Ex-Girlfriend Needs To Stop Her Friends From Taking Over The World With The Help Of Ex-Boyfriend, Bitch, and Assasin by: Panic! At The Disco

The One Where Marina Goes Crazy

Marina's POV

I'm not sure how much time it's been. Seconds, minutes, and hours have came and went. I was beginning to see my ribcage, despite the bloating in my lower stomach. Those are the symptoms of starvation, right? I studied starvation in my old school, and now I can't remember anything.

"Try to remember this, Marina." I muttered to myself. I started hitting my temples. SYMPTOMS! I NEED SYMPTOMS! AM I GOING TO DIE?!

I couldn't remember really anything at all. Flashes of odd things came to me. A man lying on the ground without his eyeballs as a redhead stood over him. A dark-headed boy standing beside a mini-van with cuts and dirt covering his face. A husky police officer flirting with a brunette girl.

"Why don't they make sense? I need these things to make sense!" I screamed, and grabbed my knappy hair. Not showering for weeks does things to a girl.

"Oh, sweet little Marina. It seems you've lost something important." I voice said from behind me. It was the brunette from my faint memories.

"My memories? My mind? There's a lot lost, and I'm fully aware of that, bitch." I said knowingly without turning around.

What did I know? My name is Marina. My last name is...Cinnamon? Thyme? It's one of those spices. I am 18 years old, or maybe 19. How much time has passed? I have been raped, burned, throw off a cliff, cut, stabbed, you name it, and yet I'm still here. I'll occasionally blackout and dream about a woman with purple eyes. But I still can't piece any of this together.

"AAAHHH!" I screamed at the top of my lungs in frustration. I felt a cold hand on my shoulder and turned around to be eye-to-eye with piercing blue eyes meeting my green.

"Marina, guess what? Lacy has gone for the day. She said I can do," she came close to my ear and whispered, "whatever the fuck I want."

"Who are you? Who's Lacy? Where am I? Can-" I whispered back, but something struck my face. I gasped and held my face to find blood. She had slapped me and scratched me at the same time. Her nails were already painted blood red, but now they were dripping with the color. I glared at her.

"Now, now, Marina. Don't get angry at me. I wasn't the one who erased your memories. You did that to yourself." This brunette purred. Why does she hate me so much?

"Can you just leave me alone?" I murmured. She drew her perfectly plucked eyebrows together for a second, almost as if she was realizing something.

"Marina? Oh my god! Who did that to your fac-" She said before shaking her head a little and returning her evil glare.

"What did you just say?" I asked slowly. My mind is completely gone. It's official.

"Don't mind me, dearie. I've just got a little voice in my head that will go away soon." The brunette said. I wasn't convinced. There was someone else there, someone who knew me.

"Madame Luna? Come back to bed!" I heard a male voice say from outside of my door. The brunette, Luna, I guess, put a smirk on her face and walked to the frame of the door before turning back.

"Don't worry, dearie. I'll be back to play." Luna said before turning and leaving. Now I was back to solitude.

A/N
yasss, Marina is completely cray-cray. I love writing crazy Marina. I finally wrote even though I have a shitload of summer school work and a Buffy The Vampire season to finish. This is a sorta short chapter though, oops.

The song of this chapter is Sikamikanico by: The Red Hot Chili Peppers.

~Mrs. Clifford