a/n This is my first story so be nice please! This is set during 'I'm Going Home' and is from Columbia's POV. I don't own RHPS - Richard O'Brien does.
"...i said 'hey listen to me, stay sane inside insanity' but he locked the door and through away the key..." - Eddie's Teddy "You're like a sponge, you take, take, take and drain others of their love and emotion!" - Columbia
I love him so much...and I think I always will, no matter what.
Silly I know, but I'm a fool...a fool in love with another fool. The lights are hot and the grease paint and makeup run down my face, congealing with sweat and tears, scalding my flushed cheeks.
I manouvere the heavy spotlight towards the stage and Frank smiles, a beautiful, sad smile - he never looks more beautiful than when he is sad, but I can never tell him that.
He is singing, and I'm crying because I think I know what's coming. I want to scream, scream into Magenta's smug face and stop this insanity before it destroys us all...but I can't because he's singing.
Frank knows...deep down he knows...but this is his moment and if I scream he'll hate me forever...and I couldn't bear that. God, I feel so stupid! Such a stupid fool, a silly little tart! He doesn't care about me.
I'm just a piece of meat to him. Fresh meat, like Eddie, like Rocky and everyone else he's ever used. But what was I before I met him? Nothing...and, in my mind at least, it's better to be something than nothing at all.
Even if that something is a piece of meat...but what do I know? Nothing but what my heart and my hormones tell me.
That first night - God, it seems so long ago - was like...I can't describe it! He made me feel like the only woman in the world, or at least the only one he'd ever loved, ever touched. Every kiss was rapture, enchantment, heaven!
It wasn't like Eddie. Eddie was fun and sexy...but Frank was like a God, a passionate, rampant sex God, devouring me, loving me like only he could. Nothing could be like it.
But then it was gone...the flicker of interest he had in me was gone and I was left alone in my bed. He treats me like a child, ruffling my hair and kissing me on the forehead...but I love him. I love him but he doesn't give a damn.
He doesn't give a damn...I'M GOING INSANE AND HE DOESN'T GIVE A DAMN!
'So', my mind tells me, in a strange and heartless voice,'Let them kill him. He killed Eddie - why shouldn't he die? An eye for an eye...he doesn't love you and he never will. He killed the only man who has ever cared about you...let him die.
Let him sing and then let Magenta smile and Riff Raff do his duty. Why not? Wh-BECAUSE I LOVE HIM!'
Frank has stopped singing and his face is full of fear and death and anger. Words are being spoken but I cannot hear them - everything is a blur.
Riff Raff is raising the laser...Frank smiles, a gentle twitch of his lips.
I can't take it...I can't stand it.
I scream, shouting endlessy, I scream. I think I'm trying to say 'no' but the words won't form and it comes out in a shriek.
I scream until the end, when a flash of light blinds me and I fall into darkness.
Eternal darkness...and insanity.