Disclaimer: My last story was quite sweet but this one definitely is not. Some dark stuff ahead. But I like exploring both sides.
This is the alternate universe, where Shrek failed to kiss Fiona on time and she continued fighting for the ogres. She struggles with expressing herself, keeping her human side hidden and this has its consequences.
Fiona wiped her hand across her face, she looked at the shattered bottle on the floor, pieces of glass shattering in the bright daylight. What time was it? Still Morning? Noon? She had lost complete sense of time. It was hard keeping her vision clear because of the liquor in her body taking over her thoughts and vision. She tried to get a grip of the muddy picture called reality that was trying to make sense in front of her eyes.
Her hair was unkempt and she was a complete mental and physical mess. Sore from fighting every day, unable to give herself some time off. There was no time off. Time off did not exist. Her nights involved fighting, struggling to survive, making sure the ogres were save. Her days where just dreadful and there was no way for her to enjoy them as now she despised her human side almost as much as she once despised the ogress. The days were painful, reminding Fiona of her past life, the life she wished she had but never got. There was so much emotional pain. Anger and sadness raveled inside her like a never-ending storm.
Wishing daytime passed, not allowing herself to feel anything, Fiona reached for the bottle. Drowning her emotional pain that she kept inside for all those years hoping night would come for her to be that strong fighter again.
"Princesa….",
"Don't call me that."
"Maybe it's time to take some time off…. All this, it's …" Puss sat on the edge of the bed beside Fiona who was still fixated on the scattered glass on the floor. "It's … killing you."
Fiona let out a loud burp that was followed by hiccups. She had trouble keeping her eyes open and not falling asleep. Maybe that extra bottle of liquor was actually too much this time.
She let out a groan that meant to answer Puss' question. All he did was sigh. It was not a sigh out annoyance, it was one that meant something much more. A sigh that was filled with a tremendous amount of sadness that Fiona was not able to grasp at this stage. Puss wanted to help her but there was only so much he could do. This was something only Fiona could fix, but it caused him a lot of pain to see her like this, hurting herself, poisoning herself with alcohol.
Fiona barely managed to sit up straight, resting her arms on her upper legs. Puss moved a bit closer and decided to just curl up beside her. He lay down softly pushing his head against her body hoping she would notice his company. It was all he could do in moments like this.