Alright guys, I've done some thinking, and you know what? We're continuing from Chapter 6. Let's get Chapter 7 started! OH YEAH!
FIONNA'S P.O.V
I carried my old green backpack on my back, it was stuffed with clothes and personal belongings that I wanted to keep with me. I waited on the roof of the treehouse, waiting for Marshall to pick me up.
~Flashback~
"Listen, Fionna, Zack is going to be looking for you, when he doesn't find you around Aaa, he'll come back here. We need to get you somewhere safe, so you have half an hour to gather everything you'd like to keep safe. I'll meet you on top of the treehouse." Marshall explained.
I glanced at the rubble on the floor, then looked back at him. I gave a single nod, then looked back to the rubble. I walked towards a broken picture frame on the floor, I picked it up, a picture slid out and fluttered to the floor. Not noticing Marshall behind me, I picked it up. It was a picture of us, back 3 years ago, before he left me here. I turned it over and found small scraps of his letter, taped to the back. I read it quietly as he peered over my shoulder.
Fionna, I don't want to see you hurt yourself. I've hurt you as much as it is.
Don't cry. Don't cry. Please. I love you, Fionna.
Listen to me; you can't go cutting yourself, you can't starve yourself, and you sure as hell can't give up on life itself.
I subconsciously gently rubbed the scars on my wrist.
You have to be the strong, brave adventuress we all know.
I don't like what you've become, baby girl.
I looked behind me. Marshall was staring at me, wide-eyed in shock.
"You kept parts of it?" Marshall asked.
I didn't answer. I just grabbed the scraps and the picture and ran to my room in a hurry. I dug out my old backpack, pulled out my old duct tape wallet, and slid them in it. I put the wallet back in the small pocket of the backpack and closed it. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
"Let's get to work, Fi." I muttered to myself.
~Flashback Ends~
"You know, I kept them for a reason." I whispered to myself. "They brought me small amounts of strength for a small amount of time. It didn't do much, knowing you were gone, possibly forever, but strength is strength. Am I right?"
There was silence as I waited for the immortal boy to return. I kept my eyes out for the dark figure in a dark hoodie, waiting for him, once again, like I did for two years. This time, I knew he would be coming back.
Okay, so short chapter, but it's just me trying to reassure you guys that I'll keep the story going from here. Don't worry, there's still plenty of the story left to go. Love you guys so much. Reviews help me out, so review it up and if I don't already have ideas for the future of the story then I could possibly use some of your ideas. :D Thanks so much!