The Unknown Secrets
Chapter 4: Day Three: A Secret
The sunlight was piercing through the purple silk curtains; it was a bright day outside, birds were chirping, skies a bright blue, and everything seemed so radiant today. Fionna was laying in her twin sized bed, trying to escape the light beaming on her eyes, then she thought, 'Light? WHY IS THERE LIGHT?!' She ejected up quickly and came to her feet in less than ten seconds flat. Her alarm read, '9:21.' She had over slept and rushed to the bathroom down the hall, but her step-dad stopped her.
He was a tall thin man with some muscle to his arms and chest. His skin was as tan as Fionna, but stood about eleven inches taller. He had short buzzed hair, it was black and he had brown eyes. Those brown eyes reminded her of Marshall Lee.
"I'm so sorry Fionna. I over slept...and I was just about to go get you up, but I can see that you already are," Her father scratched the back of his head and smile nervously. The fifteen year old with a bad bedhead took pity upon her step-dad.
Even no her face was serious and annoyed she manged to crease a smile and giggle, "It's alright, mistakes will happen. Can you drive me though?" She gazed into his eyes with a puppy dog face. She wanted to go to school to see Marshall, there really wasn't any other reason to go but for him.
He grinned, "Sure kiddo, but I don't think you want to go looking like that, now do you?" He laughed at her and her dark circles under her tired eyes and sticking up hair. Fionna just rolled her eyes with a smile and walked back into her room to chose some attire.
Her closet was filled with blues and pinks. She liked black..but never understood why she had so much preppy, girly, frilly clothes. Fionna just shrugged and continued to dig through her closet.
After about five minutes she came across some decent clothes to be worn on such a lovely day. Kind of ironic how there was a terrible storm last night though. Luckily, her mom and her drove home safely, and went inside the two story house before it began to downpour. But there she stood, light shining down through her window. It was so beautiful out, instead of the loud cracks of lightning flashing through the sky.
Before she put on her newly picked out attire, she took off her over sized bedtime shirt. It was really for a dude, but she found to comfy for snoozing in.
Fionna had her black skinny jeans and a pink tank top. That was her only black pair of jeans she owned, the rest were mostly blue, and even some were purple. Her shirt had big bold letters in black saying. 'Music Is My life.' Such a true statement for this fifteen year old. Her shoes were general blue high tops, and of course she was wearing freshly new underwear and bra. Fionna couldn't forget her bunny hat. But she needed to fix this bedhead of hers first.
Fionna ran down the hall again, but wasn't put to a halt like earlier. The door was swung open as her fare complexion reflected back at her in the mirror. The blonde girl took hold of the brush on the sink and began to brush out all the snarls in her long blonde hair. She gritted her teeth in agony as it felt like she was pulling her hair out.
After what felt like forever, she finally got all her bundled up in a straight, silky style. It was her lucky day, since her hair was already all generally straight, she didn't have to waste more time using her straightener. Fionna opened up her bathroom cabinet to grab her contacts. They were put in carefully as she realized it was one of those days to not wear makeup besides counselor. The fifteen year old girl gently covered her face with the cover up and smiled. She continued on with her hair; she decided to put all her blonde hair into her bunny hat, except her bangs. this process took her a good ten minutes to accomplish. Fionna grasped the light pink lip gloss off from her sink and put it on her decent sized lips. She was overjoyed at the finished product.
The bunny capped girl turned the door knob and came face to face with her dad again.
"Are you almost ready? I have to get to work; I already called in saying I was responsible for you being late. And I of course called in at work saying I was going to be late too," He explained with a genuine smile.
"Oh, okay, thanks Dad. I just have to go get my backpack and I'm ready, but where's mom?" She was flattered that her dad did that for her, it saved the hassle of trying to explain to the front office. But her mind wondered where her mom was, she'd usually wake her up then go to work.
The reason he mom didn't take her to work with her was because her mom had to leave and be there way before she had to. That was something Fionna really didn't want.
"Oh she had to go in even earlier to grade papers, she forgot to bring them home. So she left me in charge of waking you up, but obviously that didn't happen," Her step father laughed to himself and gave a nervous smile to his step daughter.
"Ohh that makes sense, well hold on I'll be right back."
Then just like that Fionna went racing towards her door to open it and grab her small, green bag off from her bed. She throw the straps onto her shoulders and came running out with a big smile pasted on her face.
Her step dad just gave her a smirk and walked downstairs to proceed out the front door; not far behind was a certain blonde girl with a bunny hat. They just smiled at each other; they hopped into the car. Her dad and her started to drive off, heading towards her school.
Fionna's dad was talking to the lady behind the desk of the front office as the teenager sat there patiently.
Since her dad had to go get gas and traffic was being a butt, it took over an hour to get to school. It was around 10:00 AM when they drove off, and now it was 11:38 AM. Fionna had to wait until 12 to go to Music class; the last period of the day. Somehow her dad talked them into that, she still didn't understand how he managed to get his way with these people.
Time seemed to go by fast as she thought of Marshall Lee. Her thoughts of him began to spark up questions about him. Like: What was he hiding? How come he's so emotionally disturbed? What could have caused so much damage? Was being bullied causing this? Or was it something much bigger than that? Was Fionna any closer to discovering the answers? Nope, this was only the beginning.
Suddenly in her train of thoughts a familiar voice echoed in her eardrums; breaking her inner thoughts.
"Hun, you can go to 7th period now. I'm leaving now to got work, but I hope you have a wonderful day." Her dad couldn't help but laugh; it wasn't really a day considering it was almost over. Fionna smiled and waved goodbye as she ran to music class; she was on the edge of her seat to see Marshall.
Luckily, the front office and Mr. Vanity's room weren't too far apart. Fionna cheerfully came sprinting in with a big smile, but utter disappointment struck her. Marshall Lee wasn't in her sights. Her smile slowly faded, and was replaced with a frown of sadness.
Unfamiliar faces were in this small group in the front of the classroom. She had a strong feeling they were Marshall's friends.' Fionna looked both ways nervously and approached the bunch. She sat in the chair close to them, but not too close.
"Hi there.." Her voice was gentle and anxious. The one girl smiled at her.
"Hey bunny girl. New here?" The girls voice was nice, and Fionna could tell her comment about her hat wasn't an insult.
This girl had really long jet black hair, with teasing on her shorter top layers; it was in a scene hair style. Her skin was pale as her nose and lips were pierced. Her eyes were covered in eyeliner, but it looked stunning on her. She had bright green eyes that reflection off her killer smile. Her body was slim as a tight black band Tee and black and white skinny jeans covered her female body. She wore red Convers, and held a black and blue guitar on her back with the strap to it in front.
"Well, Kind of. I came here last Thursday, but I don't remember seeing you people," She explained still kind of nervous.
"Oh well that's because my peeps and I got suspended for pulling this prank. But that doesn't matter at the moment. So what's your name sweet cheeks?" This girls voice was playful and calm.
The bunny capped her hesitated to answer, but managed to, "I'm Fionna. What about you guys?" She started to put herself at ease.
"Well I'm Marceline, but you can call me Marcy or Vampire. I'm really pale, so people call me that. And this is Ash," She pointed to a boy with half his head shaved, but he shot her a smile. "And this is Delilah," She then pointed to a girl with short, bright pink hair. Marceline gave this pink haired girl a different look she'd given Ash, but Fionna couldn't put her finger on it.
"There's also this other dude, but I dunno where he is, he wasn't at lunch," She commented.
"Maybe he had enough of school and dropped out," Ash added.
"On a day we have music? I think not," Marcy made a good point with that.
"You mean Marshall Lee right?" Fionna butted in during their pointless argument. They all looked at her weird, like she was some zombie and they needed to exterminate her.
"You know him? How? Was it that damn secret? Is that how you know?" The longed haired girl gave her a worried expression. But Fionna was confused by this secret she spoke of.
"He's on my bus and I'm working on a song with him in this class..but what secret?" Her response was a big face palm to Marceline for opening her big mouth.
"Good going Marcy, now this girl is going to know and tell Marshall. Then who's ass is going to get in trouble? Us." This Delilah girl spoke up in a bitter tone.
This girl wore a dark pink dress with a black sash-like waist band over her midsection that tied up in back in a bow. Her lips were pink and glossy. With dark blue eyes, with a little mascara. She seemed rather girly, yet not so much.
"Oh hush Bubblegum, I got this I-" But Fionna cut her off.
"I won't tell anybody, I promise," Her sudden statement being blurted out shocked them; she seemed very eager to know.
They all hesitated to reply back to this blonde girl in front of them. Then the bell finally rang. 'It had only been 5 minutes?' Fionna thought in shock. But she faced the front, staring up at the teacher.
The teacher started talking and saying how he was very disorganized at the moment and would give us about ten minutes to talk amongst ourselves. Then rushed over to his desk
Fionna turned over to the Vampire like girl and gave her this, 'You better tell me,' look. Marceline gave her a nervous glance and started talking in defeat.
"Okay, okay. You can't tell him we told you," She paused as she heard mumbles, "I mean, don't tell him I told you."
"I won't, I promise," Fionna reassured, but was really happy inside. Finally, maybe she'd get some answers, that things would make sense.
Marcy pulled the fifteen year old in closer and whispered into her left ear. Fionna's eyes were the size of the moon and her mouth was gaped open in disbelief. She slowly started to shake her head as if it was some sick joke. But when she glanced over at the teenager that just told her, she had a very serious facial expression. Fionna couldn't even respond, she was so baffled.
"...H-how do y-you know? Did he tell you!?" Her voice was now bitter and shocked. But the pale girl looked back at her pals and gave a pleading look. But she quickly peered back at the Freshman.
"..No..it was a secret that spread around school by a certain someone. I won't say who. But we don't know why that happened to him or why this person even let such a secret slip. Better yet, this person twisted it and made it sound way worse than how it already does," She explained while placing her hand on my shoulder to help calm her down.
'Who would do such a thing? What the hell is wrong with people?' Fionna thought as she tried finding some other statement to reply back with.
"When?" Her statement was vague, but clear enough for Marceline.
"Freshman year. He was popular for a while actually then you trust the wrong person and then something like that gets out to the public. But we were there for him, since he had pretty much lost his friends and girlfriend at the time. Things were rough at first, then he started to dress and act differently. Hard to explain though."
With each explanation, Fionna became more shocked. Before she could respond, Mr.V came up in front of the class and started talking.
This blonde headed girl didn't have more answers, she had more questions now. The whole time she was in class, it became just one big blur. Her mind kept repeating the words Marceline spoke.
'Fionna, Marshall Lee was adopted..'
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After the bell had rang, Fionna still sat there completely still. She was lost in her thoughts about the one person everyone knew she was thinking about. But she wasn't the only one still sitting there. Ash, Marceline, and Delilah, all sat there waiting for her to say or do something. Suddenly, Marcy broke the silence.
"Are you okay there, bunny girl?" She placed her hand on Fionna's shoulder for comfort, but it didn't seem to help.
"I guess. But who would do such a thing? I have so many questions..and it's killing me," She spoke with a little annoyance in her tone.
She just wanted some answers from a boy she cares so deeply for. He's always alone, always so emotional in his eyes. His eyes always tell her that he's hurting, but when she tries reaching out, she's rejected. It doesn't make her wince, but it makes her wonder even more of the extend of his social withdraw.
Fionna didn't exactly grow up in the happy life, and she certainly didn't take everything so well. So she could see why someone could be completely emotionally broken down inside.
While being bullied, it took its toll on this fourteen year old (At the time she was that age); it always seemed no matter how much she tried, she was never good enough for them. At least, that's what she thought, until she went to therapy. But she tried forgetting all that. But as she said earlier: Secrets aren't always meant to stay secret...right?
"We've had questions for a long time, but never had the balls to ask. He's too emotional for question like that," Marceline paused before continuing, "He asks like he doesn't give a damn about anything or anyone, but he's just very fragile on life." Her hand had been dismissed from her shoulder as Fionna stood up.
All of her new friends followed her league; they all stood up right after she did.
"I know.." Her words were short, but played a very empowering tone into her fellow companion's eardrums.' Who only stood inches away from her.
Truth is, Fionna knew something was wrong. More than one thing to be exact, but she actually had the guts to ask him. And of course after replaying last night in her head, she knew asking such questions would only made the situations worse. But in life...things get worse before they get better..don't they?
"How do you know exactly? You haven't even known him for a week yet. So who are you to agree on something you're probably not sure of?" Ash finally said something during this whole thing. Other than earlier when he was bickering with Marcy.
Marceline glared at him, which made him jump back a little. "I think what he's trying to say, is that you haven't known him long enough to know things like that," The blacked haired girl's voice was soft yet very informing.
"I suppose you're right, but I'm good at reading people.."
"Hold onto that thought, we have to get out of here. I'm going to miss my bus!" Marceline spoke very quickly.
Before the blonde haired, Freshman could say anything, Marceline started to drag Fionna out the door with Ash and Delilah tagging along. All four of them were now strolling causally to the bus ramp.
"So what were you saying, Bunny?" She spoke again already knowing the answer.
The blonde girl hesitated; she didn't feel like continuing this conversation with people she hardly knew.
"Oh nevermind," Marceline's face went from a smile to a death glare.
"What do you mean you're good at reading people?" She knew what she said, but wanted her to restate it. Fionna glanced up and cooked her head and smiled.
"It's not something I can explain. That's why I said nevermind."
"How can you not know, though?" This pale, blacked haired girl was curious. Fionna just laughed, this didn't amuse Marcy.
"What's so funny girly?" She gave her that glare again.
"I don't see the point of how it's important to you exactly," This Freshman laughed at her once again. But Fionna then looked at Delilah; she had a face of anger. Fionna was about to mention it, but the same black haired girl continued talking.
"It's important because, Marshall is the same way. He said he can understand someone just by looking into their eyes. I think it's judging, but he'll say otherwise. He is judgmental though, only because other people make critical judgments first b-" Before Marceline could continue her rant, Fionna broke her in mid sentence.
"Judgments like what? Other than the whole 'adoption' thing; I can only imagine all the names and inferences people said and made," Marceline thought it was a joke at first, but could spot the seriousness written all over her face.
"Have you seen the way he dresses? People think he's this emo/goth kid who cuts himself. They think he's an attention seeker just by what he wears; he gets called A LOT of names. Not many people like him for that, and for all the baggage he carries. People have problems with dealing with people like us. Wonna know what that is? Being different. People automatically think we're the ones with problems. Just 'cause we dress differently and listen to a different music genre. They think our type of music is shit, and that "One Direction" is better. People tend to not like me for my sexuality, but I don't give a shit. I'm being myself and that's all that matters to me. But Marshall has problems being himself completely, of course after what happened Freshman year, I'd get why he'd be afraid. Most people don't want to get hurt like that again..." Marceline had ended her powerful explanation with a smirk while giving Fionna a glance.
It was a lot of information to absorb all at once, but it sunk in, deeply. She wondered if Marshall could tell that she was keeping secrets of her very own. But then rethought that. He always gave her a confused expression, as if it was complicated to comprehend her. For right now, it was better to be left that way. He wasn't the only one with trust issues...
To be honest, Fionna had noticed his dressing style, but really didn't take it into consideration. Why should she? She barely knew him then, and hardly knows him now. She's slowly discovering the secrets that seem to overpower him in so many emotional way. Is his clothing the way to represent his cry for help? Or is it a simple way of his living life style? She wasn't sure at this point. She wasn't sure of anything at the moment, hee mind was all stupid and filled with some many questions.
Marceline was right about the being different part. Fionna knew that she was just the new girl, but already she could tell people were judging her for being herself. She was quiet and wore a absurd hat. But Fionna really didn't care..as long as no one started drama with her. Everything was going to go okay. Or so she thought..
Fionna knew he was afraid; she saw the terror in his brown eyes. She even mentioned it to him, but that didn't exactly end in the greatest way. He ran off, looking as if he was about to burst into tears. And last night, she could tell he was wanted to scurry off inside. This seventeen year old was filled with lots of emotion, but it was all bottled up inside. That's not a healthy way of living. You can only hold it in so much until you blow.
One question did cross her mind to ask this pale girl beside her as they were walking slowly. She had to ask nicely, and not to offend her.
"You made very good points there, and I COMPLETELY agree with you on all of it," Fionna started out all smooth like, but then nervously continued, "But I have one question to ask you, but I'm not trying to be rude in anyway..so..yea.." She scratched the back of her head and smiled sheepishly.
Marce just chuckled at her nervousness. "You want to know what I meant by my sexuality, don't you?"
A little stunned, Fionna made out, "Oh..well when you put it that way..kinda?"
"Bunny girl, don't be all scared. There's a difference between asking a simple question, and just making all these judgments," Fionna just nodded in an agreement.
"I'm lesbian," She said it so nonchalantly and so proudly.
"That's cool. I had a bisexual friend in middle school. But well, I'm straight." Marceline, Ash and herself all started to crack up, but Delilah remained quiet. She had her arms crossed and she looked a little sad.
Fionna whispered into Marcy's ear, "What's up with her?"
She whispered back, "She's probably just jealous. Hold on a second." She walked over to the girl and they stopped walking and were talking. Ash and Fionna kept walking, but shortly stopped when they came to the bus ramp. Those two stood there in an awkward silence.
A couple meters away stood the two girls. Fionna could see them laughed and hugged each other. Suddenly, something the Freshman didn't expect, the two girls locked lips with one another. Everything made sense now. The way they looked at each other, the jealousy Delilah gave her when Marcy and her were talking. Fionna couldn't help but respect the two for being who they were. She smiled to herself as they both made their separate ways to go home. The pink haired girl went towards the car area, as Marceline came towards Ash and her.
Ash said he had to go to the car area as well, so they said their goodbyes as Marce and her started talking again.
"I'm going out on a limb on this. You're dating Delilah aren't you?" Fionna was messing around with her of course; she already knew the answer from the scene she just saw.
Marceline's cheeks became very rosie of the thought of her. "Yea..I love her..a lot," Her voice was very heartfelt and endearing. The blonde girl smiled at her.
"I'm glad you found someone you can love. I'm still searching," Fionna looked up into the blue sky as if she was trying to find the right person beneath the clouds.
"You'll find someone, someday Fionna. You're a pretty girl. And if Marshall can't see that now, I'll make him see it," This girl quickly shifted her head over to Marceline with a huge blush covering her face.
"Oh hey girl, I got to go now! I'll see you around. Bye!" Marcy cheered with a smirk as she ran off to her bus.
"Hey wait!" But it was too late. This girl had already dashed into her bus. Which Fionna had to do as well.
She made it on just right before it was to pull away.
Fionna stared at the empty seat, where Marshall Lee would sit. She quickly sat there by the window, thinking.
'Does she know I like him? She must, wait. Is it THAT obvious? Oh my Glob...what will I do with myself?'
The bunny capped girl smiled. She honestly didn't care if she knew, only cared if Marshall ever found out. She's trying to get to know him better..but clearly that situation isn't working out as planned. Nonetheless, she will keep trying until it kills her, but not literally.
One thing Fionna knew for sure was, as soon as she gets off this bus, she's going to Marshall Lee's house. She's has to know what happened to him.
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Shortly after getting on the yellow transporter Fionna hopped off in about ten or fifteen minutes. Her bus stop wasn't far off from where she inhabited, so it didn't take that long for her to get to her house. Especially for the fact she was running a little faster than normal; the bunny capped girl came stumbling in through her front door. No one was home, as usual. Her mom didn't come home until around 3:00 and her dad came home late. There wasn't really a specific time, he came home whenever work got done with.
Fionna only came home to write done a note for her parents so they didn't worry. By parents she meant her mom; if she wasn't back in time, she didn't want her mom to worry. But Fionna wasn't about to write down, 'OH HEY MOM! I'M AT MARSHALL'S HOUSE!' Her mom would flip shit if she read that. So being as smart as this blonde was, she simply put she was going to be out for a while, studying. It seemed reasonable. After putting the note on the fridge, she headed out the door.
It was going to be a longer walk there and back, but she wanted to see if Marshall was okay or not.
Fionna cared so much about this guy, and she didn't even know why. He was this big jerk who thought she was an annoying little Freshman. She thought Marshall was confusing, considering he acted like the world was nothing, but had a wounded heart. After what happened not even an hour ago, she realized this little shy guy, had more than just a bad attitude. Like, Fionna knew he had something to hide and all, but not like this. He's a broken heart, and when people try getting near him, he begins to bleed. That's how she saw it anyways.
Luckily, she had her ipod along. She implanted the ear piece into both of her ears as she blared her music. Fionna was listening to "Never Too Late," By Three Days Grace. This song helped herself to get through harsh times. It told her that things do get better, even if it doesn't look like it at first.
Fionna has came a long way in life in such a short period of time. She seems all sweet and innocent. But sometimes looks can be very deceiving to the naked eye. She has secrets that no one knows about; people don't have the first clue of what she's been through. All they see is this girl with a sweet smile and a bunny hat.
Her song ended, so Fionna picked out a sexual song to listen to. Not that it was for any reason, it was just catchy. It was "Sexting," By Blood On The Dance Floor. It was a shame that the band broke up, but there were charges against them for committing such a horrible crime.
After about fifteen minutes of listening to various types of songs and artists, she arrived to her destination.
Before entering through the unlocked gate, she quickly stuffed her ipod and headphones into her pant's pocket. She made it through and closed it behind her quietly. The blonde girl strolled nervously on the walkway to the front door.
Fionna couldn't help but blame herself for him not coming to school. She did after all get too personal for his comfort. But there she was, at the front door of his lovely home.
'Knock knock'
She knocked on the door before Fionna realized there was a doorbell. She gave herself a face-palm. Suddenly, there was a women at the door who opened it.
"Oh, well hello there sweetie. May I ask why you're here?" Her voice was gentle and sweet.
"Oh..um..I'm here to see Marshall Lee. I'm from school and he's my friend, and yea.." her voice was unsteady, she was very nervous.
The lady appeared to be in her early 30's, so she was young. Her hair was long and blonde with curls at the ends, with bangs that came just under her eyebrows. Her eyes were a green tint, with a killer smile and rosie cheeks. She dressed as an upper class women. A light blue, knee length dress from Express.
She laughed a little. "Oh, you're the first of his friends to ever come here. I was beginning to think he didn't have any.." She started off strong, but her voice quickly fell in a concerned tone. Not a fake one either.
"Well, Um. Can I see him please, Ma'am?" She tried acting less tense, but failed.
She smiled, "Of course you can, darling. I'd tell him to come down, but he has his door shut with the music blaring. I try not and to disturb him when he's like that," She paused as she let Fionna come in through the door, "He's the first bedroom on the right side. You'll find your way, it's the only room with loud music." She pointed at the staircase only a couple of meters away.
"Thank so much!" Fionna cheered as she started walking up the stairs.
"Oh, what's your name Hun?" The lady asked. She stopped walking up as she turned around with a smile and responded, "Fionna, my name is Fionna."
"Well Fionna, don't call me Ma'am. Call me Marshall's Mom or Carol. Either way." His mom started to walk away.
The bunny capped girl then remembered earlier today. 'She wasn't his real mom, but my Glob, she's so nice,' She thought in her head as she dashed up the stairs.
Fionna realized how beautiful the house was. Everything was so stunning, how could someone not want to live here? But she rethought that. If you live in a perfect house, then you feel as if you should live up to that expectation. And no ones perfect, even if they seem like it; everyone has some dirt on a polished life.
She suddenly started to hear singing and a guitar playing. Could it be? Is Marshall actually singing while playing his Axe bass? She stepped closer to the source of music. It led to his bedroom door, she quietly turned the doorknob, but it was locked. So Fionna put her ear to the door and listened.
She could hear his beautiful voice and the way he strummed his guitar perfectly. It was a song she had never heard before, perhaps he wrote it himself. He was in music class, and Fionna remembered he was writing stuff in this journal when she slipped the note in.
"Tears..
..Blood
Wounds..
..Lies..
..Betrayal.
Always opened minded,
Then judging everyone in sight.
Always being faithful,
Then lying from day until night.
Always saying you're okay,
When really you're not alright.
Heart so broken,
Unable to mend,
Words to never be spoken,
With no happiness to lend.
Trying to breath,
But end up falling,
Can't no one see?
I'm only crawling;
To a place with no pain,
Where the voices hush,
And I don't feel insane."
She only caught a part of the song, but what she heard was very powerful, and she got the message loud and clear. Suddenly she heard his voice again, but not in a singing tune.
"No, no, no! It sucks! URGH!" He sounded very flustered and annoyed. But that was normal for Marshall in Fionna's opinion.
'No Marshall! That was amazing!' She thought in her mind.
"I need fresh air...uhhh," His voice was getting closer and that was Fionna's cue to back up from the door and try to act natural.
Marshall turned the door handle and came face to face with a familiar blonde headed girl with an anxious face.
His eyes became the size of the moon with his mouth quivering, as if he had something to say but couldn't find the right words. His hair was all messy, as if he didn't brush it. He was just about naked, he only had on red and black boxers. His face was blushing or pure humiliation.
"Hahaha..hi there..Marshall.." Fionna scratched the back of her head nervously, as she faced off in the other direction.
"..Um...Hi.." His was was shaky and nervous. He bit his lip in nervousness, this seventeen year old wished he had never opened the door.
"Do you mind if I come in?" Fionna kept her cool. She turned back to him, but staring up at his face; trying so hard to ignore the six pack he had going on, and those V-lines forming.
"Um...yea..sure." He was just so nervous. Who knew this stern seventeen year old could get so pushy in a state of embarrassment?
Fionna walked in casually, but was astonished at the size of his room. He had a king sized beg and a room bigger than her moms and her own combined! His room had wooden flooring, and black painted walls. He had a Pierce The Veil bed set. For a guy, his room was very clean. His Axe Bass laid against the bed while his journal was on the floor, opened.
"Um..well, I'll be right back," His voice started to sound like himself, but it was still uneasy. He shut the door and headed downstairs.
Fionna stood there, staring at the notebook. She knew she shouldn't look, but her temptation is starting to break. The fifteen year old quickly snatched the book and flipped to a random page. The first one she found was called, "Reflection."
Reflection
I looked in my reflection,
I was disgusted at the portrait staring back.
Tears ran down my cheeks; no longer having determination,
I was on the brink; about to crack.
My pale hand covered the mirror,
My eyes wandered off in the distance,
They're blurry; no longer able to see clearer.
I had so much resistance,
But little strength inside,
I breathed; quivering in defeat,
All the fears I had deep inside,
All the sadness I had hidden underneath,
Was just about to collide.
I gazed in my reflection,
Depicting all the flaws I saw.
Tears still dripping out all my determination,
All the urges started to crawl.
My hand detached itself of from the glass,
My eyes stared down,
Everything I once had I tried to surpass,
I stopped breathing towards the ground.
All my fears became irrelevant,
All my depression started to fade.
The pain became unapparent,
Everything went numb;
The pills kicked in.
I crouched in a fetal position; closing my eyes.
My ears could no longer take the lies,
Life became a dream; blurry if you will;
My breathing was shallow.
A light came into view, and then I realized,
I'd never wake up...
Fionna gasped a little in shock, her tanned hand cupped her mouth in disbelief. Her mind was trying to comprehend that entire poem. It was strong and heartfelt. But was it about suicide? She knew it had to be. Just by the last couple of lines. Did this mean he's..no. Emotions tend to make us write down crazy things, maybe it was just a spear of the moment type of poem.
The bunny capped girl randomly selected another page. This one was called, "Lies."
Lies...
They can bur your soul,
Bring fake enjoyment of oneself,
Embark a wall around your heart,
Break every self doubt,
Proving everything
You thought right,
Shatter your heart to
Where it can't beat,
Strangle your soul to
Where breathing is
Unbearable.
And make you second guess
everything...
This teenage girl could relate to this poem very well. Lies always make things worse, but sometimes you have to lie. It may be bad and difficult to, but if it means losing everything, then a little lie couldn't hurt, right?
Fionna suddenly heard foot steps coming up the stairs. She panicked; she tried putting the book in just the right place, but she wasn't sure what page her was on in his book. She tried finding it, she quickly did in a stroke of luck. Fionna put her guilty behind on his bed, trying to act as of she didn't just invade his personal belongings.
He came back in totally different looking. His raven hair was combed in front of his pale complexion, his piercings were in his lips, they were black hoops. He had his usual gauges. He was wearing a Black Veil Brides T-shirt that as ebony, with a silver and black choker. Also black skinny jeans with a chain hanging down with black and white gloves. Along with the gloves starting from his hands and mid forearm, there were regular band bracelets and one spiked one on his left arm. But he was barefoot.
She just kind of sat there with a confused expression. 'Why the sudden change? Wait what? How did he get done so fast? It takes me like at least twenty minutes to look decent enough for school. And it's been what? Five or ten minutes?' Fionna thought while gazing at him with a puzzled look.
"Please don't ask why I got all dressed. I'm wearing this to school tomorrow, and I might get lazy and not want to change," He finally spoke up without having a bewildered tone to his voice. He started to walk over, he grasped his guitar and through it around his back, so the strap is in front. He also then grabbed his book and sent it in his dresser, far of from where Fionna was sitting.
"So, why weren't you at school today?" Her voice was subtle. It was awkward now; she had just read and heard some pretty deep junk from him. It felt so..wrong.
"I didn't feel like going.." He answered firmly as he finally found a perfect place to put his notebook.
Trying to shake the guilty conscious off, she took in a deep breathe to calm her nerves. As she thought about his response, the blonde haired girl wasn't convinced. Today they had music class; Marceline made a good point about it earlier.
Marceline. She remembered their whole chit chat. Their conversation about Marshall..and how the view of him changed in someways, not all. But she couldn't just sit back and act like what he was telling her was the truth, when she knows it's not.
"You're lying," Fionna said it in a matter-of-fact tone.
He swiftly turned around, and shot her a glare. "What makes you think you know that, Fi?"
The nickname burned her inside, but now wasn't the time for that argument. She simply sighed and fixed herself. So she stood up and took a few steps closer. Which in his room, he was still far away from her.
"Why would you miss school on the day we have music? You love music, yes? You wouldn't miss it if you didn't have a real good reason," She was so sure he had him now. But tried not pushing too much, she didn't want Marshall to cry.
"It's none of your business of why, please leave.." His voice indicated he was going to break down in any moment.
"Are you going to be okay?" Her voice shifted to a tender like tone with big blue eyes.
"I'll be fi-" He stopped talking as his body gave in. His knees trembled as he came tumbling down, well he would have, but Fionna caught him in the nick-of-time. It was a good think she had a lot of upper arm strength for a girl, even no he wasn't at all heavy.
"Oh my Glob!" She was flabbergasted by what just occurred. Fionna got him onto his bed quickly.
"Oh my gosh Marshall! What happened?" Her voice was completely concerned.
"Ohh..uhh. What happened?" His voice was weak, but understandable to her.
"That's what I'm trying to find out!" Fionna replied. This girl pushed his black hair from his face and she placed her backhand onto his forehead.
"Oh my God! Marshall! You have a terrible fever, you're just burning up."
"I'll be fine, just go.." He was very weak and helpless in his state.
"I'm not going anywhere Marsh. You need medicine, like now."
"Like no," He mocked her.
"I'm not leaving until you fever goes down, I'll be right back," With that, she dashed down stairs to talk to his mom.
They talked for a bit, and she gave Fionna flu medicine to bring down his temperature. She rushed up and opened the door, only to see Marshall strumming his guitar while perching on the edge of his bed.
"I have your medicine!" She cheered with a smile.
"Well, good for you, I'm not taking it" He had a cocky attitude. She wasn't used to that kind of Marshall. But alas, she knew that he was just trying to push her away..once again...
Fionna walked over with the liquid in her tiny hands. She sat right next to him on the huge bed, but Marshall was more focused on the instrument he was playing.
"You're going to take this like it or not," She stood her ground, but it wasn't enough.
"Um no, how about you leave, and I'll see you tomorrow, k?" He was still strumming his Axe Bass.
"Don't you get it? You'll only get worse and worse. You could die. I'm not being over dramatic here, 'cause it can increase into pneumonia. Please take it.." Her voice was filled with anger, but yet so heartfelt.
"Why do you even give a shit anyways? It's like it really even matters," He rolled his eyes in annoyance as he continued to fiddle with his guitar.
"STOP! Just please stop...I care about you and I want you to get better," She looked away, trying to fight back tears.
Marshall Lee stopped strumming by laying it against the bed. He gave a gigantic stare at Fionna, but she was facing the other direction. But she could feel his stare on her.
"What did you say?" Marshall asked with a firm voice, but it was soft and gentle.
Fionna bit her lip, trying to hold in the emotions that started to build up. She inhaled the exhaled out gently.
"I care about you Marshall Lee, so please take this," Her face started to turn near him as she handed him the medicine. Surprisingly, he took it out from her grip. That's when she gazed into his eyes, hers were glossy.
He sighed, but then took the amount that was needed.
"There? Happy now?" He rolled his eyes once more as he jerked up from the bed.
"Stop being such an ass, dude. I know you're just trying to act natural, but you suck at it," Fionna started cracking up so hard she almost died; his facial expression was priceless.
His cheeks got a bit rosie as he yelled, "Please leave. I'm asking you nicely now."
"Haha okay dude. I hope you feel better." She was still giggly, but recomposed herself.
But before she left, she did something no one expected, not even herself.
She gave him a hug and whispered, "Bye Marshy."
Fionna smiled as she found herself out the door. She left Marshall Lee with a slight pinkness in his cheeks.
He was starting to see her as a friend, no longer and annoying Freshman.
As Fionna was exiting the house she said goodbye to his mother, who was distracted by cooking, but managed to give out a 'bye.'
This fifteen year old realized that she didn't find out why he wasn't there at school today, but she was going to find out. Maybe not now, maybe not tomorrow. She'll find out when he's ready to tell her. She does after all, want his trust; Fionna has a strong feeling that she can trust him, and that's all that matters to her right now.
She smiled to herself. When she realized no one could hear here, not even random people walking on by past the house, she whispered out loud:
"I hope someday you will be able to look at me more than just an annoying person, because I see you as so much more..."