My music is something that brings me tones of inspiration. I've been trying to get the song "Hate Me" by Blue October into a fic for some time and now I think I finally have done it! Let me know what you think, please leave a review good or bad. Probably going to need a beta now, since mine is asleep most of the day! This is what I get for using KJDufman91 The Souless Canadian!

Marshall Lee is sitting on his bed in the upstairs bedroom of Fionna and him. They have been together for almost three years now, but something has changed that. A terrible incident has torn their relationship into tiny pieces. A soft sobbing can be heard from down stairs, Marshall doesn't look up. He knows that the sobbing is coming from Fionna and it hurts him, Marshall stands and begins walking out of his room and into the hall.

The hallway has a handrail and it overlooks the entrance to their two story house. He looks over the rail to his right and sees Fionna sitting down sobbing into her hands, her long golden hair is disheveled and she is wearing blue jeans and a baby blue hooded sweatshirt with black shoes. She is sitting near the front door and there is a small pile of letters near her, Marshall only looks at her for a moment or two and continues on. He takes another two steps and looks to his left. There is an open door and it leads into the bathroom, he looks inside and stares at the toilet. Memories flood his mind of his horrible drinking habits, of countless nights coming home drunk, seeing Fionna in her pajamas furious and concerned for him.

How he told her to mind her own business and of how he spent time after time either retching or vomiting into the toilet. With Fionna right next to him rubbing his back and doing her best to keep him from passing out. How when he was finally finished she would shout at him tears pouring out of her eyes, worry taking it toll on her body causing her to shake and how he would just sit there and take it like a child being scolded. What could he have said? She was only looking out for his well being.

When it was all said and done she would fall to her knees and start to cry, always saying how she cant handle this. Thats when he would crawl up next to her and hold her, whispering apology's and promises to change his ways. It took him some time but he finally kicked his alcohol abuse and was sober for three whole month, one accomplishment that she had helped him with. It was the one of the things tore them apart and he swore he would not touch it again, he silently thanked her for all she did for him in here and continued on. How he wished she would just hate him today and tomorrow for all the things he didn't do for her. He wanted her to hate him in anyway possible, just to keep her from feeling sad about all this.

He swallowed back his own sadness, she needs to hate him to see whats good for herself. A few more steps and he was now looking into the next room, it was their music room. Inside were a few guitars and bass guitars along with a drum kit and microphone. He smiled at how they would come in here and just play, they would play for hours. It was classic jams or stuff they made up on the spot, these were some of his better memories. In these memories it was just him and her and how she would smile and laugh but right now, even though these were his favorite memories, these brought him sorrow.

He knows they can never make more of these memories with her, not after what he has done, not this time. It was with a heavy heart he looked into the room and said goodbye to the old memories, kicking at the ground in frustration as he moved on to the last room of the hallway. It was a nursery that Fionna and him spent time working on, it had a crib and a soft rug. It was painted baby blue boys style, sadly they never had the kid they wanted. Not for a lack of trying mind you, it just turns out Marshall was infertile.

He realized though that he was more of a baby boy than a man, he turned and started to walk down the stairs. He looked in Fionna's direction again her hands were on her knees that she brought up to her chest, he normal blue eyes were now red and puffy. Tears were still pouring forth from them and she was still crying, a memory of his next bad habit came to him. He had given up drinking sure but he fell into something much worse, he became addicted to meth. He would come home after one of his concerts completely out of his mind and he was paying with anything he could to get more.

When Fionna found out she was more than furious, he remembers the first time he came home and how she literally beat him within an inch of his life. He always had an addictive personality, he had always had trouble kicking one habit without help. She was his help, she would go out of her way to help him. It didn't matter if it was smoking, drinking, drugs, she was always there for him. This time though he screwed up, she couldn't help him, at least not anymore. He walked over to her and looked deep into her blue eyes and held her face in his hands, he whispered the words 'I'm sorry' over and over again but she didn't respond to him at all.

Marshall took a few steps back tears now falling from his eyes, he put his hands up to them and fell back screaming for her to make it go away. Just so she could smile again and shine just like she use to! Marshall heard her whimper out asking how he could do this to her, she stood and walk through Marshall over to his corpse. She had come home to find him lying on the ground, an hour prior his heart had stopped. A small glass pipe was smashed on the ground blood had already begun to exit his body by the time she got home from her shift. A black robed figure stood at the door Marshall Walked towards him, he looked back one last time and said...

Hate me today

Hate me tomorrow

Hate me for all the things I didn't do for you

Hate me so you can finally see what's good for you