I've recently decided that I'm going to kill myself.

I have no purpose on this earth, really. My own FATHER forgot my birthday.

I'm a screw up, a mistake, a catachresis unto myself.

I go down to the kitchen and ponder the way in which I will kill myself. After hours of debating, I decide to eat myself to death.

At least I won't die hungry!

So, earlier on, I had the cook make some cookie dough, claiming I was going to bake cookies.

By now, I'm about half way through the entire bowl, and I'm not even full yet!

This is pathetic.

I am pathetic.

I groan as I spoon another bite in my mouth, enjoying the sweetness of the cookie dough.

Jones walks into the kitchen, takes one look at me, and asks, "What the hell are you doing?"

"I'm killing myself." I say defiantly, adjusting myself better on the counter.

"It's three in the morning." He points out.

"Good. That way I'll die with no one in my presence. Now go away." I snap, taking another sweet bite.

"Suicide by cookie dough?" He asks with a smile, gently removing the spoon and bowl from my hands.

"Yes." I confirm, though I never thought about it that way.

"Why?" He questions, seating himself on the counter next to me.

"I'm a mistake. Everything I do goes horribly. I screw EVERYTHING up." I explain, biting my lip to keep my eyes from watering.

He watches me struggle for a moment. And then lifts my chin up so I'm looking up at him with tear-filled eyes.

"Nah, you're not a mistake, Ravenwood." He says. "You're just at an awkward age to do anything perfectly."

"Oh yeah, you would know, Mr. Mature Man. You may be nine years older than me, but you're no wise one." I inform him, a single tear going down my cheek.

"There's the sardonic girl who likes to punch me that I know." He says, nudging me.

I look at him and give him a teary-eyed smile, feeling better already.

"Thanks." I say with a deep breath of air.

"Now," He continues, "Do you feel sick at all? You probably just ate your weight in cookie dough."

"Nope. I may be small but my stomach take up most of my body space." I reassure him.

We clean up the kitchen, (I'm not exactly a neat eater) and walk back to our rooms.

"Goodnight Jones. Thanks." I say sleepily, opening my door.

"It's Indy." He says.

"What?"

"Call me Indy." He repeats.

"Only if you call me Marion." I yawn.

"Fair enough."

I laugh at his openly amiable face.

"Goodnight, Indiana Jones." I say finally, shutting the door.

"Goodnight Marion." I hear through the door.

Indiana Jones...

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Well, that was a rather lengthy update. Six shorts in one day! That sure makes up for the writers block! REVIEW OR DIE!! Hehe..death threats...gotta love them. :) Anyways, review and let me know of any typos in any chapters!