapping her foot in it.

“I've gotta get every one out of the house” she said, running her fingers through her hair that was unwashed.

“Dont worry, Ive already done that. Just go have a shower and get out of here, you stink” he said then turned on his heel and walked away.

“How very mature,” Mary said and rolled her eyes. However she knew it was true. She smelt of beer and cigerettes. There wouldn't be enough perfume on Earth to cover up the smell. Groaning, she knew that the clothes she was wearing just wouldn't do.

She took off the clothes while she walked to the bathroom the was added onto the bedroom as an ensuite, considering she had the Master Bedroom. She turned ont he water and got in.

Fifteen minutes later she was all dry and dressed, wringing the water out of her hair and attacking it with a blowdryer. Soon enough she was all ready, except for the make up. However she found she liked the way it looked when it was applied while she was travelling on public transport. Messy. She loved messy, which is what she did with her hair, messed it up.

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Soon enough she arrived at the university, the book bag carrying what it was supposed to. Books. She was majoring in philosophy. She was planning on becoming a professer herself, nothing else sounding nearly good enough for the song writer named after an icon called Marilyn Monroe.

Groaning, she looked down at the map and rolled her eyes to find it was almost on the other side of campus, another fifteen minute walk. With the music blasting in her eyes from her expensive head phones writing had basically given her, she quickly got there in just under ten minutes at the faster pace. One minute to spare.

Looking around at the lecture hall, every one was so much closer to where the lecturer would be. That wasn't her style. Instead she moved up the back. The last seat in the very back row was available to her, and it was next to an older, and sexier man she had ever seen.

He'll do. she thought to herself, slamming the folded chair seat down and sitting down on it quickly before bringing up the desk in front of her. She got herself comfortable and started to get ready for the class.

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Ville Valo stared at himself in the mirror. His band him was taking a break so he could follow his dream and learn about philosophy. His favorite thing in the entire world other than music of course. He ran a brush through his tangled long brown hair then rubbed his eye gently.

He had just gotten out of the shower and decided to let his hair dry as he walked to the university he was to attend. He grabbed one of his dingy black jackets and slipped on his black combat boot styled shoes. He walked to the door and placed his large hand around the cool surface of the silver knob pulling the door open with a loud creak.

He stepped out into the cold air of the day and closed the door of his house behind him. He walked down the side walk. the bottom of his boots scrapping against the side walk. as he neared the University he looked down to his watch 20 minutes early. He rubbed the back of his neck and continued to where the classroom was. He walked up the stairs and sat towards the back of the rather dark classroom.

As he looked around he noticed that he was the eldest there aside from the professor At the age of 36 he supposed it was rather rare for someone to bother going to college. As he was lost in his thoughts a young woman sat down next to him there was no possible way that she was older than 20. He looked to her curiously then to the clock. She was rather lucky the bell was to ring in 30 seconds.

" Hello I am Ville Valo and you?" He cocked his eyebrow curiously at the woman then gave her a half smile. He held out his hand to her to be shaken as a proper hello. Whether the girl took it or not didn't really matter to him it was just simply polite.

Headphones muted and around her neck, she sighed as the sound of chitter chatter reached her ears. One of the two girls in front of her seemed interesting so Marilyn decided to zone into the conversation, hoping to hear an interesting debate on the ethics of the world, but no. Not even close. Even the girl with the thick glasses was talking shallowly about a dress she bought.

“Yeah, Daddy got me this dress, but didn't think about the fact that I need heels to match it!”

The whiny voice was quickly interrupted before starting another annoying sentence, by no other than Marilyn with the gravelly voice that belonged to no other female but her.
“Dude, seriously? The moment you step in here, you should only allow deep and dangerous thoughts to come out of your mouth. Not that crap” she snapped.

Instead of replying the woman just moved her mouth silently. If words were coming out, Mary probably would have hit her. The words were, at best, horribly mean. Marilyn decided to ignore it, about to grab her books out when she heard a deep voice that could make anyone instantly attractive. It can not belong to him, she thought. However she turned that way slowly to see the attractive voice did indeed come from the already attractive man. That didn't really seem fair. However, she decided to be polite for once.

“Marilyn Fox, but you can call me Mary” the all woman said, and quite boldly too.
“I hope your conversations will be more stimulating than these too” she said, jerking her head to the girls on the level below them. She reached out and shook his hand, calloused from guitar. Firm. “Im guessing you play an instrument. Your hands are quite tough, and if I know any kind of hands, its a musicians hands”

Ville chuckled a bit at the girls reaction to the two in front of them. It wasn't exactly how he would tell them to be quiet but, it was rather efficient. He rubbed his head messing up his hair a tad bit more than normal then he me smiled as the young woman took his hand. Her hands were soft yet firm. She had to have played an instrument or something. It seemed she had the same thought for the next thing she spoke about was how he must have played an instrument.

He smirked then let go of her hand placing his back in his lap. " Yes, I do I play the guitar as well as sing for my Band. I believe you play something as well...or your just a working girl...either way nice to meet you" He turned to the two girls in front of them who were staring dreamily at him " As for you two I can't say the same...go about your own business please" He gave them a curt nod then turned back to Mary.

" I like your name...I also like the fact that you have a Marilyn Monroe tattoo...very nice" He gave her a bit of a wink then opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by one of the girls in front of them yet again " ew how can you like that it's so unattractive what about when she is old?"

Their voices went through him like nails on a chalk board as he turned trying not to rip their heads off. " Well, in case you are blind..I have tattoos myself and I am sure she will age beautifully...unlike the two of you...I suspect your breasts will be to the floor by the age of oh...I said 30 " He gave them another polite smile and turned to Marilyn once more.

" So, what brings you here...I come due to my love of the starts and space and such " He smiled a bit then locked eye with her.


( I said and such due to the fact that I am not a philosophy major and all I know is stars XD unless that is a different study o-o if so just change it to what it actually is )

The mans thick accent would've made any girl melt, but the rather cautious Marilyn really did stand her ground, just being friendly and not thinking about taking him back to her place. She looked into his eyes , her own beautiful ones staring back into his. Her blue eyes, his green. Two beautiful eye colors mixing together. They were definitely two beautiful human beings.

As he let go of her hand, she took hers away and ran her fingers through her bleached hair. “I play many instruments actually,” she said with a shrug. He seemed familiar, but she couldn't quite place it. “Well, bands are pretty cool, but you know the chances of actually making it big are horrible, kind of put me off starting one” she said and shrugged. “However, I am a working girl too. Im fixing up a Antique B Model Mack truck, changing it to a pick up. Just one of my many projects” she said as she smiled.

As he told the girls to mind their own business, she couldn't help but let out a quiet laugh. “Well, you may like my name, but I Like your style...those boots are probably the hottest things Ive seen in a while” she admitted with a slight smile, looking down at them. “Plus, telling a bunch of girls to get their nose out of your business, its always fun to watch” she said and shrugged. As he mentioned the tattoo, she looked down at it and grinned. “Thanks. Its only four months old. However its not my newest addition,” she said and put her arm down as she had raised it to look at the tattoo.

As the girls chimed in again and basically said one of the only things that could bother Marilyn, she glared. Ville soon chimed in. Listening, she laughed again as she said that she would age beautifully. “Well Im glad you think so, its a very nice thing to say. I can handle myself though” she said with a wink.

As the age old question came up on WHY you could possibly be there to study philosophy, Marilyn didn't even need to think of how to answer. “Well, I want to teach it one day. I mean sure, math and crap is useful but Philosiphy is the only subject keeping us from staying in the same unethical rut for the rest of our lives. Ever since I went vegan, philosophy is the only thing that truly gets me to enjoy studying”


“What about you? I mean, no offence, but youre almost the same age as the proffesser down there...although, thats kind of attractive, not going to lie” she said and shrugged like the comment meant nothing.

Ville laughed at the look on the girls face " I am here for the same reason that and my band just got back from a world tour and wanted to take a break....I find philosophy rather en-lighting" he took a deep breathe as though breathing fresh air. he gave her a crooked smile then looked over the rest of her tattoos.

" Oh I am 36 by the way...not that old ( he's as old as my mom )" He smiled then looked toward the front of the room where the professor was going over the old ' if a tree falls and no one is there does it make a sound ' question.

He let out a sigh not his favorite question. He turned back to the girl and smiled " I am the lead singer of HIM. We are pretty popular...well we don't get played on the pop station of the radio lets just say that " He thought over something in his head then looked back to her .

" You don't look like the pop listening to type " He laughed a bit then took up his pencil twirling it in his hand. " I am just taking this to expand my already vast knowledge " He winked at her jokingly. The girl was beautiful but, he wasn't sure on the age laws in this country.

" Well....this is incredibly boring....I was hoping to talk about life....not a tree falling" he spoke quietly more or less to himself surprised that the two in front of him were in this class they seemed especially idiotic.

As she heard the words ‘World Tour', she froze. As a musician, how could she have not? It wasn't every day you would be in the same class, sitting next to and getting familiar with some one who had just came back from a world tour. She definitely felt stupid about her comment on how impossible it was to get famous. As he looked at her body, she too did the same. Just the tattoos, his pretty face is safe she thought to herself and looked up at him. “Well, thats pretty cool actually, whats your bands name?” she asked, not expecting to hear a band she knew.

When he spoke about his age, she rolled her eyes. “Dont needa justify it man. I think its wicked. Besides, philosophy isn't something young people should just pick up. Half the people in this class chose it because they were hoping to skate on by. Thankfully its my major,” she said with a smile. “And the professer is no older than thirty five, no way.” She said, leaning in closer, almost touching her arm with his to comfortably take notes on something she knew already.

When she heard the name though, she dropped the pen from shock as it rolled off the table. “Crap, wow....HIM? I love the piano melodies you guys have. I heard you play drums, bass, guitar, piano, and all this other stuff. No wonder your hands are so tough” she said with a small smile. She had completely forgotten about the dropped pen.

“Youre right though, I don't listen to pop. I find it unstimulating, and others are cool with that, I just think theres more to music than catchy tunes.” She said then shrugged. With his answer on why he was taking this class, her smile grew.

“Well, if you were younger I would've asked you out by now,” she joked, her facial expressions showing that was obvious. Boys and her didn't get along, which was why she had only ever dated other females and she definitely wasn't shy about it.

Even listening to him complain about the subject matter was worth while with the low voice and the thick accent. “Well he's just trying to get all the riff raff to cut the class. Im sure by the end of the week we'll get into something more serious. I cant wait until the eating meat conversation comes up” she said with a smile.

“God, I could kill for a cigarette right now though,” Marilyn groaned, throwing her head back. “I cant remember the last time I had one...it would've been more than ten hours ago” she continued to complain. “And this campus has no designated smoking areas, the pricks”

Like Ville, she was a chain smoker.

Ville laughed a bit then looked into her eyes once more " I'd like you to know I was looking at your tattoos not your chest or anything like that...." he gave her another smile. What she said next shocked him a bit this girl had some spunk. He raised his eyebrows in surprise. " Well I am flattered but, we just met not even ten minutes ago " he laughed a bit then cocked his eyebrow.

" I smoke but they aren't ..pricks for not having smoking areas. It's illegal for school to have smoking areas next to the buildings...." He nodded a bit a little upset that she wasn't to understanding when it came to things like that. He did want a smoke but, he wouldn't insult them for following the stupid american laws.

" It's not the schools fault because of the laws...of course it's good they have them..without the this country would be wild. " He chuckled at the thought of the two in front of him being 'wild' then turned back to Mary. " Hell even the girls in front of us would be off the rails crazy. Or dead " he ran a hand through his hair and sighed softly the class would be over in a few moments and he hadn't learned a damned thing.

He stared at the clock for a moment " Would you like to have lunch after class...you are the only person who has really talked to me..." he smiled again the thought of spending time with her outside of school gave him a strange feeling he wasn't used to.

“I know you weren't, otherwise your nose would be bleeding right now. Dont worry, don't needa explain anything to me...plus, Im proud of the tattoos. Spent way too much getting them done to be honest” she said and rolled her eyes as she looked at the flower with the petals falling off. Three petals, one for each year her mother had cancer. She had gotten the tattoo at the young age of sixteen to match her mothers flower tattoos. He was quite a funny guy, she wasn't expecting to walk into philosophy and walk out with a few laughs however she definitely found the one guy in the entire class worth talking to rather quickly.

Marilyn listened to Ville's speech about the laws in America. She rolled her eyes, but waited until he finished with his little rant. With any other guy it would've been annoying, but this man was attractive. Everything about him was attractive, even his rants that disagreed with her own. She found that she could live with it, and least in class. That didn't stop her from replying her point of view though, nothing would stop that.

“I know, I know, I know...laws and all that crap. Blah blah blah. Still, I don't think its too much to ask that we could have one little corner far away from anyone who doesn't smoke so that we can pollute our lungs in peace. Plus, Ive seen the expected work load for this class alone, Ill be doing alot of smoking” she said and rolled her eyes. She looked down at the two girls in front of them. “It wouldn't be too bad, seeing how they would react to anarchy. Im also studying psychology. It would be interesting to say the least,” she insisted just in time for the class to be dismissed. She took out a recording device that had been going in her bag, just picking up the lecture.

“You better get one of these play back things, they'll save your life,” she insisted and smiled.

She put all the books back in her black shoulder bag, then put down the desk and stood up. As he asked if she'd like to have lunch, she nodded her head. “Sure, I can understand that. I know this awesome place around the corner, and they have a room you can smoke in out the back, if youre interested?” she asked with a smile. “Its rather dark and dingy, but its kinda cool...” she said with a shrug,

He smiled " Why Dark and Dingy that's my favorite kind of dark how did you know" He laughed a tad bit grabbing his side bag and slinging it over his shoulder. After it was safely strapped there he shoved his hands in his pocket the looked at the girl " Lead the way Miss Mary " he smiled and followed as she moved along.

" I doubt I'd have a nose bleed....I am not a perv....Yes you are attractive but, I have seen so many women over there years I am used to it by now...." He smiled teasing her playfully hoping not to hurt her feelings to bad after all she was nearly a child. A very a attractive child. Thinking this made him feel like a bit of a molester. He shook the thought out of his head then looked to her.

As they walked along he grabbed a ciggy and lit it smoking as they went. " So do you listen to my music or no? I won't be offended if you don't I am just curious" He figured she would say yes but, that was ok to. He just wished he could meet a mellow girl that liked him not for his music but himself