Fionna was beyond devastated with her situation. She had never felt the type of loathing she did for her grandparent's decision. She had become so depressed she had locked herself in her room for three days, not answering phone calls from Cake, or offers of food from her mother. She simply sat on her bed writing a song to Marshal, pouring her heart into the song. On her last day of solitude Fionna was playing the song, recording it onto her computer, a beat playing as she would strum her guitar.
"I leave the gas on
Walk the alleys in the dark
Sleep with candles burning"
Her eyes flickered to the flame of a nearby candle, a small smirk on her face at the irony.
"I leave the door unlocked
I'm weaving a rope and
Running all the red lights
Did I get your attention?
'Cause I'm sending all the signs that
The clock is ticking
And I'll be giving my two weeks
Pick your favorite shade of black
You best prepare a speech
Say something funny"
The verses made Fionna think of all the laughs she had shared with Marshal, he could make any situation hilarious.
"Say something sweet
But don't say that you loved me
I'm still breathing
But we've been dead for awhile
This sickness has no cure
We're going down for sure
Already lost our grip
Best abandon ship...
Maybe I was too pale
Maybe I was too fat
Maybe you had better
Better luck in the sack
No formal education
And I swore way too much
I swear you didn't care
'Cause we were in love
So as I write this letter
And shed my last tear"
She wiped her face, a hysteric laugh escaping her lips as she finished up the rest of her song.
"Know it's all for the better
That we end this here
Let's close this chapter
Say one last prayer
But don't say that you loved me
I'm still breathing
But we've been dead for awhile
This sickness has no cure
We're going down for sure
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New Beginnings: Year One
FanfictionWhen Fionna is accepted into the Ashville (town it takes place in ;D) Arts Academy to follow the musical steps of her father, will things be everything she thought they would be? Or will an unexpected, nearly unwelcomed friendship spark something in...