Disclaimer: I do not promote any of the happenings in this fic and I do now own DBZ

Author`s Note: Ok all, this is a new thing for me so bare with me! In this fic, it is a journal entry type thing in Marron`s POV. Marron is in a downward spiral, engaging a all sorts of stuff that`s not good for an 18-year-old. Don`t get mad at me for writing this and if you do... I won`t really care because I warned you.

Also, this fic is dedicated to Aerith Gainsborough, my beta reader. She`s a great author and all that too, so check out her stuff. Oh and Aerith, I didn`t have you beta this chapter because of the whole dedication thingy! I hope you like it as much as I do! I love ya, girl!

Now, on with the story! I hope you all like it and please review!

November 15th

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I could feel Damien in me. I wasn`t quite sure if he was moving or not; I guess that`s what happens when you`re extremely drunk and your boyfriend is having sex with you. I heard him scream my name and moan and then he was out of me.

It was a struggle to open my eyes, but I had to. I looked at him, now next to me and sat up.

"What are you doing, baby? You alright?" He was either as drunk as I was or he was beyond me.

"Mmm..." I nodded, which caused my head to ache. I needed a glass of water, an aspirin, and a place to vomit. "I`ll be back..." I mumbled as I stood and threw a pair of someone else`s pants on. (Don`t worry, I had most of my bra on).

You`ld think that after living this life for almost 5 years, I would learn or I would at least make it look a little more smooth, but no. Taken, when you`re as wasted as I was, you don`t really give a damn about what you look like.

After expelling most of the foreign substances from my body, I walked back into the room I came from (who`s room? I have no clue) and threw a shirt on before pausing and taking it right back off; why would I want to sleep with a shirt on?

No one else had been very coherent when I had stumbled to the bathroom, so I decided it was more or less alright that I was trashed and about to re-pass out. Only this time I would pass out to sleep for a few hours before I woke up again with the urge to vomit.

I looked over at Damien who was now passed out with a slightly goofy smile on his face. (He always gets those after we screw and he`s smashed.) I threw a blanket over his mostly naked form before I laid down next to him and buried my face into his chest.



November 16th

Mum bitched at me when I got home around noon today because some of her beer was missing (which I remember watching her drink). Honestly, mum, beer isn`t my bag of chips: I stole your Jack Daniels, which I know you won`t notice.

"You got a letter or two yesterday. They`re in your room." Mum paused. "I`m going out tonight, so try to keep the house decent because he`s coming to pick me up here first." She hardly ever made much sense and she was always in the sack with a new guy.

I looked around the house. If you walked in, you would never guess that a drunken mother and her druggie daughter lived here. Which was the point since my parole officer wouldn`t care too much for all those unmentioned details.

I walked into my room and laid down on my bed after I turned on some music. My hangover was still killing me, so I took a nap to hopefully lay it to rest.

About four hours later, I woke up and rid my body of the rest of the alcohol I had consumed. I slowly walked out to the kitchen before I notice that my mom was gone.

My mind wandered back to the letters in my room, so I retrieved them before I walked outside in the now somewhat dark backyard of mine and sat down on the swing.

I opened one letter and stared at it with a blank face for a moment. "Who the hell was this from?" I mumbled before checking the envelope. Oh right; my uncle. I read his letter with little attention or ambition before I set it down and looked at the other envelope.

It had no return address so I opened it slowly. Two pictures fell out, but I ignored them for the moment. Slowly, I unfolded the pieces of paper and stared at the handwriting for a moment. I knew that handwriting... it was from a long time ago, but it was familiar.

"Dear Marron," I read aloud."Hi, it`s me Trunks...Don`t drop this letter like I`m sure you almost did. I thought about you a lot last year and I decided it was time we became friends again. I know I left on a bit of a tangent, but I want to come out there to see you. Do you still have the same ambitions?"

I laughed to myself. Yeah right.

"I`m working at Capsule Corp. for my mom as I was destined to do long before my existence. I`ll be looking forward to seeing you this weekend. I`m coming out; I already talked to your mum and she said it was no problem..."

Was she drunk? I sighed before I continued.

"I can`t wait to see you again. I miss your long hair and your bright eyes; you were always so damn pretty. I included a picture of me so you could see what I look like so you know what to expect. (Not much difference). Other than that, I`ve gotta go! I`ll see you on Thursday." Much Love, Trunks."

I looked over the letter again. This was the asshole that left me when I needed him the most. I`m not pretty anymore, Trunks, sorry to disappoint you. I picked up the pictures. One was of us when I was about 11: two years before I began my downward spiral.

I touched the picture as a tear rolled down my cheek. I used to be pretty. Where were you when I needed you... when I was pretty? Now when someone saw me, they saw a delinquent, which is more or less all I am.

'I miss your long hair and bright eyes.' His words replayed in my mind and I had to fight back a sob. "I had cut all of my long hair off; it was now above my shoulders and I curled it out. And about my eyes... I think they lost their shimmer a long time ago.

The phone began to ring, bringing me back from my little poor-me world. I set down the letter and walked into the house.

"Hey baby." Damien said half asleep (I could tell). "You wanna do something tonight? I hear Joe`s having a party tonight."

I didn`t know if my body could take another party like last night`s. "Is it going to be a big one? And what will they have there? I don`t know if I can drink a whole lot right now." I half grinned.

"Joe`s is big... if you wanna go to a smaller one, Uub`s having just a small party tonight. He told me he wanted us to come. They`ll have a couple bowls there, but not a lot of alcohol."

"That sounds like fun. You gunna pick me up?"

"You know it. Bring some clothes for me, please. I never went home this morning. I went over to my sister`s so mom wouldn`t shit a brick."

I smiled. "Yeah, I have some of your pants."

"And wear that little thing I like... You know what I`m talking about." I could hear him smiling on the other end.

"Ok babe, I`ll see you around seven?"

"Yup. Love ya."

"Love ya too." I hung up and walked back outside to examine the last picture. Trunks was right; his hair was a tad bit longer, but it was a picture of the same old Trunks.

I shivered as I collected my letters and walked into my house to get ready for tonight.

Sometimes I think I lead a rock star life.

Author`s Note: Ok, I know it`s a bit more harsh than what I usually write, but I got the idea yesterday and I had to put it into action! Thanks all for reading and please leave a review even if it`s just a few words! And about the whole lemon part, I`m gunna try to keep it at a not-graphic level! Thanks again!

* Warm fuzzies *