Heart Breaker

Wendy woke up to the mind numbing bass lines of Van Halen's 'Running with the devil'.Oh shit,She thought to herself as she realised it was her alarm clock.She shot up only to hit her head on the cool brass lion's foot on the death trap she called a bed.

"Fucking antiques."She mumbled,Pulling herself up off the floor,Her pink and black polka dotted dress pooled at her hips,Her panties wedged tightly in her ass.She pushed her long blonde and pink hair out her big brown eyes and looked around.
Her head was killing her,her body ached and she felt like puking....It was gonna be a long day.

She slowly hobbled to the master bathroom,Avoiding the many boxes and displaced furniture on her way,She had just moved into her first house...Well first mansion,And had yet to put her pathetic belongings away.She thought to herself that she would rather burn them,then face who she was.In her mind this house was the symbol of the new Wendy Heart,A best selling writer and singer actually being credited as the next courtney love,A punk rock pin up rivaled by no one,musically or ahstetically.Not the down home country girl turned drug addict stripper,She was hollywood's newest fallen angel,Rough and raged on the outside but sweet and lovable on the inside.Just as the Jeffersons had in the seventies she was moving on up,Into her deluxe apartment in the sky...Well 2 million dollar mansion in the hollywood hills...

She Stumbled down the small steps into the huge bathroom,Thinking to herself how she used to live in a studio apartment roughly the same size.
She sat down on the toilet and thought about what she was going to wear to tommorrow nights award show...She had to seem non comformist and honest looking....A ripped 50's prom dress with stripper heels and a ragged cardigan would be lovely,Then she looked down at her legs.Sidetracked she stared at them,Her bruised and battered thighs and arms,The old slash marks and needle pokes.Barbie never had bruises.
"Why cant I ever be perfect."She said out loud,Water begining to fill her eyes.
She stood up when she had finished and walked to her huge closet,Which was twice the size of her bathroom.
She walked around the racks of shoes and and clothes,Stroking and picking at fabric,and running her fingers across the wood panneling.She came to the huge mirror covering the wall on the far side of the room,She stared at herself,mouthing the words,'Partied out'.She was in slight disbelief that it was really her,Thinking for just a moment that it was some imposter,broken into her house and tried on her clothes,mimicing her exact movements.But no,The rail thin tattooed delinquant in chanel was her.
Wendy spun around and flipped on the stereo on the wall,Aw,She thought,Rancid.The song was her favorite,'Salvation',Cause she could kinda get it.

Throwing off her dress she pulled her tight leather jacket over her shoulders and zipped it up,Picking up a pair of leopard shorts and grabbing her red patent doc martens she walked out the door and back into her room,She picked up the bag of cookies on her nightstand and stuffed one in her mouth,then threw herself on her bed.She pulled her first boot on,falling backwards,But instead of landing on nice comfy fluffy bed she hit something very cold and very hard.
Wendy Jumped up,Tripping over her unlaced boot.
"Who the fuck are you!"She screamed grabbing a large pocket knife off the dresser behind her.

The person didnt seem to move,So she Slowly approached.
"Hello?"She asked"Please dont kill me"She muttered cynically as she tapped the body....But still nothing.Becoming more brazen she pushed the person onto their back...They were blue and motionless,Striking green eyes staring at her...She screamed and dropped the knife,Imediatly picking up the phone and dialing 911.