"I thought you were different!" Marceline screamed. Before Bonnibel could reach for her hand and finish saying "Mar—", it was too late, the door was slammed in her face.

What the hell just happened? Bonnie just couldn't get her head around this girl, or her own for that matter. Everything was so confusing, but even in all that, she knew she felt something towards the girl who she had just been yelled at by.

She felt as though the walls that took so long for her to break down, had been brought right back up without a second thought.

She had really messed up this time, why did she say what she said? She couldn't believe what had come out of her mouth only moments before. Marceline had opened Bonnie's eyes and made it clear to her what she just said.

"She thought I was different…" Bonnie felt as if though a huge bottle of remorse and regret had just filled up inside her and exploded. Even then, she still stood there facing Marceline's door. It said 3D, of course being the apartment number.

The building was quite modern. It was had solar powered electricity, 4 elevators in total to get to the main floor and back, otherwise known as the lobby, more than 12 floors full of luscious and skilfully painted apartments, and ventilated air conditioning in every single one.

Bonnie absolutely loved it there, she wished she would be able to move and live by herself, but she couldn't. Money was scarce as well as her parents' understanding at the fact she wanted to leave. Her parents were very strict, and sometimes too much so. She found herself at times, just not being able to handle all the stress forced onto her.

Although whenever she hanged around Marceline she found relief. She felt…'free', if that was the right way to put it. That girl made her feel something no one else could. She made Bonnie almost feel like she was in a trance every time she looked at her, every time they exchanged a glance, every time Marceline smiled. What was she to do? She had just now realized how important this girl had been to her. Alas, it was too late, what could she do? Marceline obviously hated her guts, she even hated herself. They weren't even friends anymore, let alone being more than just friends.

Still there after more than 20 minutes had passed, (Bonnie had tried to get the girl to open the door. She knocked countless times, and had said that she was sorry relentlessly) she never got a response throughout the time she stayed standing there, hoping Marceline would have a change of heart and hear her out.

Staring at the floor, unknowingly and uninstinctively allowing her tears to flow, Bonnie heard a door open. Surprised, and secretly hoping it had been Marceline, she looked up. Disappointed at still seeing the door shut tight and locked (she had checked before to see if it was left open), she looked around, a bit confused as to which door had opened.

When she turned around, she saw Keila come out from her apartment, and look at Bonnie with a look of confusion and worry in her deep and dark eyes.

Keila was Marceline's neighbour across the hall, close friend, and one of the very few people Marceline trusted, besides Bonnie (but that wasn't the case anymore). Although she knew little about her, Keila always acted kind towards Bonnie when she came over to see Marceline. Keila had that sort of mysterious and mischievous air to her, like Marceline in many ways. They both had the same greyish-pale skin and alarmingly sharp canines, fang-like even. Both vampiric, the two shared a variety of similarities, it could even be said that they were sisters.

Keila's face showed it all but told Bonnie she believed that the girl on the floor was gone. By now, it was past midnight. Time had flown as Bonnibel thought about Marceline and repeated the scene again and again in her head.

Keila mouthed the words "what the hell happened to you?" as she pointed out my tear-stained cheeks and my body against the carpeted floor. Had I been crying? When did I drop to my knees? I was so out of this world, I really had not noticed myself crying or falling.

I pointed to Marceline's door, but then realizing that I was implying that it was Marceline's fault, I quickly corrected myself. "It was my fault she got so upset, I pushed her too far, and I guess I couldn't help but let it out."

Keila showed a look of understanding, and knocked on the door, but to no avail, not a sound was heard inside its cold walls. Somehow she felt a saddened and depressing feel to the apartment. Making her frown.

Keila asked what happened between us; I decided to start from the beginning. With my watery eyes, tear-stained face, and my voice toned down to a mere whisper, Keila had to move closer to even hear me. And so I began…