A/N;; Filler chapter. Again. Most of this story is filler chapters, Jebus.

So, here's why I just uploaded last night's update chapter: bonfire, then Rea had me over… And we went to another bonfire… And found out her neighbor White & Nerdy's name is actually Josiah. He mows his lawn like the guy in the "White & Nerdy" music video does, that's why we call him that.

Now he's "Amish Paradise" too, and Rea was all amused.

And that concludes today's little unrelated story to this chapter. Please join again next time~

Making Fiends © Amy Winfrey
Photograph © Nickelback

WARNINGS: Mentions of past abuse (verbal, physical), possible implied murder...

"Every memory of looking out the backdoor
I got my photo album spread out on my bedroom floor.
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye
Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye."

-"Photograph" by Nickelback

6:38 AM.

The electric clock indicated to her she had been up for a good day, no sleep, no naps, no anything. Rocking back and forth in a ball, she had buried her face in her arms that were crossed across her knees. "Why can't it be like when I was nine?"

Her father had woke her up at five to tell her about her friend, Maggie. "Says she jumped and slit her throat. See what happens to all your friends?" Charlotte had immediately pulled out an old photo album from back when she lived in Clamburg, the one her and her grandma made, and began flipping through the pages.

One page was at the Sweetheart's Dance, and Charlotte had found a picture of her crushing Marvin into a hug. His face was bright red. There was also a picture of her and Vendetta. Vendetta (now Viktoriya) was pushing her away, probably screaming at her. At that dance, Charlotte attempted to get Mort to dance with Maggie, but it ended badly.

Then there was shy Marion, who back then, was too nervous to even ask Charlotte to help her dance with Malachi. And Malachi was a lot less of an asshole.

Oh! And Grudge? Still a giant hamster.

Why was life so different now than it was? Because things and people change. She obviously didn't stay the same. With her grandma, she had been sheltered from everything her dad believed in and was.

Her dad was just an angry man. Maybe if he wasn't so abusive towards her mom, she'd be alive. Maybe if he didn't put his daughter down with words, she'd respect him.

And maybe pigs will fly.

6:59 AM

"And then, like, you know Weylin, right?" Marvin sighed as he continued cooking the pancakes as his chatty sister, Ophelia, raved on to Nicholas on how school went yesterday.

"The Atheist?" Laughing, Ophelia nodded. "He grows up in this super-fucking-."

"Nick, language," Marvin rubbed his head wearily as he worked.

"Shut up, gaywad!"

"Anyway, he was always looking over at me and blushing, and Delilah was all like, 'OOOOO~ Girl, he liiiikes you!' And I was like, 'Uh, no way! Get out!'" Nick had decided smashing his head into the table was better than this, and with a sister like Ophelia, you'd prefer that choice too.

"Ophelia," Marvin scolded. "Can you stop talking for ten minutes?"

"For once I agree with this fucktard."

"Language!" Marvin sat down and placed the pancakes on the table as the rest of the kids attack them. He grabbed a cup of coffee and took his spot in dad's usual place. "I'm going up to the hospital later, but I'll pick you up from school.

"So do I gots ta go ta Auntie Gwen's?" Marvin nodded at Rachel. "WHY?"

"Because… I can't take you up to ICU…"

"Intensive care unit," Paul told the table. Ophelia gasped.

"Like, OH- MY- GOD!" she pulled out her phone. "That Weylin kid's brother was at the hospital all night! He came home at like, four, and just got up and is going back there now.

Marvin raised an eyebrow. "What's Weylin's last name?"

"Elise." Her phone began to sing. "Oh! He texted me!"

"…Okay," the eldest brother sighed, and stood up. "I'm going…"

"Bye, douchebag." Marvin paused, turning around. "Have a great day."

Marvin frowned and walked out of the house.

11:48 AM

Marvin sat in the cafeteria as the rest of the gang tried to wake up. "Has anyone tried to call Charlotte?" Viktoriya yawned, stretching out before taking a sip of her coffee.

"Yeah, but her dad said she was still sick."

"What she got?" Malachi mumbled, probably tired from lack of sleep.

"Eh, I didn't hear," Marion said. "He said she'd be up as soon as she could.

Mal's eyes closed briefly, and he looked as if he was about to faceplant into the table. Mort shook him. He jumped up and yawned. "You need sleep."

"Two hours can get me through the day," the redhead told them, and shook it off, and chugged his coffee down. "I'll be fine."

"I doubt it," Marion said, rolling her eyes.

"Mal, just go home, get some sleep…"

"I'll be fine!" Everyone grew silent, and then Grudge let out a yawn. "Sorry."

"It's fine, we're all testy."

"Why'd we get up this early?"

"Because Mal told us they'd let big groups in to visit her…" Grudge mumbled to himself, not attempting to sound rude, but pulling it off well.

"Look, we're all very tired, so let's stay away from each other until we wake up," Marvin told them. They all reluctantly agreed, and Marvin walked outside. Mort followed him, and they both sat on the curb. Mort glanced over at him, and pulled out a cigarette.

"Ya want one?"

"No thanks," Marvin said. "Besides, you can't smoke by a hospital…"

"Well, they're gonna let me." Marvin gave an empty chuckle. "What's up?"

"Charlotte." Mort clicked his tongue and inhaled deeply. Marvin wrinkled his nose at the smell of the smoke.

"Have you talked to her?"

"Her dad wouldn't let me." Mort's look became confused. "I think he's the reason why she isn't here."

"Like, he locked her up?" Marvin nodded. "Sick, dude. So whaddya gonna do?"

"Excuse me?"

"You could like, rescue her, ya know?" Mort began to ramble, and Marvin's eyes widened in shock.

"Yeah!" Marvin jumped up. "I'll be the hero!"

"The hero!" From the inside, a nurse was watching the two, eyes wide in shock, and the two gave her a sheepish look.

"Whoops." The nurse approached them.

"YOU CAN'T SMOKE BY A HOSPITAL!"

"Aww, shit!"

Charlotte's clock read 3:34 PM, and she flopped back on her bed. She felt angry, for her father had left her alone and locked in her room again, and she had nothing to do.

Until a knock came at the window.

She looked over to see….

Marvin?

Yes, Marvin had somehow climbed up to her damn window, and knocked on it. She opened it and Marvin rolled in.

"Hey." Charlotte didn't know what to say. "Sorry for blowing up on you… I was just… Mad was all."

"Why are you here?" she asked, in shock. "Not l-l-like I didn't want you here, b-b-b-but…"

"I want to save you from here." Marvin said quietly. Charlotte gasped.

"B-b-b-but…"

"Come on, you gotta admit: it sucks here."

"B-b-b-b-b-but…"

"Let me save you."

The door downstairs slammed close. "You better go." Marvin's eyes widened. He turned around.

"I'll be back tonight then." Charlotte nodded and Marvin jumped. Charlotte closed her window and pulled out her literature book. Her door opened and she looked up.

"Hello, Father."

Fail ending for a fail chapter. This chapter was more-so comic relief than drama.

-Dar