Alright thanks to my reviewers on this story so far! You guys rock! This chapter doesn't have much language. But it's kinda freaky! o.o Enjoy!

Madge POV

Gale walks me out of my room, scratch that out of the monsters room. I'm finally free of him, I can live a life now, even though I have one problem. I have no where to live. Gale's arms are around me, it's a little embarrassing. I have a limp when I walk now, the jerk pushed me to the ground so hard I hurt my leg.

"Madge where's your father? We can take you to him." I freeze, he doesn't know, nobody does. "Madge?"

"Just take me to Mario" I spit at him, I don't mean to be rude. But some emotion just swarm over me, and now I'm pissed. Gale starts to put his arms around me again. "Don't touch me." I swipe his hands back. Why am I acting like this, he just saved your life Madge!

"I-I'm sorry." he looks hurt, I don't care, I just want to get to Mario's. I lead myself to the elevator and Gale follows behind. We have an awkward silence, I feel bad now, I don't know what came over me.

"Gale I-" I'm interrupted by the beeping of the 1st floor. Gale walks out not even bothering to ask what I was going to say. Good job Madge, your savior hates you. Again.

We make it to the entrance of the Drunken Oar, it looks like Mario and his wife are cleaning up.

"Madgie!" he calls out with a smile, "How are you- what happened to you!" him and his wife come rushing over. "I told you not to mess with our waitresses you bastard!" he slams Gale against the wall.

"I didn't touch her, " he growls at Mario, "But I'm done with her." he pushes back Mario and stomps out the door.

"Oh Madge did he hurt you?" Crystal, Mario's wife asks sincerely.

"No, he actually saved me." I can feel the tears building up, why am I crying? Who cares if Gale and I aren't friends, I don't need him. I never did need him!

"You don't have to tell us anything, where's your family?" Mario says putting and hand on my shoulder.

"I don't have one." silent tears run down my face.

"Oh you poor thing, you'll be staying with us for now." she smiles at me. Defiantly has more teeth than Mario.

They take me to the very top floor of our building. Level 6, store owners and Merchants get a free room. A nice room. When we walk in I'm overwhelmed, this place is beautiful, it's not ocean decorated, but looks like a Princess could live here. It's like my old home.

"Pretty nice eh?" Mario asks nudging me with his elbow.

"Yeah, it is." I sigh deeply.

"Ok sweetie, our guest bedroom has a bathroom with it, go ahead and take a shower while I prepare dinner." it's 2 in the morning and they're just eating dinner? I'll never understand people.

Gale POV

That selfish bitch! How dare she treat me like that, after what I did for her? Who does she think she is? Oh that's right a spoiled Merchant will always be a spoiled Merchant. I think as I storm up to my room, people scurry away like a bunch of rats as a I pass them. Everyone knows not to mess with a Hawthorne.

I finally stumble to my room number, everything is starting to get blurry. Gah, I really need to stop drinking. Where the hell is my key? Frustrated I rip off my jacket and search like a maniac, all I want to do right now is sleep. But is that too much to ask for? I think it is.. Finally, I find the damn key. I walk into my room.

"Ah Hells Teeth!" the Maid didn't come and straighten my room. That just makes me even more infuriated! I stumble into my room, I'm going to have the biggest hangover tomorrow morning. Great.

Madge POV

In the shower I sit down and let the boiling water pour down my back. I can wash away the man, wash away all the problems he's caused me. But, no matter how much I scrub I still feel dirty. Dirty and sick, I'm ashamed of myself, the Madge Undersee from District 12 may never be found. I am now the Madge Undersee from District 2 who sleeps with men for a home. Who am I? What have I become? I'm lost, so lost, and I don't think anyone can help me.

I look around my shower, there's a little pouch full of free containers. Shampoo, Conditioner, Shavers. I stand up and grab the shaver, unwrap it, and hold it to my wrist. Maybe this is the only way I can deal with pain. Slowly, I put the sharp blade down on my skin, and move it fast, blood starts trickling down my arm. Dripping, it starts to sting now, I like it. I take the blade over my skin again, slash, and again, slash, and again! My whole arm is soaked in blood. What's wrong with me!

I collapse on all fours, shaking and sobbing loudly. Am I really that messed up to start cutting? This isn't right, but I don't know what else to do, I sit up crossing my legs over each other, slash, slash, slash. It's not too deep to kill me, but enough to make me scream inside.

As I'm watching the blood ooze from my arm I hear a soft knock on my bathroom door.

"Madge honey, dinner is ready." It's Crystal.

"I'll be out in a minute!" I call out to her, I have to hide my arm, no one wants a insane person living in their house, right? I get out of the shower and find a bunch of bandages. I wrap my arm with them multiple times. Blood soaks right through it immediately.

When I walk into my room I find a gown over my bed. It fits tightly over my naked body, and fills ever curve. Another thing that doesn't help is I don't have any underwear. Just what I need, a free gown to make me look even more sluttish. At least it's long sleeved, you won't be able to see the damage I have done to myself.

"Hope you like noodles, Madgie Padgie!" Mario gives me a toothless grin, he always likes to rhyme my name.

"Anything will be fine." I whisper.

"Madge honey, if you could come into work around 1:30 that will be great."

"Yeah, that's fine," maybe I can apologize to Gale earlier in the day tomorrow. "And thanks for letting me stay here." I try to smile, but it ends up being a creepy twitch of my lips.

"No problem honey, stay here as long as you like. We love company," Crystal says warmly. After about 15 minutes, Mario and Crystal say goodnight and go to their room. I find myself starring at a reflection of me in my room. I have a long body mirror, I'm sitting in front of it, in the dark. All I can see of myself is my sad eyes. I unwrap the bandages around my arm, the cuts are swelling, they could get infected, like I give a shit.

On a dresser near my bed are some whine glasses. I don't really drink so who needs them, I take the smallest glass, and throw it onto the floor. It shatters into large sharp pieces. Why Madge, why are you doing this? I think it's my conscious speaking to me. Because I'm insane! That's why. Oh my god, I'm talking to myself. I grab the largest shattered piece, and hold it up to my wrist. Slash, slash, slash.

Yup, Madge is crazy... and Gale has a major drinking problem... Review and tell me what you think! (: