A/N Mood whiplash, guys. This whole thing is filled with mood whiplash. LOL, enjoy! ;D

011. Memory
Columbia sits at the edge of her bed, tears flowing down her cheeks, ruining her makeup. She has never felt so alone before. She wants someone, anyone, to care for her. She lays down on the bed and remembers. She remembers when she and Frank had been close. They had done everything together. From eating dinner to walking in the park to working in the laboratory. She had always been right by his side.
The groupie shakes her head. Those are nothing but distant memories now. They are nothing but reminders of what once was and never will be again.

012. Insanity (note: this won't seem like it fits very well at first. think about it for a bit…)
He destroyed her. Everyone could tell. They took one look at her and immediately knew that she was not who she used to be. He had taken a beautiful young woman with a bright future ahead of her and twisted her. She could never go back.
She felt herself plunge deeper and deeper into insanity with every passing day. She felt herself losing sight of everything and everyone. She felt herself not care that all of this was happening. She didn't even remember how to care anymore.
And yet when Frank was with her, everything felt okay for a moment.

013. Misfortune
The words "Columbia" and "good luck" didn't exactly go together. No, not at all. On the contrary, the poor girl was more accident prone than anyone else in the entire castle. If there was a loud crash or a cry of pain, Columbia was almost always the culprit. And the worst part was that it was not at all on purpose. She simply didn't have the best of luck.
However, instead of people being there to comfort her when she made these mistakes, she could always be assured that Frank would be by her side, ready to laugh at her.

014. Smile
Columbia had been having an absolutely terrible day. In fact, it had been so absolutely terrible that she had given up about half way through lunch and gone up to her bedroom, where she did not come out for about an hour. Suddenly, the groupie heard a knock at the door. She turned to face the entrance of her room and saw Frank. He walked over to the groupie and patted her on the head. She sniffed and looked up into his eyes. He smiled.
That smile – that simple, gentle smile – meant the world to Columbia.
Everything felt okay again.

015. Silence
All Frank hears is silence. It hasn't always been like this. Columbia used to always be there. She followed him around, tap dancing and singing and talking and doing just about everything she could to get his attention. The groupie would have done anything to be noticed. She had annoyed him so much, and yet he was getting rather nostalgic over those days.
However, ever since he had started working on Rocky, the noise level has noticeably decreased. He no longer heard any singing or dancing. Just silence. An awkward silence. A silence that signified something was missing.
Something important.

016. Questioning
Columbia always loved questions. She was always curious. She wanted to know about everything. Frank, however, had started to get annoyed by her curiosity. In his opinion, groupies were to be seen… not heard. So on those days where she followed him around asking annoying questions, he sometimes lost it. Today was one of those days.
"Columbia!" he snapped, turning to face her. "Isn't there someone else to bother?" There was a moment of silence, before he spoke again. "I mean, why so many questions?"
The groupie stared at him innocently for a moment before smiling and asking, "Why not?"

017. Blood
She tried pretending that he was a good person. When he did something wrong, she tried as hard as she could to act natural or forget about it. The idea of being in love with a bully was not exactly what she wanted in life. She wanted to be in love with someone good and wholesome and nice. When Frank did something wrong, she made up an excuse.
However, when Columbia saw Magenta, sobbing and trying to clean up the blood from Riff Raff's whip marks, she was forced to remember. She was reminded of who Frank was.
A monster.

018. Rainbow
Columbia felt alone. She always felt alone nowadays. She sighed and stared out her window, looking out into the rainy sky above. She could hear the light "tap, tap, tap, tap" of the raindrops on the roof. A bird flew past the window. A single bird. Columbia thought it looked lonely.
A tear rolled down the groupie's cheek. She was not sure what to do with her life anymore. She was still contemplating things when Frank walked in. He smiled.
"Look up, Columbia. Whenever there's rain, there's gonna be a rainbow."
Columbia looked up and, sure enough, he was right.

019. Gray
Columbia walked around outside. The rain dripped onto her head. Every now and then she would step in a puddle, ruining her shoes. She did not care.
As she walked, she thought about Frank. She loved him. She loved him so much. And yet… he did not seem to love her back. She was nothing but a pest to him. He had been trying especially hard to avoid her lately. The groupie sighed as tears rolled down her cheeks. More rain fell onto her bright red hair.
Columbia looked up at the sky. It was gray. Just like their relationship.

020. Fortitude
Magenta told her that he would never love her. Riff Raff told her she was just wasting her time trying to be with him. Nobody believed she would ever be able to be with the man of her dreams. He did not love her, and nothing she did could change that. And she knew it.
However, she did not give up. She never left Frank's side. She talked to him and hung out with him and did everything she could to prove that one day, possibly, he would love her.
She would never give up. Frank would someday be hers.

A/N A few of these are getting butchered thanks to the "100 words exactly" rule. It kind of annoys me.