It's been three months since I have seen Arthur. Let alone spoken to him. I know where he lives. I know where to find him. But I chose not to go after him. I don't need him. Especially if where going to keep fighting like this.

I made a treehouse believe it or not. It's a cozy tree house big enough for me to live in. The location: at the top of a tree located in the forest near Walmart. Now I chose this location for a reason. Walmart lime to throw out food . Anything that is out of date even by a few days they toss in there dumpsters. So every morning whatever is there i take with me to my treehouse. 

Its late at night: my flashlight in my left hand . The gallon of Hawaiian punch in the other. I climb up the tree house and make it to the top. Checking out that the ghost is clear I Unlock it.
The treehouse has one room. My room to be exact.  It even has a outlet to charge my phone.i was able to build my own circuit board thanks fo Walmarts dumpster.
I put the gallon of juice on the counter  then I plop in bed .  I'm about to shut my eyes when a knock startled me. Someone is banging on the tree house door.
My eyes open fast as I slowly grab the bat next to my bed. Ready to break someone's knee caps if I have to. After what happened between me and the other gangsters I learned a few things . One of them being. If your alone then at least have something to protect you. The bat that I killed general 48 with: stays in the treehouse at night with me. A reminder that I'm not weak and I have power .

Cautiously I peer through the treehouse window. My eyes go wide as I open the door. There ace stood. Wearing his military camouflage pants and army shirt.

" Ace?"
My voice sounding more over shocked to see him. Ace stares at me taking in my new dark aesthetic.
Another thing that changed about me. I am no longer fond of pastel outfits. All I wear is black goth outfits. And I want to dye my hair black. I don't want to be a red hair girl anymore. I want to have something that makes me tough. That makes me feel like myself.

" Mari.....
Arthur um......"
" If you bring Arthur here I swear to God -"
Ace hands me a envelope as I look at the handwriting.

- to Marianne from Arthur -

Glancing up at ace I wait for a explanation. Ace shrugs his shoulders and hands me a Walmart bag.
" The gangsters are worried about you.  "

" Ace do me the favor of shutting up. There are no more 'gangsters'. It's just you and Arthur. I appreciate the goodies you got me. Tell Arthur good riddance."

Then I slammed the door in ace's face. I watch as ace climbs down the ladder disappearing into the forest.
Puting away the groceries that ace bought me I can't help but feel bad . Ace bought me food and I'm over here acting like a stuck up bitch. 
It feels amazing.

I plop on my bed silently as I stare at the envelope in my hands. Something tells me to open it. But I really don't want Arthur's love notes. I don't need his pity. We both went our own ways. And that was something that took me long enough to adjust to.
I'm a hole different person now. For the greater good of my life.
As I open the envelope my heart beats fast: I'm anxious to figure out what's going on. Why after three months and a half did Arthur want to get in contact with me ?

-dear Marianne
Hey it's me Arthur .  I just wanted to make sure your alright. I know your living in the tree house . I won't come visit though because I know you need your privacy. So I sent ace to deliver the message to you.
The truth is I still love you and that won't change. I understand that you don't love me back it's fine. Just please: at least show up to the funeral.
Where having a gathering tomorrow at my mansion. Me, ace and the new gangsters......
There very nice.....
I just
I MISS YOU
So please at least join the funeral gathering. I know becks and the others would be disappointed knowing you didn't show up.
Sincerely
Arthur-

I toss the paper in the trash and let out a sigh of defeat. Although I don't want to admit it: but Arthur is right.
They were all I had the closest thing to family. Something I lost at a young age . Let's not forget becks.....
She saved my life: sacrificing hers in the process. It would only be right to go to this funeral gathering.

But ....
I don't want to face Arthur again. I still feel guilty for what happened. The argument we had three  months ago..... I said some things that I can not forgive myself.

I grab my purse and put my shoes on . It's a quarter till nine pm. The funeral shop doesn't close until ten. Might as well go choose my outfit.

" How about this one?"
The clerk hands me a black dress no sleeves.
" That's too sluty."

Suddenly the clerk hands me a whole bunch of outfits
" Try them all on then."

Well ....
I guess it's time for a fashion show.