A/N: The below text is the full title. Enjoy. Warning: Suicide, blood and a brief sentence about a car accident.


So long to all of my friends (Everyone of them met tragic ends)


Marceline didn't exactly realise how bad Marshall had it. So when she found her brother on the floor in his room, blood pooling at his head, she didn't know how to respond at first. It was her sixteenth birthday in under six months and holy crap her brother had killed himself. She'd screamed for help after her brain began fully processing the situation, tears streaming down her face as her mother came to her side, Hudson slowly walking up the stairs before noticing that both of them were crying.

"Gwen, take her to Simon's for the night." He said in that same emotionless tone that Marceline would hear six months later.


She hardly slept that night, tossing and turning in the guest bed that Simon had provided her. All she could think about was Marshall's cold dead gaze turned to the door, blood staining his porcelain skin.

Marceline was sent to school the next day without a word, Hudson smiling and telling her 'everything is going to be all right, Marcy.' She remembers shuddering at the words and getting out of the car as fast as she could, slamming the door behind her as she muttered a quick bye.

Everyone seemed to be staring at her during lessons that week, even her usual bullies simply cast a glance and hurried away from Marceline as if she had some sort of infectious disease.

"I'm sorry about what happened, Marceline." One of her teachers had whispered to her as she sat down in her usual seat. "If you don't mind, I'd like you to stay behind so I can speak to you at break." Marceline nodded numbly and stared down at the blank page in front of her.

Turns out the teacher, Miss Adams, had lost a sister in a car accident when she was Marceline's age. Marceline listened with intent as she explained her coping methods and told her that grieving never really stopped.

"There are things that might seem different now to before, big things like your brothers room and his belongings to little things like his favourite colour and the way you two walked to school," She had said, sitting across from Marceline with a sad smile. "Hang onto those moments with happiness, not sadness. His memories are still your memories, they shouldn't be filled with sadness."

And in a way, Miss Adams helped Marceline a whole lot.


Sorry for the late update guys. The only excuse i have is that im a shitty human.

I have two ideas for the next chapter and I sorta want to interact with you guys a little bit. You guys can vote for either a chapter based on Marceline and Keila's relationship or Marceline and her mothers relationship.

Or, y'know, whatever you guys really want to know more about.