A/N: Hey guys! What's up?

I know I know. I'm delaying too much of my other stories. I swear I'm given little to no time to write. So that's my bad in my part.

Anyways, here's another story for you guys and this time it's an original idea. (First original idea in forever) and this time it's going back to a darker tone than most of my fics.

This idea is a 'What if?' Scenario. So as we know in the movie, the only reason Ms. Grunion ever tried to take away Sherman was because Penny fired the first shots, and bullied Sherman. So, what if she has some guilt over the fact that she was practically responsible for nearly tearing Mr. Peabody and Sherman apart.

I know I know. It's a story about Penny. Who cares?! Who would want to read about her? Pretty much ANYONE who is willing to read. I do understand that there are some Penny haters out there who believe she should be the most hated character in the whole movie. Don't go straight to the reviews and bash at her! Besides, she won't take it after what she's going through.

One more thing, I might leave it as a one-shot, or I might convert it into a multi-chapter story. It depends on YOU. If you want to see this story continue, let me know with a review.

So I present to you...

All My Fault

Penny's POV

It has been two months since what happened on that night. The night me and my family were invited to Mr. Peabody's penthouse for a dinner party. It was to make me and Sherman get along because I hated him back then. He then showed me the WABAC, a time machine. I had fun leaping through time even though it caused Mr. Peabody and Sherman to argue.

But then she came. Ms. Grunion. She was a social officer who was trying to separate Sherman from Mr. Peabody. She was only here because I bullied Sherman. She nearly took Sherman away and almost had Mr. Peabody put down after he bit her. But then Sherman convinced everyone why Mr. Peabody was a great dog. Then the two fixed the time line because the past was coming to the present. All the historical figures disappeared and Grunion vanished with Agamemnon, never to be seen again.

Since then, Sherman forgave me for bullying him and offered me his friendship, which I accepted.

But I know none of this wouldn't have happened if it wasn't for me.

Because I was the one who bullied Sherman. I was the one who prompted Ms. Grunion to come because of what I did. I nearly tore apart a family. It was all my fault.

So I didn't say a word since that day. I didn't put on any makeup, I didn't brush my hair. I changed. I changed because that's who I am. A monster. A villain. An enemy. And that's who I'm supposed to be, and that's who I'll always be.

Since that day, I started to avoid Sherman. Not because I hated him, but because I was afraid of him. He keeps saying that he's okay with me and that he's forgiven me, but somewhere deep inside he must still hate me.

I isolated myself from the rest of the school, even my friends. Every time I had lunch, I either sat alone in the bathroom, outside the cafeteria, inside the janitor closet, or I just don't go to lunch. I wouldn't want to eat in the same room as Sherman. Besides, what if the same thing happens all over again?

I even avoided my own parents. They always offer something nice or fun to do, but I only shake my head to say no. They always cook delicious meals for me to eat, but I rarely eat. I don't deserve to eat anyways.

My life has changed drastically because of my mistake. Because of how stupid I was. Because I was nothing more than an evil girl.

So now these past two months have been all the same. I sit in the corner of my pitch black bedroom. No sign of color except for the white shine of the moonlight from my window.. It was my only friend and companion. I rarely leave my room. I only leave to go to school, but even I hardly do anything there anymore. I never study or pay attention, causing my grades to affect negatively. But I don't care anymore.

Sitting in that corner next to the shining moonlight, I pull out a razor blade, making the silver metal shine bright. I roll up my sleeve and pierce the blade into my arm, making me wince silently. I drag the cold metal down a straight line and pull out, leaving behind a clean, straight cut in my arm. It was one of the few cuts I made on my right arm as I was cutting my left arm, but there was no room for more scars.

Sure the razor hurts, but it relaxes me. And I welcome every new cut with no sense of regret. I then lie down on the floor where I feel the shaggy carpet upon my ribs because I was extremely thin. Sure I was skinny before, but because I never ate in a long time, my weight decresed. Now my chest shows my ribcage off, as well as a gap in between my chest and my waist where my stomach used to be, now reduced to a crater.

I was killing myself slowly, and that's what I deserve.

I could have just tied a noose around my neck and dangle from the ceiling, or just slit my wrists or even take a lot of pills to make me overdose on them and eventually die. But those where the quick and painless ways out. I caused a stir of problems. I don't deserve the easy way out. So dying of hunger, slight blood loss and lack of sleep is what I plan to do. Just keep this up until I pay for my wrongdoings and leave this earth. It's my way of making up for what I nearly caused to happen. Besides, no one will miss me anyway.

So I lay there to die in the darkness slowly and painfully as I remind myself...

...This was all my fault...

A/N: This is so sad. I guess Penny is not coping well with the guilt of nearly destroying a family.

Will she get better? Will she die of this depression? Will Sherman find out and do something?

That's up to you to decide. You get to choose to leave this as it is (and leave it at a cliffhanger) or to make me write a full story about this.

Leave your decision in a review and seal the fate of this story.