Fionna Mertins sits alone in the booth of the dive bar that had become her nightly haunt. She liked it because the drinks were cheap and there weren't a lot of creepy old dudes hitting on her. As she sips her beer she thinks of what exactly got her into this situation.
Fionna was never what someone would consider a 'good kid'. She was always in some sort of trouble, starting with talking back to her teachers in elementary school and progressively getting worse. A few detentions here, suspension or two tossed in there. It wasn't until her sophomore year of high school that her trouble making took a turn for the self-destructive. She started dating a boy named Blaze with bright red hair and a short temper to match. He had a bad home life and some not-so-healthy ways of dealing with it. Fionna never touched the harder stuff, but she took to alcohol, finding it numbed the pain and rejection she felt from being put up for adoption and the awful foster homes she had to endure. Her relationship with Blaze was short, but her relationship with alcohol wasn't. Her twin brother, Finn tried to help her, but he had his own problems to deal with. It was hard to comfort others when you feel as awful as they do, after all. It wasn't until she met Bubba Gumm in her senior year that her life took a turn for the better. She and Bubba had an instant connection. He was incredibly smart, responsible, had pink-tipped blond hair and was totally nerdy. But, to Fionna, he was perfect. He tutored her to get her grades above passing, convinced her to start AA meetings, and basically gave her hope she wouldn't be some deadbeat high school drop out. Fast forward to graduation night. Bubba had seemed off that entire week, but Fionna chalked it up to nerves about graduating. That is, until she found him and some girl getting much to friendly behind the bleachers after the ceremony. She dumped him without thinking about it, then ran home. For the first time, after months of sobriety, Fionna gave into her urge to drink. She easily found her foster parent's stash and drank until she forgot herself. She drank until she couldn't feel the rejection and insecurity and self-doubt left over from being a foster kid. She drank until she forgot any shred of being unwanted and unneeded. And although she doesn't remember much from that night, she remembers those terrible feelings creeping up on her, like a wave approaching the shore. She may not remember her brother finding her passed out on her bedroom floor, but she will remember one thing the rest of her life.
She never wants to feel those things ever again.
And so she drinks. Not in binges, not anymore. But she tells her brother she's going out with friends or on a date or to an AA meeting, but really, she goes here. To forget herself.
Here we go! I know this was short, but it's only the prologue. And I promise it'll get lighter in the coming chapters, so just bear with me for a bit. Ok, I hope you enjoy! Kisses! *Mmm-wah!*