When you're Gone
Ch 2
Sadness was running through her body as she wrote. But other thoughts were running through her mind, unpleasant ones. She blinked back a tear. She couldn't stop thinking about him, the one who gave her life…
Dear Diary
My father has… left and it hurts. He was the one who gave me life and taught me to stand on my own. But other thoughts are running through my mind telling me to do things that I couldn't do but maybe I should. I hope they understand why… she wrote.
She then entered the batn room and picked up the razor. She then cut her hand and wrist with it. She was a little shocked but it felt good as the blood ran down her sleeve. She then did it to the other hand and wrist. She wiped the blood away with a towel. She looked at herself in the mirror. "Maybe I should change my image. I've looked this way ever since I was young but more so because… my father passed away." She thought as she undid the braid that hung down her upper back. The un braided hair hung around messily. But that didn't matter as she brought a sword and cut it short. Clumps of her vibrant hair fell onto the floor. She then went for a shower and put some hair dye in her hair. When she'd finished, her hair was now black as ash. "That's better." She said as she dressed herself in a purple night dress and curled into a ball on the bed… She then let the sadness overtake her as memories of being with her father played in her mind. Lillian was a little shocked by what her daughter had done to herself by the cutting her hair and slaying the braid that she'd wore for a long time. She didn't know about the cutting. That was good to know. Shrek then saw the worry on her face and wondered what was wrong. "It's Fiona." she simply said to him. "Where is she?" he asked her. "She's in the bedroom curled up in a ball on the bed upset. She.. did something to herself." she told him. Hw nodded as he opened the door slowly. He had a cup of tea in his hand.
He then put it on the beside table. "Hey honey. How're you?" he said calmly to her. He then went into the bath room. He was shocked to see the clumps of hair on the floor but he could smell the faint smell of blood on the walls. This frightened him as he picked them up especially the braid. He wondered what had possesed her to do this to herself. "Harold's death must've been harder for her to take than I thought. I'd better keep an eye on her." he thought as he put them in his pocket. He looked at his grieving wife on the bed. He turned pale when he saw the marks on her hands and wrists as well as the black hair. He shuddered as he joined her on the bed. There were red rims around her eyes. She had cried herself to sleep. This was more than he could bear. He knew she could take on armies of hunters but this she couldn't take on her own. He felt her shiver as she tossed and turned in her sleep. "Fi! It's okay! It's me. I know it's hurting ya but it'll get better, trust me. I know." he said to her quietly as he watched her wake, sweat dripping down her face. He then watched as she fell into his warm embrace. "It hurts so bad." she said through tears. "It always will but it makes you stronger." he said to her as he stroked her hair.
"It's just everything I do reminds me of him and it overfills me with sadness. We were close even though he... sent me away. That was because he loved me, right? How... How do you know what it's like to lose someone?" she said sadly to him. "I'll explain but it's not pretty. But maybe it'll help." he said to her...