A/N: Hi! Thank you guys for the awesome reviews! Keep them coming because they really push me to write more! Also I remembered what I had to say last time! Go on my bio and vote on my poll! I want to know if I should make an account on some app or website and which one! So far Instagram is winning :)

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~Fionna's POV~

By the time the sun set on Saturday night, I was practically done with everything. I hung out with Marshall all day, which is awesome, but for some reason I couldn't shake the feeling that I had lost every ounce of interest for doing anything. At first I thought that I no longer loved Marshall. I almost fainted when that thought passed my mind. I knew I loved Marshall, but it still didn't explain why I was lacking interest with our date.

I think Marshall noticed too, because at one point he looked at me funny and asked if I was okay. He said I wasn't acting myself. I told him I was just tired, and he let it go. Later on he brought it up again, claiming that I could tell him anything if I needed to. I told him I would always tell him if something was wrong. And as I sit alone once again, I give myself another cut for the awful lie I said and the horrible truth I hid.

Now I was really desperate. Desperate for an escape, and a much bigger one than the method I was already doing. My arms were absolutely filled with cuts, so much I couldn't possibly fit any more. My thighs were getting close to being covered, and my stomach still had clean skin. But I wanted more. Not just silly cuts. Something in the back of my mind was telling me that I couldn't get any worse than what I had become.

The voice in my mind told me what had to be done. And I knew it was right. I knew right then that I was going to kill myself. Standing up, I was already forming plans in my mind.

I settled for the pills. I had quick access to them anyways.

I poured a bunch in the palm of my hand.

"Am I really going to go through with this?" I asked myself out loud.

'Yes,' The voice in my mind answered. 'You are.'

A single tear rolled down my cheek as I prepared to swallow the pills.

"Goodbye, Cake," I whispered to my beloved cat, who just sat at my feet, staring into my eyes with her big black ones.

"Goodbye, blades," I whispered to my only escape.

"Goodbye, house," I whispered to my home that I would never see again.

"Goodbye, Marshall…" I whispered to a mental image of the only person who cared about me enough to stay. "I'm sorry, but it has to be done. There is no other way."

I tilted my head back, and brought my hand to my mouth.