A/N- This is the first fic that I've decided to actually bother to write down. I have all these ideas floating around in my head, but this one just wanted to get out so bad. All that said, I hope you enjoy!

She didn't know when she fell asleep fully clothed on the couch of the one bedroom apartment she shared with Joanne, but she had indeed fallen asleep. The was suddenly thrown into consciousness when her body collided with the carpeted floor. God, she hated that beige carpet. You had to be really careful if and when you chose to eat on it. She stayed on the floor for a few minutes more, thinking about what color carpet she would have chosen. Something dark. Joanne had a knack for picking bland, boring color schemes. Joanne. That's when she remembered the events that had taken place the night before. She and Joanne had gotten into a fight (surprise!) And it hadn't ended well. Joanne had said that they weren't meant to be, and asked Maureen to leave. Not wanting to give up so easily, Maureen had tried to stay awake on the couch in hopes of catching Joanne on her way out the next morning. As it was, she had obviously missed her. It was almost 10am and Joanne was an early riser.

"Maybe I should get my ass up and try to do something about her instead of moping," she muttered to herself. As she hoisted herself off of the floor, that's when she saw them. Her suitcases were packed and sitting by the door with a handwritten note from Joanne on top.

Maureen-

I'm sorry that thing couldn't work out between us. Hadn't you realized that we didn't really have anything going? We were living on a dream, nothing more. I just don't feel that I could be with anyone that I can't trust.

I've taken the liberty of packing your things for you. As much as it hurts me to ask, please be out of the apartment by seven tonight. Please leave your key behind, or I'll have to change the locks.

If someday we pass on the streets or see one another in a shop, I hope we can be kind. I know that I wouldn't ever intentionally want to hurt you, that's why I feel this breakup is for the best. Who knows, years from now we may even be able to have a friendship.

Sincerely,

Joanne

So it was really over. It was over and they would never be together again. For some reason it left Maureen feeling strangely unaffected. She decided to take one last hot shower in the apartment before she left.

After her shower she began to feel the effects of the breakup. Why didn't Joanne trust her anymore? She had been out late the last few nights planning a surprise anniversary party for Joanne. So naturally when Joanne asked where she had been, she shrugged it off. For this reason, Joanne had actually got it into her mind that she was cheating, which she wasn't. To be honest, she had only cheated on Mark once, but cheating at all was bad enough. Why did she have to fuck everything up all the time? Everything that went wrong and it was always her fault.

Staring at her reflection in the mirror, for the first time in her life Maureen Johnson hated the girl staring back. All she saw was a fucked up girl with a mess of curly hair glaring at her. She reached up and put her hand on top of Mirror Maureen's face. Mirror Maureen didn't seem to mind. She just took it. Maureen quickly pulled her hand away from the mirror and Mirror Maureen did the same. Without warning both Maureen and Mirror Maureen suddenly burst into tears. Not little boo-hoo tears either. These tears were real. Her body shook for quite some time before she was able to breathe normally again. That was so uncharacteristic of her. No matter how bad she felt, she never cried, in public or in private for that matter. I'm so weak, so pathetic, she thought to herself. It hurt, though. Joanne would never be there to tell her that it was all going to be okay and to help her pull herself together.

Before she knew what she was doing she was digging through the medicine cabinet. From the cabinet she produced a package of new razor blades. She pulled one out of the pack and pried the protective layer of plastic off of the edge, exposing the blade. She positioned the blade over her wrist. This isn't what I want. I don't want to die, but I do want to feel something.

Slowly she shifted the waistband of her pants down, pulling her hip out from hiding. With a few quick movements she drew blood. A thin red line formed on the previously whole skin. It gave her something, yet somehow it wasn't enough. After she made a few more lines she began to feel better. She calmed down considerably and she felt ready to face the world with or without Joanne.

Pocketing the tiny blade, she applied her makeup and styled her hair quickly. On an impulse she found some of Joanne's old red lipstick that she never wore and wrote on the bathroom mirror. I will never forget you. She ran into the bedroom she had spent so many nights in and uncapped the lipstick again, heading for the mirror above their- Joanne's- dresser. You will never forget me. Smiling to herself she ran into the living room to the mirror above the couch. Thanks for the fun.

"What an odd place fore a mirror," she said to herself as she started prying her copy of the key off it's ring. Would that key even work, anyway? It was all chewed up. That was one of Maureen's newest habits, chewing on things. She actually managed to make teeth marks in the metal. A few minutes later she placed the key on the end table and headed to the door. Picking up her suitcases and letting herself out, she blew a kiss into the apartment. Maybe it'll hit her one night when she's lonely. And with that, she headed the only place she could always count on- the loft, to Mark, Roger, and Mmi, to safety.

A/N- Well, that's the first chapter, and it feels really short. I'm not sure if I want to leave this as a one-chapter deal or keep going. What do you think? You can let me know in your review.