AN/: Trigger warning: self harming.
I'd like to point out that her eyes are not always red. They are naturally brown but when she gets angry her eyes flash red. At the start of the Fic she was angry at everything, making her really really mad. :)
Her head hurt and her hands were stained red as she made her way up the path to her parents house.
She heard the door unlock and it was opened by her mother whose smile dropped off her face when she saw her daughter in the state she was in.
"Get in and clean yourself up. Marshalls moved into your pathetic old room and your staying in the attic while we figure out what to do with you." Marceline nodded and ran up both flights of stairs to the attic where she dropped her bags and went into the 'bathroom'. it was honestly just a horrible old toilet with a mirror propped next to it and a hose attatched to a single black pipe.
Looking in the mirror she fell to the floor; her face had also been slightly stained from her rampage earlier on and she looked horrific.
She went back into her bedroom and rooted through her bag until she found a small razor blade she had taken out of a pencil sharpner.
"One for not being like the others." she choked, slicing her wrist as she said it. "two for being ugly." Another slice. "Three for being wrong, and four for being myself." She looked down at her arm and watched as the blood trickled across her skin.
She hated everything about herself, her laugh, her eyes, her weight, her looks and most of all, her personality. It was growing stronger and stronger each time someone pointed out all her petty little flaws. Each time someone looked at her oddly or pointed and laughed at her.
Her entire person was built up on self hatred.
"Five for thinking i really could help who i was." She whipered, letting the razor cut her again.
"Marceline, your gaurdian's here!" Her mother shouted, smashing the door with her fists.
When she walked into the kitchen Simon and her mother imediantly saw the cuts and gave her two completely different looks. Simon's was full of sympathy and sorrow. Her mother's full of disgust and hatred.
"Dont you have the decency to cover them up?!" she shouted, making simon jump and pale visibly.
"Sorry mother.." The girl mumbled, trying hard not to cry.
After simon left her father came in and imediantly scowled at his daughter, putting his breifcase on the kitchen table and taking the food out of the oven.
"Get upstairs you. I dont want to see you until you come home from school tomorrow you fat cow." Marceline fled the kitchen and once again found herself in the attic. This always happened. She would be left in her room to starve to death while the others had guests over and had dinner. It was another thing that marceline wanted to kill herself because of.
When the morning came marceline was already awake, not having slept the whole night because the neighbours were having a party which her parents and brother had been invited to.
"Get up you lazy bitch!" her fathers voice boomed from outside making marceline cower in her sleeping bag.
Having no clothes to change into she grabbed her bag and walked out the room.
"You wont be having any breakfast. Your fat enough as it is." Her mother spat when marceline walked into the kitchen, hopefully looking at the bacon and toast.
It was cold and windy outside as marceline strolled down the street towards school. Her stomach growled and her clothes were already feeling loose having eaten nothing the past two days because of homework.
She walked into her form and once again felt the entire room look at her.
"S-Sorry im late..my parents neighbours were having a party last night and i didnt get any sleep and my parents forgot to tell me to get up."
"You look terrible." Her teacher stated, making the laugh roar with laughter. "Tell me, why is it that every day for one week of every month you always come in late because of your parents?"
"They're...forgetful?" Her teacher nodded and marceline sat down at her desk.
Everything she does...everything she is can always be traced back to him. Ash. She thought she had taught him how to be a better person, how to stop with the drugs and the alchohol and the smoking, how to love her. She thought he had all the answers but now...now he fears her like some kind of...monster. A ghost.
She looked over at bonnibel and for some reason she smiled. A smile was on her face.
"Bonnibel...?"
"Yes marceline?" The younger girl turned and smiled back at her.
"Will you...help me with my work?" Bonnibel nodded and moved closer to marceline, reading what she had written before looking back up at her, confused.
"Its...good. Why do you need help?"
"Homework...i mean my homework." She mentally kicked herself for being so stupid.
"Sure..We'll walk to yours after school, yeah?" Marceline nodded and got up when the bell went.
What had she done? Why would she invite bonnibel over to her parents house?