Bitter's End
A Short Velvet Goldmine Story
Disclaimer: I do not own Mandy Slade, Brian Slade, Curt Wild, Shannon, or the movie Velvet Goldmine. The only thing I own in this story is Emily, Mandy's 19-year-old little sister.
***Mandy Slade is sitting in her hotel room at night. Earlier that day, she told her husband, Brian Slade, that she was filing for divorce. He just laughs. (Most of you will know this scene from the movie.) Of course, Mandy is very upset. She decides to write a letter to her sister, Emily, who is still living in America.***
Dear Emily,
Things have just gotten worse since the last time I wrote to you. Finally I got the divorce papers. I can't take seeing Brian anymore. I should have believed Shannon that first time when she said he was sleeping with Curt. Stupid druggie me. I didn't think my Brian could do anything wrong. Well I was wrong. "Maxwell Demon" isn't the angel he once was.
After getting the divorce papers today, I went to go find Brian. We might be married and live in the same house, but we haven't slept together in ages. He acts like he doesn't even know me anymore. All he cares about is Curt and his groupies. I really hate him now as you can tell.
I walked in and found Brian in bed with a naked groupie of course. The room was a complete mess. There was cocaine everywhere. I had to wake Brian up. He wouldn't even listen to me and took the whole thing as a fucking joke. I'm standing there yelling at him telling him everything is over, and he just laughed at me!
So Shannon walks in. It turns out that I wasn't even supposed to see Brian. What am I? One of his teenage fans? No, I'm his fucking wife! Shannon was saying to Brian, "I'm so sorry I don't know how she got in here" and he just brushed it off. Shannon used to be a sweet normal girl. But we definitely corrupted her for the worst. She's on Brian's side of course. Everyone is these days.
After that whole fake shooting, Brian got a lot worse. And you know what was even worse? They "forgot" to tell me it was nothing but a hoax. So I had to live thinking that my husband, my one true love, was dead for two whole days. Everyone forgot about me in the end. It's all over now. Brian's career is over, and our marriage is over.
When I left, I made a complete idiot out of myself. There are too many damn doors in that big ass room. Brian lives this life of excess, and someday it will kill him. I'm surprised it hasn't already. I'll be laughing like fuck when it does happen though.
Now I'm just hoping that he's signed the divorce papers. I don't want to be Mrs. Slade anymore. I'm planning on coming home soon. Send my love to everyone.
Love,
Mandy