"Geez, what's your problem?"
Graham had backed Marshmallow into a corner, and stared her down with cold, menacing eyes. The athlete's stony eyes locked onto her own, and it was at that moment that Marshmallow instantly regretted what she had said.
"You're always messing up our plans. Every. Single. Time. We can't even have a good time without you and your smart mouth trying to ruin the fun. Look at that! Little four eyes ran off. And it's all thanks to you. Aren't you our friend?"
The last sentence hit Marshmallow like a truck, and she bowed her head. "I..."
Graham punched her in the shoulder. "Don't do it again. Get up. We're going."
She turned around and strutted away, not bothering to look back. Cotton, who had been watching with a smug expression, followed suit, only glancing back to make sure Marshmallow came with them.
After a few minutes, Graham had distance herself from the other two. Graham had a habit of distancing herself when she was upset, which was quite often. The volleyball athlete was very self reliant, and often did things on her own. It was at that time when Cotton turned towards Marshmallow and opened her mouth to speak. "Look Marshmallow, Graham's just trying to say that you need to change. Like yeah, you might think you're doing things right, but let me tell you - girl, you're doing things wrong." The taller girl spun towards her and pointed her finger into Marshmallow's chest. "You need to get your act together. You're like us. You're and elitist."
Marshmallow nodded in compliance.
"By the way, it's your turn to treat us." Cotton winked and ran to catch up with Graham.
Marshmallow opened her mouth to say something, lifting her hand a reaching out to her friend's distancing form, but stopped short. Her heart felt empty. Empty after yet again disappointing her friends, letting them down at crucial moments. She found it amazing how they still maintained roughly the same relationship they started out with. Yet, her eyes were hollow, her throat was hollow, her heart was as empty as deep space, and everything was empty - this was a dream.
She was conscious of this, standing there in pure emptiness. Suddenly, the street was gone, her friends were gone, everything was gone... All she could feel was nothing. She floated there, in the void, with small particles of light hovering around her like specks of dust. She wasn't sure whether they were five feet away or five light years away.
She could only float in the emptiness.
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Marshmallow opened her eyes, meeting the blank ceiling above her. Through the windows a faint light poured in, filling the room with enough light to see rough outlines of the contents of her room.
It was barely five o'clock. Marshmallow normally woke up two hours later.
She looked around her room. There was little to fill the space - a desk, her laptop, her bed, and a drawer with her clothes. Nothing more. She didn't bring anything else with her in her luggages. There wasn't much to bring anyways; when it came to small meaningful items, Marshmallow was broke. She had nothing to remind herself of her past. But she knew in her heart that things were better like that, for she knew the past brought nothing but pain. Yet even with her room of the present, it felt awfully empty.
She closed her eyes and sighed. It was five in the morning and she was awake because of unpleasant memories. Marshmallow sometimes wished she could let it go. In fact, she even wished it never happened. Or, even better, that it wasn't as bad as she thought it was. Hopefully she would fall back to sleep.
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This is Inanimate Insanity 2, I swear!
FanfictionMarshmallow isn't the smartest person, but as soon as she saw her name show up for season two, she knew she was going to regret it. It started as a lingering feeling; small, in the back of her mind. But as time progressed, Marshmallow found herself...