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this is triggering

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I quickly leave Marshall's house and make my way to Fionna's.

I knock on the door quickly and it opens. It's Joyce.

"Fionna's in the living room" she slurs.

I walk in and look around.

I glance up and see Cake in her pajamas, standing in her doorway.

Joyce walks to the kitchen and grabs out a huge bottle.

Dear lord this family is falling apart.

I first walk upstairs and grab Cake. "You go to bed okay?" 

I set her down in her bed and tuck her in.

"Everything is gonna be okay, okay?" 

She nods and hugs her stuffed cat close. I lean over and kiss her forehead.

I walk out and shut her door.

I walk in the kitchen and look at Joyce.

She's chugging it like she hasn't had any liquid in weeks.

She looks over at me. I walk over and take the bottle away.

She gives me an angry look and reaches for it.

"Go to bed Joyce" I say sternly. She waves her hand at me and starts walking to her bedroom.

I throw the bottle out and go to where Fionna is.

She isn't there.

I sigh and look around for her.

I find her in the bathroom and she has a handful of pills.

Fear builds up in me. She brings them to her mouth and I slap her hand down. 

The pills fall to the ground.

"Leave me alone!" she screams. She pushes me away and drops to her knees.

She tries to pick up the pills.

I yank her up and away from the pills.

"My dad is no where to be found! my mom is becoming an alcoholic!" she screams.

"They both don't care about me! no one cares about me so whats there to live for!?"

"Fionna get a hold of yourself!" I yell.

She just keeps sobbing and trying to get at the pills.

I take her into her room. 

"Stop it" I say sternly. She stops and takes a couple breaths.

"Lay here until I get back" she nods and climbs in her bed.

I clean up the pills, borrow some of her dads night clothes, and I lay down next to her.

She finally fell asleep. I get a glimpse of her wrists and they are filled with cuts.

I look down at her thighs and they look the same.

I sigh.


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