Forever With Me《Marcelee》

Chapter 37

(MARSHALL'S POV)

I'm never drinking again.

It just never left my mind what Ashley said. I just couldn't imagine myself doing that to her. I couldn't imagine myself betraying Marcy.

I need to get my mind off things, without drinking.

I put on a shirt I randomly grabbed and headed out to nowhere, in particular. It was already midnight. I just floated, lying in the air and let the wind take me to wherever. The thought of Marceline consumed me again.

I avoided the Candy Kingdom palace. I don't want to see the ruins the fire had left. It left me a void no one and nothing could fill, not even myself.

I stumbled to the gum couple's cabin. I let myself in. The door creaked as I opened it, light leaking inside the dark house. I turned on the lights. I didn't see anyone, not even Peppermint Butler. They're probably asleep already. I floated around, exploring the cabin.

The first thing that attracted my curiousity was the stairs leading down. I looked around before descending the stairs.

It was dark. I brushed my palms to the wall, looking for a light switch. I flicked the switch on as soon as I felt it and light bathed the room. It was Bonnie's lab. This doesn't interest me, but just for the sake of getting my mind off things.

I floated past the test tubes, some flasks and cylinders containing some colored liquid. I reached the microscope. There was something placed on its glass slide. This, I'm interested in. Things are quite amusing under the microscope.

There was a pink hard-bound notebook laying beside the microscope. Probably Bonnie's log book or something. A pencil was inserted between pages, indicating the page she stopped writing. I picked it up to see what things she writes in here.

My eyes widened as I read.

Marceline's ashes

I read further.

... traces of silver powder found.

What the hell does this mean?

"Ma-marshall?!" I heard that familiar squeeky voice. I looked up the stairs and there stood Peppermint Butler, staring at me. He ran up and I quickly followed him. He had already screamed Bonnie's name.

As I ascended the stairs, the pink couple was already there, standing in front of me in their pajamas. Bonnie immediately noticed her notebook in my hand.

"Marshall..." fear laced my name as it escaped her mouth.

"What's the meaning of this?" I immediately questioned as I raised the notebook for them to see.

"We were going to tell you," Gumball answered defensively.

"You were going to tell me? When were you planning to tell me?!" I began to raise my voice. I opened the notebook to the page and read quickly. "This date, this was written three days ago. When the hell were you going to tell me?"

They kept silent. And I raised the inevitable question. "She was murdered, wasn't she?"

"Marshall, we don't know for sure..." Bonnie stated, but wasn't able to continue with whatever she was going to say.

"What else could this mean, Bonnibel? Why would there be silver? It must've been sprinkled onto her. That's it. I know Marcy's not weak. She could've thrown the rubble off herself. She could've easily dodged the falling ceiling. She could've easily flown out of the castle, unless there was something stopping her," I reasoned.

"We do not know for sure, Marshall. It could've been the powder I stored in my lab," Bonnie countered sternly and seriously. She was fiercer than her boyfriend who just stood beside her.

I leaned close. "You do know that vampires are cursed to burn at the touch of silver, right?"

"I do. And I'm still investigating," she stated now calmer. But anger was still burning inside me.

I walked past them. "Somebody did this," I muttered as I stopped.

"Or it was all an accident. Marshall, I know it's hard now that Marceline's dead-"

"Don't say that!" I yelled, cutting Gumball off as I turned around.

"Marshall, just accept it! You're ruining your li-"

My fist landed on his cheek and he fell to the direction. Bonnie gasped. He should've known better than to talk trash about my queen.

"Never say that!" I growled.

"You're going crazy, Marshall!" Bonnie cried as she bent to the floor and wrap her arms around Gumball. "We don't know what really happened!"

Why are you all giving up so easily on her?

I'm not going crazy, am I?

I stormed out of the cabin and flew away. I found myself sitting on top of the humans' treehouse. It felt like I was bringing myself anywhere because I had nowhere else to go. Our house is empty and lonely. Schwabl is all that I have, and even he grew silent.

So that's why I could never be convinced that she's... gone. It just seems impossible for her to succumb as easily as that. That's why there's just this feeling that she's still here.

Am I just having trouble accepting this?

Or might it be because I refuse to accept it?

I looked at the moon. "Marcy, am I going crazy or are you still looking at the same night sky as me?" I muttered to my self. I want to hear her voice so bad.

Crap, I was supposed to stop thinking about this. But with what I just found out, I'm just really convinced that someone did it on purpose. But who? Why would he or she do it? Whoever that person is, he must be knowledgeable about vampires.

What am I thinking? Who would want to do that to her? And why? I don't see any reason why this had to happen to her.

Maybe they're right. It could've just been an accident.

I don't know what to think anymore. I don't know what to believe in anymore. I keep saying that she was purposely murdered yet I still believe that she's still alive. Maybe I am losing my mind.