Juno wasn't sure if it was because she was tired, or because recent events had been of the most unbelievable kind, but once again she found herself seeing things unfold as if it was someone else in her place and she was a mere spectator. If fucking only, she thought to herself very, very far away. Mostly, however, it was disbelief. What Cecilia had said made sense, and she had no reason to doubt this woman, but somehow it still sounded so unbelievable Juno found herself chuckling lightly and shaking her head. With the lack of information she had had, Juno had thought...she had no idea what she had thought. Certainly not that she had given Marco a huge dose of dope for the day only nine hours ago, not long enough for any real withdrawal to kick in and make this a little bit justifiable. Hope, what a motherfucker.
Slowly, Juno got up off the bathtub and away from Marco. Still he droned on with the same 'me, me, me' bullshit like it was a self-fulfilled prophecy that he was and would always be exactly as he was right now. "Everyone's a fuck-up." She murmured.
"Every fucking one. I'm such a fuck-up I spend all my energy surviving day by day and trying not to let the shit my parents did to me poison me even more than it already did. It's all I've ever been able to do. No dreams, no aspirations, nothing to show for because there's shit in my head hammering on and on that takes all of me to keep down. I push people away too. I always have. I don't open up, I lash out." She was speaking louder now, and possibly crying. It didn't matter. "No one ever really got close enough to wanna help me through shit, I had to help myself. But not you. I've said like ten times I was here for you. Cecilia has apparently been putting up with your shit for longer, and she was trying. But you had to go and fulfill your own fuck-up prophecy, stretch the rope and see how long it took to hang yourself with it. I gotta let you hang, Marco."
She passed behind Cecilia, once again on her way to the door. But Juno was still far from done. "You know, I knew you would disappoint me. You said so, I knew you would eventually. I just didn't think it'd all happen in one single fucking day. I'm covered in blood because of you, every single cell of my body aches because of this shit. I thought it'd be worth it. All fucking day long I've spent trying to get you to understand. I'd never stuck around for anyone else, I thought maybe I could change that." She sniffled, reaching for the knob on the door. "But you keep hammering on about being a fuck-up like nothing, no one is worth it to you. Like it's written in fucking stone! After every fucking thing that happened today, you still think you were in the right, and nothing could possibly be done different. I don't care what pills you take, what kind of brain fuck-up you've got, we would have helped you get there, you shithead. I said a thousand times I would! They keep saying you can't help someone who doesn't wanna help himself. Ain't that the fucking truth?"
Pausing, Juno took one last look at Marco. How it was possible to feel so much sadness, so much regret about someone she hadn't known very long was beyond her. Maybe because in the grand scheme of things, time was relative. She had known people longer, but spent less time with them. She snickered, shaking her head. "Almas gemelas." Derision poured into her voice. As if. She only had herself to blame for thinking anyone would be worth sticking around for. Maybe she wasn't the problem after all. Before leaving, she looked at Cecilia. "Are you okay to finish up and leave by yourself?"