Warning: Lots and lots of sick shit.
I was asked to write a short monologue for my interview on Friday.
Catherine. A bullshit name given to me by a bullshit mother. You want to know how I became a famous actress? I'll tell you. But don't sew me if you bleed from the ears or because I curse every now and then. I actually curse a lot. I've always been better at fucking then screwing.
So I started off as an insipiring young rockstar. Thats right kids, drop the fuck out of highschool and join a rockband. I was young and hot and I knew it. Acting or modeling never appealed to me because, lets face it, I wanted the wild life. I didn't want to sit in front of a fuckin camera that sat infront of a sick erection that layed infront of a 45 year old pervert. and I didn't want to pretend I was someone I wasn't, well, back then anyway.
Actually, fuck a monologue. I'll work on that later.
I think I might actually just describe in more detail how I became the woman I am today.
So me , a couple lesbians and this hot drummer made up,"TrashKickers". One day before rehersal I had gone early to the little joint we rented out 3 times a week. The drummer, Jonny, was there. Jonny was a 26 year old guy with long black hair, what a fuckin rockstar, I thought. I was 16.
"What's that?" he asked me. "You've got blood on your arms"
I looked down at the scars on my forearms, ya... thats right fuckers, I cut myself. I was bored, wanted to see what the fuckin hype was and found a boxcutter just to boxcut away.
"Ya, nothing" I remember staring at him and thinking, my god this guy must have a huge cock.
I had learned to think like a rockstar, since I so passionately wanted to become one.
"I like blood, can I take a look?"
He ended up licking it off my arm.. Fucking freak. I kind of liked his firm grip on my waist , he was trying to make sure I wouldn't get freaked out and leave him with out my blood.
Phone rang, the lesbians can't make it. What the fuck is it with lesbians anyway? 2 emotional bitches, together? Im sure all it takes is a smile and they get emotionally lit, and have a fuck session. fuckin lesbians. fucking flakey lesbians, actually.
So I was left with Jonny. He was a rockstar. He was everything I wanted to be, in bitch form. Tattoos up his arms, piercings in all the wrong places as well as the right. Man, that son of a bitch would rock my world for a couple of years.
"Well, a buddy of mine is having people over, wanna go? it'll be fun" he smiled.
I, like a dumb, blind, 16 year old dumbfuck, agreed...
That night, the guys were pretty cool. there were a couple of bitches there, but they were all older, and all drugged the fuck out on a guys dicks. I remember this moment better than I remember my last birthday ( I was sober too). WE were all sitting outside on the balcony, and someone made a joke. Jonny , laughing so hard I thought he'd die, put his hand on my leg. I laughed too, and with all the body movement he put his hand close to my crotch, to the point where the fucker had his pinky tickling my clit.
Later, I forgot his reason, but he asked me to go in the other room with him.
Yeah, you guessed it. He fucked me raw, and I fuckin liked it. He made me bleed with his nails in a couple places. And he kept telling me my pussy was so tight he thought he was in heaven, and that I fucked like a pro. And he told me he'd never stop fucking me, because fucking me ment him getting off and he loved getting off, so he'd fuck me some more. After the sex, he was my God. You know when people say .,"Oh my God?"... yeah, he was MY God. He sat at the end of the bed and pulled out some powder. He sniffed it. I was so curious, you know. I mean, i guess all the fuck ups gotta start somewhere. Because to me, he didn't seem fucked up. Other than the fact he liked blood. and calling me Pussy when we fucked.
"Wanna try? Its not that bad. All the shit they tell u in school is bullshit, its not bad for you, they've done studies."
"Studies? Lemme try"
And thats how I fucked my first rockstar and sniffed my first line of coccaine. U'd think something glorious woulda happened, some will of God.. to fix my soon to be road of a fuck up.. but remember, my God was now Jonny.
Part 1- End.
TO be coNtinued