Willow was bleeding all over Garnet. From her mouth, from her guts, from her back.

She started to drag the tip of the shard against Garnet’s cheek.

“I’m a sore loser Garnet.” She confessed. “But I think you already knew that.”

She dug.

“Pick an eye.”

“Good morning.”

Willow flipped Garnet onto her back. It hurt. She felt it move in her body. Willow stared at the body, the features of the girl in the darkness glowing from the flashlight. Her eyes dragged across her cheeks to her nose to mouth then back to her eyes. She sat on her chest, waiting the breathing to s...

There was the scream of Willow followed by the squelching of her guts slipping out through her back. She screamed again and again as she shoved her hands under shirt, ripping a piece of tape and then she screamed again when she plunged the piece of plastic in her wound. For a moment, Willow was only...

Willow had thought dying would be more romantic. It was anything but. She wanted to vomit. She wanted to cry. She wanted to do anything else than to lay wasting. She sobbed. “I… I have no idea how you survived this long, dumbass.” Her finger pressed the switch, jabbing Garnet with the stun gun in th...

“Depends.” She sniffed. Large tears rolling on her cheeks. “Personally,” she raised her body, letting the dulled chandelier sway in her guts, “I’d like to go see the stars.”

“Guess.”

Her fingers dug into guts and flesh. Not hers for once. She searched. For a tool, an escape, something to change the ending. “I guess you—” —deserved to go home. She laid her head back. Her fingers were growing cold despite the warmth. It wasn’t pleasant, but it felt better than she expected. No, th...

She had forgotten about the bodies, about the chandelier, about the scenery. It was a strategic mistake. There was something sticking out of her ribs. Something new. A new hole. She coughed out blood again. Black. Darkness was creeping on the edge of her vision, but maybe it had been there all along...

She was losing. Hopelessly losing. Willow had been carefully about picking fights. It was easy to avoid fighting, easier to win when you didn’t need to fight. This hurt a lot though. Like a rag doll, she was caught in Garnet’s embrace ready to be harmed.

Nose? Teeth? Cheeks? Willow wasn’t sure what broke this time. She didn’t mind. Her teeth sunk.

She already had a broken tooth.

Now, she had three.

She spat a geyser of blood and teeth, scalding Garnet’s face.

The punch landed square in Willow’s chest. Aimed or not, it flared up the broken ribs.

“Cunt.”

A jab of thunder.

There was a black cloud trailing behind Willow. "Really? Nothing?" Everything seemed more vivid right now. It was strange. Almost peaceful. Willow took another step forward. The darkness felt good. The floor was squishy, littered in everything ranging from blood and guts to vomit and toy c...

“See.” Willow said. Her tone haughty and distant. Her eyes filled with disdain. “This wouldn’t have happened if you had listened.” She coughed. More blood. There was a hole in her rib cage. There was another in her cheek. She didn’t recall that one. “Now.” She flicked the stun gun, letting the cries...