By KnotgrassKola008. Disclaimer I do not own Nepeta, Chopper, Fluttershy, Gavin Free, Alex (ImmortalHD), Setosorcerer and Martin (bodil40). Nepeta belongs to Andrew Hussie, Chopper belongs to Eiichiro Oda, Fluttershy belongs to Hasbro, Gavin Free works at Rooster Teeth, Alex works at the Creatures and Seto and Martin do YouTube. I do not do this for financial gain.

Chapter 25: Goodbye Corfu

Nepeta stared around the storage room one last time.

The large room itself was filled with pieces of paper. These pieces of paper were stuck all over the walls, in fact they covered every bit of wallpaper in the room. Nepeta could not spot any black wallpaper except for the ceiling. The lights on the ceiling itself were dim, incredibly dim but just enough light to see some bits.

On each bit of paper, there was something drawn in crayon. It was made either in black crayon, red crayon or any dark colour. No happiness about these drawings and everyone of them was filled with heart-breaking pain.

Some were just massive scribbles that meant nothing, some were shadowy figures, some was just red blotches on a page, others had nothing except water droplets and many seemed to be ripped to shreds and taped back together.

At the end on the room was a simple grey cushion, a large box of crayons, empty crayon boxes and a blanket. Nothing else. The carpet under her feet felt itchy and the artist eyed the room.

For the two years when she got home, she spent most of those two years in this room.

Her pain, anguish, miserable and healing process all went on in this room. She only came out of the room for the toilet and scrub herself 'clean'. Sometimes she would stay for hours in the shower, scrubbing until her skin was red or stay in her room for days on end.

Repeatedly drawing out her feelings or nightmares.

Her mother and big sister questioned her behaviour, questioning at great lengths. Nepeta just said that she was in a pickle and could always handle herself. Her mom left it as that, trusting her daughters words but Meulin took some time convincing.

Her mother would bring her food but Nepeta would sneak out when nobody was at home and took food herself. Although her appetite diminished sometimes. This process repeated that she lost track of time but got better and better at covering her tracks.

In the end of her two years she pushed all of those memories into her head; any feelings with it were locked away as well. Nepeta felt better but felt tired and slow, only finding out her sisters long term boyfriend dumping her really got her out of her room.

Her hair had grown past her shoulders and was a knitted mess, bags under eyes, sweat, dirt, smelling like shit, nails long and her body felt itchy.

A few changes and bath later, she had pushed it down.

Her mother was pleased for Nepeta to be feeling better and called her daughter a ''strong tiger'. The shipper felt like a disgusted liar and forced her cat-smile.

It was painful.

One look around the room even now, Nepeta felt scared. She hadn't had time to remove any of the paper.

She had to tell the police the description of her attacker, and then be with her friends.

She first thought of telling the entire story like she did to her mother and sister but felt the confidence lose in her chest. So decided to just say something bad happened to her a long time ago and needed help to get over it. They didn't even press her for details, instead they talked to her and started on about antics.

Finally her right hand closed the door and she wandered towards the stairs. Her arm still in a cast and a sling. The cast itself had been finely decorated by her friends. The ones that couldn't draw put colourful messages down while the ones that could put strange drawings on (like a horse with human hands instead of hooves).

It was a little bit more of a pain to do some things but she struggled through those things at least.

Finally getting to the top and rounded out her wrist.

Then moving her body outside and into the small area. All the cats still laying on the floor, most purring and other meowing. Nepeta struggled to sit without causing any more pain to herself. Finally folded legs on the dusty floor, many cats began wandering towards her. Purring or trying to snuggle up in her lap. Nepeta gave a wider smile and giggled happily.

More and more of her furry friends became to roll around or circle her in some demonic way. Though a few began to scratch her thighs and claw at her clothing. Even at heart they could be murderous. For a few minutes she scratched and even purred in tune with them.

"SIS!"

Her sisters loud voice snapping her out of her relaxed state, looking up to see her big sister looming over her. Nepeta raised up her hand and was pulled up, almost losing her stance. But was then pulled into a hug. Meulin quickly nuzzling her face into Nepeta cat hat.

Then she was pushed away.

"I'm clawful." She muttered under her breath. Her usual happy go charm and ability to look on the bright side was gone. No cat smile but a soft frown, her black hair pulled into a tight ponytail. Her usual cat jumper was gone with only a grey t-shirt and blue skirt. At least she kept her socks and black ballet pumps.

"No, it's fine-"

"No it's not!" Her sisters voice almost screeched but pulled her into another hug.

Nepeta could only pet her sisters back in an effort to calm her down. Then was gently pushed away.

'Have you ever been fine?' Meulin sighed with her free hands.

The shipper gave a slow shake. Truth was the best thing she could offer right now.

'No matter how many times I cheered you up, played video-games with you or even searched the Internet for ship?!' Her signing became quicker and Nepeta almost missed a few words.

"There were good moments and bad." The artist mumered. Even when she pushed it all down, some days were just too much.

'There really was nothing there was there.' Meulin signed.

Nepeta nodded and waited. Both standing in silence until Nepeta talked.

"But I want you to feel happy." She squeaked out.

''Honestly…I feel cat-astrophioc and I can't stop ignoring those negative feelings anymore. It really hurts. I always ignored them and pushed them past, even when I was with mom or him. Now these…negative feelings are too much.' Meulin finished off, her signing this time slow.

"Oh…" Nepeta knew of her big sisters appeal to everything paw-sitive but this was much more that she ever thought.

'So that's why I'm moving out and leaving Corfu.'

"Excuse me?!" That simple sentence caught her completely off guard. She almost twisted her bad arm and stared at Meulin for a few seconds.

"B-But what about mom and-"

"What else is there?! Nepeta I've been living with mom for so many years after high-school. I am deaf, barely have any talents, I ignore my own feelings and the only friend I have is my god dam ex who will not stop texting me!" Her voice was extremely loud but Nepeta watched in frozen fear. Her sister had never shouted at her ever.

"Do you know where you might go?" Nepeta whimpered out, holding back.

'Maybe America or somewhere in Europe.' Meulin signed.

'I've told mom, I can't stay here anymore.' She continued signing.

"Any plans if you get there?" Nepeta questioning continued.

'Get a good job, make some money, get good friends, maybe fall in love and get three cats.'

Nepeta stared at her sister. At least she was making cat-puns but Nepeta felt that was only a little hope.

"Then…Then I hope you a purrfect life." Her voice felt shaky but this time, Meulin gave a soft grin. It wasn't a cat smile but a soft and gentle smile. It looked so perfect on her. This time, Meulin pushed away the messy bits of hair on Nepeta head, leaned over and placed her forehead against Nepetas.

"I'm sorry I could never make you truly happy." It was almost a deathly whisper and finally the match-maker pulled herself away from her little sister. Walked past her and bent down. Her hands petting one kitten on the head.

Nepeta bit her lip and struggled not to say anything else. She didn't want to leave it like this, honestly she wanted her big sister to be happy. Though her mind was blank, it was a huge probability that Meulin had made up her mind and wouldn't change it.

So she struggled herself to get inside.

Then was meet with her mother.

Nepeta felt her mind go blank but she straightened her back and stared back into her mother's eyes. Diana stared right back at her daughter, hands clasped together and pressed against her chest. Her eyes were heavily bloodshot and already had bags under her eyes.

"Kitten?" Her voice sounded quite sore.

"Mom." Nepeta stated back.

"I just wanted you…I wish you well on your holiday." Diana spoke. Nepeta nodded.

"Thanks; are you alright?" asked Nepeta (though clearly she wasn't).

"I'm…I'm sorry…I am so sorry that I could never say the right thing." Her voice was choking up but she held all of it back. Her emotions swirling behind her eyes.

"Nobody has ever said the right thing." Her daughter breathed out.

"But that was advice! Advice that I thought would lead you to happier and better lives." Blurted out her mother.

"I've ruined both your lives." Diana acknowledged with a struggle in her voice. Her hands were now holding her black t-shirt she wore.

Nepeta just stared in pain, "do you want me to-"

"No honey…please just go with your friends and have fun. Since I'm not going to ever make you happy."

The black-haired girl listened in horror at the sentence but found again that her mind was blank. Not a single word came into it and then she left her mother with only a gentle hug and shuffled down the stairs and outside.

The sun glared at her but nothing was really fazing her. Her tired eyes spotted the others in front, of her. They stood in the group and Nepeta shaky smile. Though it was entirely see-through already. Martin ruffled her head and the others kept a close eye but Nepeta mumbled that she was fine.

They began walking back to where the few taxis were stationed. Nepeta was leaning and walking against Faith (who was happily holding her shoulder). The others were talking, Nepeta found some joy in there being no silence. Especially listening to her friends conversation was fun.

"Ok how about this, for one million dollars…after every kiss you get a six year old will have to beat you up and win." Gavin suggested heart fully as both Alex and Akura listened.

"Fuck that, I'm not getting beaten up by a six year old for one million dollars." Akura snorted with a flip of her hair.

"Can I beat up the child and still get the one million?" Alex asked.

"No…you have to let the kid win." Gavin mumbled.

"But it's after every kiss, so that means you get beaten up in front of the person you kissed." Martin pointed out.

"Can it be any six year old or higher?" Chopper asked with a gleam in his eyes.

"Killing someone does sound like fun." Seto chuckled.

"Beating Seto, not murder." Martin muttered but with a smile all the same.

"Yeah, we're not killing six year olds Seto." Gavin expressed.

The blue-haired fighter almost growled, "we are not discussing this right now."

Quickly an argument started up between. Nepeta gave another shaky smile.

"Nepeta do you want any help?" Faith asked.

"Yes…yes please." The shipper whispered and finally nuzzled into Faith.

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So her family is now seriously broken apart. Her arm is still broken and now she is still scared.

I am a koala and my beta is i-forgot-adam.