Forever With Me《Marcelee》

Chapter 16

(MARCELINE'S POV)

Marshall? It is Marshall! "Marshall!"

He faced me. Without saying a word, he ran to me. But before he could get to me, the next thing I heard were the sounds of clinks and I realized his hands were bound in chains. "Marceline!" He screamed as he struggled to break free. His wrists were sore and red.

"MARSHALL!" I yelled. I reach for him. I ran to him, but it felt like I never even moved. I felt someone grab my wrist. Another one grabbed my foot.

I turned to see who it was but there was only darkness, and from there, many arms appeared, grabbing my limbs and my body.

I tried to break away from their grip. I abruptly swerved and thrashed to free myself. But a hand that let go was replaced by another one.

Gradually, there were more and more. They even started choking me and covered my eyes. "MARCELINE!" I heard Marshall shout, but I can't see him now.

"MARSHALL!" I yelled as I reached out to him. There was the slightest feeling of skin that I touched with my hand. It was very cold. And then it was gone.

I woke up, my hand reaching for the ceiling. Marshall. I hope you're okay. Please be okay. There's no way you can hear me now but I'm still hoping that you're okay.

I've been having nightmares since then. They slowly kill me. They feel so real. And the happenings just echo in my mind, over and over and over again. I miss you, my king.

(MARSHALL'S POV)

"What the hell Ashley?!"

"I'm sorry Marshall," she said, in the verge of tears. "It was just a prank."

"That prank could have killed me! Seriously, garlic?!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she begged.

I was just sleeping and she threw a garlic at me to wake me up. Yeah, a very harmless prank. "What are you even doing here?" I asked. She kept crying. I recovered from being exposed to sunlight, but now I have a fresh wound on my chest.

"Get out!" I said furiously and abruptly pushed her out of my house. I walked towards the bathroom and faced the mirror. I was only wearing my boxers. I looked at my reflection, and saw my wounded chest.

A tear fell from my eye. My heart is aching, a pain far worse than this wound. Marceline. I miss you. The past week has never been easy for me. I've grown attached to you, I'm used to seeing you everyday. This is new to me.

Another day starts without you. Not even a message. No you. I can't get you out of my mind. I don't know how you're doing. Have you eaten already? Did you get enough sleep?

I realized that I was already slumped on the bathroom floor, my face flooded with tears. It's been like this every day since then. I drank. I destroyed things. I never went out, and only did to got check out the portal.

Mom and Ashley keep messing with me. They just won't stop. This is by far the worst mom has ever done to me. But I'll never give in.

Marcy, they did this so I can't see you. They destroyed everything that we could possibly utilize to see each other. They don't want us together. They did everything to keep us apart.

I'm so sorry, Marcy. I'm sorry...

I'm sorry I let you down. I'm sorry I wasn't able to stand up for us. I never thought mom would go this far. I should've done more to prevent this. I hope you're okay, my queen. You can't hear me now. But I hope you're staying strong. Please stay strong for me.

I know it's only been a week, but it seems like millennia. I have grown used to seeing you every day, and this is new to me. There was not a single day that I didn't think of you. Not a single day that I didn't cry. I've never cried this much my whole life.

And I know I sound ridiculous right now. The second I realized the situation, I missed you already. I tried everything. I did everything in hopes of seeing you again, but to no avail. Nothing worked.

I'm hurt that I didn't see you for a week. But I'm not depressed because of that. I miss your smile. I miss your voice. I miss your scent. I miss your glances. I miss everything about you. I miss you. But that is not what I am moping over. I'm not afraid of waiting, even if it's for nothing. That's nothing I can't handle. That's not what's destroying me.

But what fears me most is the thought that I may never see you again.