lover || mandy milkovich

/ 19 /

Just Like the Pilgrims Intended
TW: self harm - suicide

"What else did Grammy buy you guys?" Fiona asks as she walks into the kitchen.

"Liam's ipad." Ian tells her.

"Sorry, buddy, gotta sell everything." Fiona takes it off him.

"She still won't get up." Debbie walks downstairs.

Monica hasn't left her bed since she was bailed out.

"I know what I want for Christmas." Carl smiles.

"I told you not to go up there." Fiona tells Debbie.

"What?" I ask Carl as nobody else was paying attention.

"An AR15 rifle." He says.

"I'll get that for you." I smile.

"Wait, really?" He asks.

"No." I laugh.

"Is there something wrong with her?" Debbie asks Fiona. "She hasn't got out of bed in days."

"It's just what she does." Fiona says.

"Little Hank has a rifle." Carl tells me.

"Little Hank will be in juvie by summer." I reply.

"Mom is bipolar, Debs." Ian tells her.

"So like the north and south pole?" She asks.

"Sort of." Ian says.

"I wish Lip was here." Debbie sighs. "You should call him. He will know what to do."

"There is nothing to do, Debs. It is what it is." Fiona says.

"Well, I'll go see if I can get her up." I stand up and pick up the coffee and toast.

"Morgan, don't-" I hear Fiona say as I walk upstairs.

"Hey, Monica." I say as I walk into the room. "Hey, I wanna go back to that club tonight. You know, the one you took me to."

I sit down at the side of her bed and wait for her to respond, but she doesn't.

"Will you go with me?" I then ask. "Come on, it will be fun. You can wear that purple shirt."

"Here, you want some coffee?" I try to give her the cup but she doesn't move.

She then turns to look at me. "Honey, Mom really needs to rest." She quietly says.

"Please?" I beg.

She doesn't say anything and just turns away again.

I sigh and then leave the room.

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"Hey." I say as I walk into Mandy's room.

Ian and Lip were both already there because Lip wants to make some type of video to his unborn son.